Five hundred Magic Stones! If he could be frugal and work harder, in a year or two, he wouldn't have to worry about Magic Stones anymore.
With this thought, Kolo's breathing gradually became heavier, and the hesitant look in his eyes slowly turned into determination and resolution.
He responded absently to Warren's attempts at making conversation, but his mind was no longer there, floating instead inside Greybone Academy, over the pile of glittering Magic Stones.
"New blood has arrived." Kolo's eyes suddenly brightened as he noticed a procession of carriages approaching from a distance. Inside those carriages, marked with the emblem of Greybone Academy, were naturally children identified as having Wizard qualifications, brought in batches, waiting for more detailed screening in the Gian territory.
Yet Kolo's heart started to pound with nervousness.
He realized that with each new batch of new blood, his mentor's plan would soon begin.