Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"It's not right to directly use your teacher's savings," Uncle Musa said apologetically, scratching his head.

"It's alright, Uncle. I'll talk to the teacher. At worst, we can just not use magic to sweep the magic tower for a month. Compared to that, my brother's safety is more important," Vivian said calmly.

"Alright, I'll try my best to make sure the business doesn't lose money." Musa took the small cloth bag, carefully stuffed it into his pocket, and hid it close to his body.

"Also, take this," Vivian said, taking a silver ruby ​​necklace from her neck and handing it to the other person. "It's a magical item that can change one's appearance."

"It works pretty well. You're from the islands, and the Fran people don't really pay much attention to islanders with wheat-colored skin. After slightly changing your appearance, not many people should recognize you." Vivian kindly taught the uncle how to use it. "Just wear it. You don't know magic, so you can't use your mental power to shield it like I do. If you want to remove the effect, you'll have to take it off manually."

"Thank you, Vivian, but I've already used it, what will you do?" Musa didn't immediately take the necklace, but instead asked Vivian with concern.

"Don't worry about me. Tonight, under the cover of darkness, I'll go straight back to the seabed, and no one will be able to find me." Vivian smiled and waved her hand. "Your safety and my brother's safety are more important, so please be careful."

"Don't worry, little one." Musa took the necklace, examined its appearance carefully, and then placed it together with the small cloth bag.

"If you want to see me, you can go to the fish market by the pier. I go there to buy things every few days. Just put up a sign that says 'Tiger Head Clams in Stock,' and I'll be able to see you," Vivian carefully instructed the other party and set out the contact method.

"Alright, I'll look for merchant ships and goods for sale in the next few days, and then I'll come see you again," Musa said with a hearty laugh.

"Do you still have your weapons and armor? Do you need me to get some from the teacher?" Vivian asked, blinking her big eyes.

"Little one, stop stealing things from your teacher. That's not good. All my stuff is here, don't worry." Musa affectionately ruffled Vivian's tuft of hair.

"Stealing? Where to steal?" A voice suddenly rang out above the two of them. Musa pulled Vivian behind him with lightning speed and then punched her.

With a muffled "bang," he smashed a rock to pieces.

"Hey, watch out for these plates." The newcomer nimbly stepped aside, and Musa then realized that the other person was also wearing a long black cloak and carrying a plate in each hand.

"Uncle Musa, he's an apprentice of the teacher, just like me." Vivian reached out and took Musa's hand.

Musa stared at the person who approached, slowly lowered his fist, and said with a hint of self-mockery, "I'm getting old after all; I didn't even notice someone getting so close."

"You're just so happy to see me," Vivian said with a smile as she walked over and took the plate from the newcomer.

"Senior sister, two servings of the spicy grilled fish you mentioned." The person's voice sounded young, but had a strange accent.

"I've already told you, Mamadou, we're all apprentices, no need to call me that," Vivian said with a smile. "This is Uncle Musa, my family."

"Hello, Uncle Musa." The man took off his hood, revealing slightly rough brown skin and protruding fangs around his mouth. He also had a black tattoo around his right eye.

"You are..." Musa hesitated. He had heard of this species, but he couldn't believe that he could become Vivian's "junior brother".

"Yes, an orc. My name is Mamadou Emuwell Wayne Winmuben..." the orc introduced himself familiarly.

"You can just call him Mamadou," Vivian interrupted the orc's "spellcasting." "What's with these two plates of grilled fish?"

"Oh, grilled fish, eat it while it's hot, it's going to get cold." Mamadou took out several sets of knives, forks and spoons from his pocket.

"You didn't steal it from the kitchen of that old shop, did you?" Vivian asked, frowning.

"No, I paid for it," Mamadou said with a smile. "I went through the wall and heard the kitchen staff say that these two plates of grilled fish were for the city hall officials in the private room, so I just left the money and took them away."

"Well done. Don't do that again. Don't waste your 93 Earth Element affinity." Vivian sighed, looked around, and pondered where to put the plate.

"Elemental Bro, help me out, I'm begging you, shape me." Mamadou waved his hand dramatically, and the ground began to arch upwards.

Musa stared in astonishment as the orc opposite him recited a sentence in an orc language he couldn't understand. Then the soil and stones on the ground began to rise up, eventually forming a platform like a wooden stake.

"That's powerful. It must be an extremely potent spell," he thought.

"Put it here, senior sister," Mamadou said with a smile.

The three of them hid in a small alley, eating two plates of spicy grilled fish and chatting.

"My teacher found it during his travels and brought it back with him."

"What? You used to live in the Yongming Plane? Where is that?"

"I'll take you to see it sometime, Uncle."

"I also want to travel around like my teacher."

"Speaking of which, are you still studying that copy of 'Spencer's Fantasy Travels'?"

"Hmm, I'll go look around the Salar Islands when I have time."

"Little one, it takes many days to get to the islands by sea."

"The spices from that region are not cheap in mainland China."

"Your senior sister doesn't know how to make this spicy grilled fish, so whatever you say is useless."

"Hmm? Uncle Musa wants to buy a boat, do you have enough money?" Mamadou asked after hearing the three talking about buying a boat to transport spices.

"That's enough," Vivian answered immediately.

"Here you go, take this." Mamadou pulled out a simply decorated money pouch from his person.

"What is this?" Vivian asked, puzzled. The money bag looked very familiar to her.

"Oh, the teacher's wallet," Mamadou said casually.

"You gave the teacher's wallet..."

"It's alright, the teacher is used to it. The first time he saw me was when he caught me stealing his wallet on the street," Mamadou said nonchalantly, forking a piece of fish.

Vivian grabbed the money bag and stuffed it into Uncle Musa's arms. "Uncle, keep it safe."

"This...isn't this a bit inappropriate..." Uncle Musa tried to object, after all, stealing the Archmage's wallet might make the Archmage angry.

"It's alright, at most we'll add another month to organize the library and another month to train the little fishmen."

Mamadou interjected, "You'll get used to it after a while. I've been cleaning the magic tower for months now. Besides, even if the teacher lost his wallet, he still has savings to use. It's alright."

"Eat fish, eat fish," Vivian urged, sounding slightly embarrassed.

Uncle Musa looked at the two eccentric sorcerer apprentices in front of him and silently swallowed a mouthful of fish.

"These two plates don't seem enough. I'll go check the private rooms at the city hall," Mamadou said.