But this was clearly not the time to investigate further.
Roland quickly stored the three items in his newly acquired, durable leather pouch, then turned and beckoned to Ellis.
Seeing this, the young Mage straightened up and stepped forward.
Roland's overwhelming Power, precise judgment, and complete control over the short but intense battle had thoroughly won over the proud, arrogant academic.
Compared to the "former Priest" nearby, who was excitedly rummaging through the corpses while muttering to himself, Ellis felt that this mysterious and powerful black-haired young man was a leader truly worthy of his respect and loyalty.
"Mr. Rudolph."
He used the honorific subconsciously, his gray-blue eyes holding a question and a hint of imperceptible deference.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Hearing the somewhat formal address, Roland shook his head slightly. He had been about to correct him, but considering the urgency of the situation, he cut straight to the point.
