The smell of the fragrant tea overflowed into the space but they obviously did not pay any attention to how good the tea smelled. Noel spoke helplessly, "In the end, we are still going to war. How did this happen so quickly? Senior Brother Fane, do you plan to join the war? You can get quite a large number of contribution points if you manage to kill some people during the battle."
Many of those present looked over to Fane at the same time when they heard what Noel said. Fane shook his head decisively.' It is true that I can receive quite a significant amount of contribution points if I accept this task and leave the pavilion to kill the enemies. However, my strength at this moment cannot ensure my safety. It is
true that the members of the Muddled Origin Clan want the people from our pavilion dead, but the people from our pavilion are also wishing for my death."
The people around him immediately quieted down when they heard what Fane said. They were able to identify the hidden meaning behind what Fane said. Although Fane was more talented than many others, he had also made quite a significant amount of enemies. Many people would take action against Fane out of jealousy. Wesley and the others would definitely not allow him to continue to grow stronger.
Noel nodded and said, "In that case, do you plan to remain in the pavilion and train for some time before you leave to kill the enemies?” Fane sighed helplessly. "That's the plan for the time being. However, I have no idea when Wesley will send over the bets he owes me. I have no idea how badly wounded he is and I don’t know if he will wake up within these three days."
Fane had won 150 pavilion contribution points from Wesley and that was sufficient to support his training for ten days. On top of that, he had also won two soulpenetrating pills from Wesley and they were worth a fortune. At that moment, Fane was worried about whether Wesley would send the bets over. He thought about it and said, "If there aren’t other choices, I shall go over and ask for the items. After all, I am in a rush to practice..."
Noel and the others chuckled when they heard what Fane said. They could imagine how angry Wesley would be when Fane could no longer wait and personally visit him to ask for them.
However, footsteps could be heard after Fane finished speaking. Everybody was stunned and wondered who would visit the Soul Hall at this moment. Noel turned around and happened to see Steward Chapman walking in with a smile on his face. He had several items in his hands. Noel narrowed his eyes and quickly stood up from behind the long table. Steward Chapman had a kind smile on his face but he did not look like an easy-going person as he had an eagle-like nose and foxy eyes.
Steward Chapman nodded to Noel and turned around to look at Fane without saying anything. He arrived at the long table and gently placed the tray on the long table. "Elder Sayer asked me to send over the bets."
Fane raised his eyebrows as he sized up Steward Chapman. There were two boxes on the tray. He casually took one of the boxes and as he opened the box, it revealed the black pill in front of everybody there. The pill had many complicated runes carved on it that looking at it once was enough to shock one's soul. The pill also had a weird scent that taking a whiff of it made them feel instantly refreshed and relaxed.
"This is the soul-penetrating pill?" Fane asked.
Steward Chapman nodded and stretched out his hand. He spoke calmly, "Please hand me your identity token. There are 150 pavilion contribution points for you." Fane nodded and took his identity token out of his storage space before passing it to Steward Chapman.
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