My inventory is full of monster materials.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A burst of crisp applause rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

Clyde stepped forward slowly, bowed slightly to the "White Eagle" group, and spoke gently.

"Henry, I look forward to your advancement to a professional. I will speed up the preparation of the potion, and it should be delivered to you in about five days."

"As for now..."

Clyde's gaze slowly swept over the "White Eagle" group. After spending half a month together, he felt a sense of reluctance to part ways.

"The mission is now complete, everyone. Until we meet again. May your adventures reach their end."

Just then, a fluffy little head peeked out from the collar of Clyde's robe, blinked its big, round eyes, and let out a soft "ooh," as if it were saying goodbye to everyone.

Orion stepped forward and gave a proper knightly salute.

"It's an honor to have worked with you all, and I look forward to having the opportunity to work together again in the future."

Henry and Mark and the others stood up in response.

Until we meet again!

"Go back again!"

"Miss Vera, come visit me sometime."

"Hey! Can I get a discount next time I go to your pharmacy?"

...

With Clyde and Orion gone, only the four members of "White Eagle" and two guild members, Madeline and Vanessa, remained in the conference room.

With fewer people around, the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Everyone sat haphazardly in their chairs, recording some task details.

At this moment, Mark remembered the stern old man who had just awarded him the medal, and couldn't help but take the initiative to start a conversation.

"Butler Madeline, the guild master's strength is definitely more than just a first-tier professional, right? What's the situation?"

Madeline leaned back in her chair, glanced at Mark, and intended to just give him a few perfunctory replies.

But upon closer inspection, her fair skin and azure eyes seemed to possess some kind of magic, deeply attracting her and stirring a burning desire to hunt within her.

Then, Madeline stood up and, amidst the bewildered looks of Henry and the others, gracefully walked to Mark's side, ran her hands over her round, full curves, and sat down, almost overflowing the chair.

"Guild Master, it's a second-tier 'Executor' in the 'War' pathway. I only know it's a power branch of the Warrior class, but I don't know the specific class."

As Mark pondered, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted to his nose.

He turned around abruptly and saw Madeline already close by, her beautiful blonde face so close to his, her eyes alluring and expressive, staring straight at him with a hint of flirtation.

"Damn it, Butler Lin, what are you doing? They're all watching!"

Mark looked embarrassed, tilted his head back, and looked around at his companions for help.

As a result, Henry and Brady wisely turned their heads away, whistled, and pretended not to see anything.

Vanessa lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously clenching, while Emily clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently recited the Gospel.

Seeing this, Madeline smiled even more brightly. Instead of backing away, she leaned closer and asked.

"Why are you panicking? I'm just discussing a business deal with you."

"What are you planning to do with that ogre corpse? If the guild buys it, it'll probably fetch around 120 gold coins, but if you sell it to me, I'll offer 150 gold coins. How about that?"

"..."

Mark was speechless, secretly thinking to himself—is this a legitimate business? Could it be selling a kidney?

However, dealing with the cannibal's corpse is indeed an urgent matter.

The rewards for this mission include basic rewards and medal rewards, averaging 50 gold coins per person.

50 gold coins!

This is a Silver-level adventure quest!

As for the cannibal's corpse, it has been taken over by Mark, and the rest of the team agree without objection.

Mark dissected the ogre's corpse to extract high-value individual materials, such as the stomach, heart, and large and small heads, while the remaining flesh and bones also had considerable value.

For example, flesh and blood can be processed through drying, grinding, and extraction to make vitality potions, while bones can be forged into weapons or used as spellcasting materials.

Mark personally lacked the resources and energy to deal with the remaining cannibal corpses, so selling them off in bulk was the most reasonable option.

As for whether to sell it to the Adventurers' Guild or to Madeline...

Mark grunted and stole a few glances at Madeline—her curvaceous figure was quite eye-catching, and coupled with her intellectual charm, it was truly tempting.

Noticing Mark's subtle movements, a hint of smugness flashed in Madeline's eyes. She leaned close to his ear and whispered something in his ear.

"How about we go to the Iris Tavern at eight o'clock tonight and discuss the details slowly and carefully?"

Gollum~

Mark swallowed again, becoming even more certain that this was definitely not a legitimate business!

"Cough cough."

Mark coughed a few times, his face returning to seriousness, and said.

"Actually, I already have a plan for how to process the cannibal materials. Could you please call Scholar Dylan over for me?"

"cut."

Seeing this, Madeline looked somewhat bored, pursed her lips, and waved to Vanessa beside her, dismissing her.

"Go and call Dylan over here."

Vanessa quickly stood up and walked out of the conference room.

A short while later, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a plain academic gown entered the room.

"Butler Madeline, did you need something from me?"

Madeline didn't bother with words, and simply gestured with her chin towards Mark beside her.

Dylan then noticed Mark's presence, looked the white-haired boy up and down, and then asked in confusion.

"May I ask who you are? What business do you have with me?"

Mark couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Mark's bewildered expression.

"Dylan, it's me! Don't you remember me?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Dylan was startled, and then the image of the knowledgeable black-haired boy in his mind gradually overlapped with the image of the white-haired, blue-eyed boy in front of him.

Dylan then vaguely sensed a sense of familiarity, and exclaimed in surprise.

"You're...Mark?! What happened to you?"

"Uh...it's a long story, so let's not go into it."

Mark waved his hand and cut straight to the point.

"Our team killed an ogre this time, and we have a lot of monster materials left over. I'd like to find someone to help me process them. Can you do me this favor?"

Dylan immediately understood and nodded.

"I heard that an adventure team killed an ogre, I didn't expect it was you guys."

"However, if you ask me to process the materials, the profit won't be too high. A complete ogre corpse is only worth a little over 100 gold coins."

Then, to prevent Mark from misunderstanding that he was trying to lower the price, Dylan repeated himself.

"As you know, I am from the Lynx Academy of Sergei City."

"Some scholars in our academy are researching topics related to giants and collect materials from these monsters for slicing studies. I can help you sell the ogre materials to them, but the price I offer won't be too high."

Henry, Brady, and Emily sat to the side, all looking puzzled.

Why did Mark choose to sell to Dylan instead of selling to Madeline for 150 gold coins? Isn't that going the long way around?

Mark didn't care, because he had his own plans, and the cannibal's corpse was just an extra.

Mark pulled out a thick stack of manuscripts from his leather armor and handed them to Dylan.

Dylan took the manuscript, quickly glanced through a few pages, and a look of confusion immediately appeared on his face. He looked up at Mark and asked.

"Neuropsychogenics? On the reverse medicinal value of neuropsychogenics? Speculation on the promoting effect of neuropsychogenic derivatives on brain tissue repair?"

"Did you write all of this? Why are you giving it to me?"

Mark didn't answer directly, but stepped forward and lowered his voice.

"Is something called 'silver carat' very popular among the kingdom's noble circles right now?"

Upon hearing this, Dylan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly glanced at the others present before responding in a low voice.

"This stuff is indeed popular, but my mentor and family strictly forbid me from touching it, saying that long-term use will damage the brain and make people mentally impaired."

Mark gave a knowing smile, tapped his head with his finger, and said slowly.

"I discovered a new type of toxin in the body of the cannibal. Through reverse engineering, it is possible to extract factors from it that can help the brain recover and even promote brain development."

"The relevant derivation process and conjectures are all written in this manuscript, but they have not yet been verified through clinical trials."

As Mark finished speaking, Dylan's expression gradually turned serious, and the manuscript in his hand suddenly became heavy.

If what Mark said is true, the value of this manuscript and the cannibal material will be immeasurable.

This confused Dylan a bit, so he lowered his voice and hesitated before repeating his confirmation.

"So you mean..."

Mark stopped beating around the bush and stood up to solemnly announce.

"I plan to donate this manuscript and the remaining ogre corpse materials to the Lynx Society to support the society's research and contribute my modest efforts to the development of humanity."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

Everyone only saw Mark and Dylan whisper to each other for a few minutes, and then Mark gave up on selling the monster materials and chose to donate them for free.

Dylan, well aware of the importance of this information and material, responded just as candidly.

"Mr. Mark, on behalf of the Lynx Society, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your donation."

"This sentiment is too precious. I wonder what your needs are? I will definitely do my best to help you."

Dylan was simply too focused on his academic research, but he wasn't a clueless bookworm, so he knew very well that Mark must have something in mind, so they decided to speak frankly.

Mark looked at Dylan, his expression sincere and hopeful, and said...

"Actually, I have always admired the Lynx Academy and hope to have the opportunity to join it, meet some like-minded people, and at the same time expand my knowledge."

"this..."

Dylan immediately hesitated and politely declined.

"Mr. Mark, you may not know this, but members of the Lynx Academy must undergo rigorous background checks. The process is complicated and demanding, and I alone cannot recommend you for admission."

Dylan's words were veiled, but the meaning was crystal clear—most of the members of the Lynx Academy had aristocratic backgrounds, while Mark was of commoner origin and it would be almost impossible for him to join them.

Mark had anticipated this.

He didn't expect to achieve his goal in one step. Since it was an academic conference, academic ability would naturally be the deciding factor.

This initiative to donate manuscripts and cannibal materials is merely a way to establish a connection with the academy and leave a good impression before showcasing my abilities and entering the circle later.

What Mark is doing now is to gain another identity in addition to "adventurer" to strengthen his status and authority.

Of course, he also has a strong interest in biology, so he might be able to find some good stuff in his inventory.

So Mark didn't get impatient. Instead, he took a step back and spoke calmly.

"My dear Dylan, I didn't expect to be able to join the academy directly."

"But if you could help me get a nominal scholar status or something similar, so I could audit the society's seminars and learn and exchange ideas, I would be very satisfied."

Hearing this, Dylan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded in agreement.

"That's not difficult! I'll apply for you as soon as I get back and give you a reply as soon as possible. I might even be able to introduce you to my mentor. He has always appreciated talented young people."

Mark nodded with satisfaction.

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two agreed on the disposal of the cannibal's corpse.

Fearing that his research would be delayed, Dylan carefully put away the manuscript, then hurriedly said goodbye to everyone and left the conference room.

Madeline, who had been watching Mark and Dylan chatting happily the whole time, felt a surge of inexplicable anger. Her face darkened instantly, and she impatiently told them to leave.

"Alright, is there anything else? If not, don't get in our way. Vanessa, see them out!"

"Yes, Deacon."

Vanessa, as Madeline's handpicked lackey, disregarded the feelings of Mark, a major customer, and strode up to them, bowing slightly in greeting, her voice carrying an unyielding force.

"Everyone, please!"

Henry, Brady, and Emily, seeing this, didn't say anything more and could only get up reluctantly, preparing to leave the conference room.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Miss Madeline."

Just then, Mark suddenly called for a halt, his tone playful and a faint, wicked smile on his face.

"I have some good stuff that I haven't had a chance to tell you about yet."

Madeline's face was as cold as ice, her eyes icy, keeping everyone at arm's length, and she spoke sarcastically.

"Good stuff? Didn't you feed all the cannibal ingredients to that nerd?"

Mark chuckled awkwardly, offering no rebuttal. Instead, he bent down and pulled a large, heavy leather suitcase from under the conference table, placing it with a thud in front of Madeline, gesturing for her to open it and take a look.

Madeline looked suspicious as she reached out and opened the suitcase. A strong, fishy stench immediately hit her.

Madeline frowned instinctively, but her face flushed red when she saw what was inside the suitcase.

Because inside the suitcase wasn't something to carry, but rather the head of the ogre Gulag, along with its thick, massive root.

Just as in response to Madeleine's earlier teasing, Mark leaned close to her ear, his breath cool as he whispered something.

"Gulag heads are highly sought after by collectors, and this thing is an even rarer item, in high demand and short supply. Don't you think these things should fetch a good price?"

Madeline's face regained its disdainful expression, her beautiful eyes glancing contemptuously at Mark, her tone tinged with provocation.

"You? You want to negotiate a price with me? I'd like to see what tricks you can come up with."

After saying that, she didn't even look at Mark, and with her slender waist and graceful figure, she walked out of the conference room, trembling slightly.

Watching Madeline's departing figure, Mark felt a surge of competitive spirit—woman, you've successfully caught my attention.

Mark turned around and called out to his teammates who were still in the room, who hadn't quite reacted yet.

"I'm not going out for dinner tonight. You can go to the Daphne Hotel and order whatever you like. All expenses will be on me."

Immediately, Mark turned around without hesitation and quickly caught up with the graceful figure in front of him, much like a soldier heading to the battlefield.

In the conference room, Henry and his two companions exchanged bewildered glances with Vanessa.