Sylvanas's behavior had completely failed to match the demeanor expected of a Ranger General.
She realized her own loss of composure and quickly adopted a more soothing tone. "The enchanted arrows you craft possess powerful explosive power. I'd like to invite you to create another batch for our elite rangers."
After all, as the Ranger General, she possessed considerable expertise. In reality, these enchanted arrows were crafted by Leylin, using the method his teacher had taught him; he had merely performed the processing.
The unique feature of these enchanted arrows lay in the intricate micro-magic array, a unique creation of his mentor. Leylin couldn't understand it, so he could only imitate it.
"This kind of work consumes a great deal of mana. I'm afraid I'm not up to it," Leylin evaded.
Sylvanas walked under the counter where some documents were kept, rummaged for a moment, and pulled out nearly fifty gold coins. The rangers were also struggling financially, with few extra assets.
Sylvanas casually pulled a white handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped the gold coins in it.
"This is a deposit. I think these gold coins will buy 1,000 arrows," Sylvanas said uncertainly.
Leylin almost rolled his eyes. "Ranger General, are you treating me like a fool? Enchanting 1,000 arrows would require ten days of exhausting mana. And that would consume nearly thirty bottles of mana potions. This deal isn't worth it."
Shaking his head in denial, Leylin stepped back and said, "Ranger General, I'm not up to the task. You could seek assistance from the mages of the Silvermoon Council."
Sylvanas sat down and said, "The previous enchanted arrows were crafted by the mages of the Silvermoon Council. While effective, they're not as good as those you craft. As a Ranger General, I naturally want better equipment for my rangers."
She shook her white handkerchief, and the gold coins spilled onto the red, gold-rimmed wooden table. The coins danced and tumbled, swirling around the table. After a few seconds, they settled, and not a single one mischievously slipped to the floor.
"But I only have this much gold." Sylvanas rested her fair face in her hands, her slender fingers counting the coins on the table.
Leylin, sitting across from Sylvanas, said, "Fifty-two, no need to count."
"So even the Ranger General has her worries," Leylin said, almost as a joke.
Sylvanas's face suddenly flushed. "Next week, we have a more important mission for the Farstriders. So, I want your help. Although it's only 52 gold, I will raise more gold to pay you back later."
Leylin raised an eyebrow, wondering: What kind of mission could have garnered such attention from this Ranger General? Compared to her cold attitude a few days ago, Sylvanas finally acted like a normal elf girl today.
Ranger General Sylvanas had begged him so much, and if he didn't agree, he'd probably be considered a scumbag. But Leylin wasn't a fool to let his judgement be clouded. He said, "1,000 arrows are too many. I can only make 150. And, Ranger General, you must promise to pay me an additional 48 gold pieces upon receiving the arrows."
Sylvanas glared at Leylin and nodded, "Very good, deal."
Leylin gathered the gold coins on the table back into his white handkerchief, tied a small knot at the top, and held it in his hand.
Rather than going to Silvermoon City to buy ordinary arrows, Leylin simply bundled 150 arrows at the Farstrider's armory and slung them across his back.
The arrows were a bit heavy, but Leylin managed to carry it without a hitch. Leylin was also wearing his blue mage robes, which made him look weird, a mage carrying a bundle of arrows.
The Ranger General didn't stop him. After all, he had already taken the money. She just wanted all the enchanted arrows.
"Okay. I'll bring the arrows here in five days." Leylin walked down to the second floor of the temple.
Sylvanas ignored him. She had already lost her composure before this mage today. She was afraid she would lose her temper again.
Leylin, carrying the arrows, walked downstairs and out of the temple. After a few steps, Leylin felt someone watching him. He turned around, but saw no one.
Seeing no elves around, Leylin pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket. He wasn't concerned about the gold coins. Voice-over (Our outstanding, wise male protagonist always has some quirks, after all, no one is perfect).
Taking advantage of the absence of other eyes, he brought the handkerchief to his nose. He sniffed it gently and found a unique fragrance lingering on it. It must be the scent of Sylvanas.
After smelling it, Leylin placed the handkerchief and gold coins in a magic bag and walked towards the mage tower.
He had no idea that at this moment, a pair of eyes were staring at him, and a pair of thin lips opened slightly: "Pervert, shameless, dirty miser. Damn you!"
Returning to the Mage Tower, Leylin found that there was unexpectedly a guest in the tower. It was a magister wearing a golden-red mage robe. On his mage robe, there was an engraved golden phoenix pattern.
Such decorations were only found in the Sunstrider family. It was rare that an elf from the Sunstrider family would enter the teacher's residence.
This magister looked a little haggard. His skin was fair, but the hairline at the temples had turned white, and there were several wrinkles on his forehead, which made him an elderly elf.
The magister noticed Leylin's arrival, and his piercing eyes focused all his attention on Leylin.
"Belo'vir, is this your student?" the magister asked.
Grand Magister Belo'vir smiled at Leylin and said, "Yes, my student, a human mage."
The elderly mage's eyes held no emotion; his human identity hadn't stirred any emotion in him. He stood up and extended his left hand to Leylin.
"I am Nallorath, an elderly magister."
Putting down the arrows on his back, Leylin accepted the etiquette that only belonged to humans. The magister in front of him must have lived in human society.
"Leylin greets you, Magister Nallorath."
Feeling the warmth from the mage's hand, Leylin felt the friendly and gentle magical atmosphere.
Nallorath smiled and said, "I heard your story from Belo'vir, your teacher. You are outstanding, both in character and magical attainments, much better than the two of us old guys."
Leylin was flattered by such praise. "This is the teacher's teaching. As a student, I just did what I should do." Leylin said modestly.
Nallorath looked at Belo'vir and said, "Good, good. Belo'vir you really got an amazing student, you really got an amazing eye for discerning talented mages."
Belo'vir continued the words of the mage, "Don't be restrained. This magister is a close friend of mine. Treat him as you would treat me."
The teacher patted Leylin on the shoulder and said, "This is your other mentor. In the future, you can ask him for advice on arcane magic."