Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 53 Harvest
"Next time, offer an even higher price and see if you can recruit that mage!"

"Counting complete, quantity correct."

Ella looked up, her gaze sweeping over Marcus's back.

Swordsman Gray, Assassin Hill, Ranger Vales...

Wait a moment.

What about Zellir?

He always came along to deliver the mission before, so why didn't he show up this time?

Moreover, judging from the appearance of Marcus and his men, they all looked like they had gone through a tough battle.

Damaged armor, exhausted expression, bloodstains all over his body... could it be...?

"Mr. Marcus, were there any casualties in the team during this mission?"

Ella felt a sudden pang of unease and couldn't help but ask, "Why don't I see Zelier?"

“He’s injured and he’s at the clinic now,” Marcus replied.

Hearing that Zellir was only injured, Ella was slightly relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Gray became a little interested. "Our team's big guy, Gack, isn't here either. Why don't you ask him?"

"Oh... how is Gak? Is he injured too?" Ella asked, following Gray's words.

“Yes, he was injured too,” Gray said with a laugh.

Ella felt a little uncomfortable under Gray's gaze.

"Mr. Gray, please don't look at me like that and smile..."

"I'm just looking at a girl who would specifically remember Zellier."

Gray's smile remained unchanged. "You care about him a lot."

"Mr. Gray!"

Ella blushed. "Please don't joke like that!"

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Gray raised his hands in surrender.

Ella handed a heavy bag to Marcus, the jingling sound inside indicating the generous reward.

"This is your reward for this mission. Please accept it."

"Thank you." Marcus took the bag, his expression finally relaxing a bit.

Fifty-three gold coins and fifty silver coins—an absolute fortune!
At the entrance of the association.

"Then, this mission is now concluded."

Marcus handed out pre-divided money bags to the group, saying, "I hope we'll have the chance to work together again in the future."

“Of course, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.” Hill pulled up his hood and disappeared around a corner.

……

early morning.

Zellier opened his eyes.

He didn't sleep well, as the sharp pain from the wound on his calf kept bothering him.

Aside from the external injuries, there were also the effects of nearly depleting his magic power.

Zellir was originally supposed to release a maximum of three arcane missiles.

But in the Graywood Forest, he not only unleashed three arcane missiles, but also used some level-two magic.

Even after a good night's sleep, the magical power in my mind had not fully recovered.

My dreams were fragmented and bizarre all night long.

After returning to town yesterday, Zellier went straight to the clinic.

However, the doctor simply applied some new medicine powder, changed the gauze, and gave him a few instructions on not engaging in strenuous exercise in the near future.

There is no other way.

His gaze flickered slightly, and the attribute panel appeared.

Power: 65
Agility: 61
Constitution: 68
Spirit: 71
Intelligence: 82
Perception: 30
Charisma: 49
Luck: 41
The analysis progress of the Great Creation spell remained stubbornly at 0%, while the Slander spell was at 20%. Zelier estimated that, at this rate, the Slander spell should also be a level two spell.

I'm actually looking forward to mind-control magic.

Zeller sighed, propped himself up on the edge of the bed, picked up the makeshift cane leaning against the side, and limped downstairs.

Good morning, Zell.

Auro's energetic voice came from behind the counter.

"Good morning……"

Zellier scratched his head, somewhat surprised to see Oro. "Shouldn't you be off work and resting?"

"Today is the first day of the month. I switch shifts on the first and fifteenth of each month. Now I'm minding the shop during the day."

“The beginning of the month…” Zellier said thoughtfully.

The calendar in the continent of Candia is similar to that of my previous life, with twelve months in a year, except that the names of the months are more derived from the seasons and farming.

For example, spring is the "month of budding," summer is the "month of hot winds," and right now it is the "month of harvest."

Now that it's already the beginning of the month, I need to make time to visit the Mage's Guild today.

While receiving the monk's subsidy, one must also complete an unpaid commission.

I wonder what kind of task I'll be assigned... Maybe the association will exempt me from it since I'm sick? Zellier muttered to himself.

Auro kindly helped Zell down the stairs and seated him in a warm spot by the fireplace.

"See, you were careless after all."

Auro crouched down and poked Zelier's calf, then tilted her head back and asked, "Is your injury any better?"

"It's alright, it can only recover slowly." Zellier pursed his lips.

"I told you to be careful."

Auro frowned slightly. "Aren't those goblins difficult to deal with?"

Goblins are alright, it's the humans that are hard to deal with. Damn Drake's squad, Zellier muttered to himself.

However, he still naturally told a lie.

"Yeah, those green-skinned dwarfs are always running around, it's so annoying to watch them, and you can easily get a hole opened up if you're not careful."

Having difficulty walking is a very troublesome thing, but fortunately, the arrow only grazed his calf and did not penetrate him directly, otherwise it would have been much more troublesome.

Moreover, being able to wipe out a squad with three intermediate professionals without losing any members, this minor injury is really nothing.

"41 points of luck, please continue to exert your divine power!" Zellir prayed in his heart.

Auro quickly served breakfast.

A bowl of steaming porridge, a few slices of freshly baked soft bread, and a bowl of vegetable soup.

The Night Flower Hotel was quiet in the early morning. In the light streaming in through the window, dust particles were dancing erratically.

Zellier quietly enjoyed his breakfast, but before he could take two bites, the door to the Nightflower Inn was pushed open.

The person who came was Marcus, who went straight to Zelil and sat down.

"Have you had breakfast?" Zelil greeted him.

“Uh… not yet,” Marcus answered honestly.

"Aurora, bring another one of the same!" Zellier waved to the front desk.

"Okay!" Auro replied crisply.

"Thank you... Oh, by the way, here's your payment."

Marcus handed a cloth bag to Zellier. "The mission reward is twelve gold coins, plus the money we found on them, making a total of sixteen gold coins."

"As for the money from selling the items, we'll have to wait two more days. Selling so much equipment at once would arouse suspicion," Marcus added.

"It's alright, I'm not in a hurry right now." Zellier accepted the money, feeling much better.

His personal wealth now exceeds twenty gold coins!

Effort always pays off.

(End of this chapter)