Rommel looked with surprise at the so-called transaction items from Gilbert.
After sending away the junior mage who was glancing around, he weighed the slightly heavy silver box and closed the door to go upstairs with a hint of doubt.
Rommel did not have followers or students.
This Magic Tower was not only inhabited solely by him, but even the puppets were spider-shaped junior types, capable only of cleaning and organizing simple chores, unable to handle more complex tasks.
For instance, receiving gifts.
These little spiders were not large, so they could not open the tall Magic Tower doors at all.
Kamente Tower had certainly mentioned having his loyal subordinates work for him, but... Rommel dared to swear, once there was an outsider here, when he refused to accept the mountain of gifts piled outside, the fate of these people would be a dead end.
As followers, not handling their master's trivial matters was their greatest fault.
