Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 510 - 66-The Year-and-a-Half Pact

"People from Lioncrest Academy are very hostile toward us from Sirius Academy. If they see you, they'll definitely come after you—so be careful."

With that, Gayle finally turned and left.

The others remained relatively calm after hearing this, most of them already aware of the situation.

Blanche rubbed his round belly and said,

"As far as I know, the most famous people from Lioncrest Academy right now are a pair of peerless geniuses—a man and a woman. The man's name is Eisen, and the woman is Beatrice. They're both under twenty years old and have already reached the peak of tier-gold, perhaps even close to tier-platinum!"

"In the entire Plantagenet Kingdom, the only person who could confidently defeat them is Alice Duke."

Everyone's expressions turned grim upon hearing that.

After all, Alice Duke was a living legend.

And anyone ranked just beneath her... must be monstrously powerful.

Blanche continued, "Aside from those two troublesome freaks, there are also three 'star students' who were secretly groomed by Lioncrest Academy. Rumor has it that the three of them, if they fight together, could even go toe-to-toe with Alice Duke herself!"

Francis shrank his neck nervously and tentatively said,

"I'm not feeling too well. Think I still have time to drop out?"

Blanche replied coolly, "As long as you're from Sirius Academy, Lioncrest Academy won't let you off. Whether they'll let you go after a year and a half is another story."

"Are you kidding me?! That short stack Gayle really screwed us over!" Francis clutched his head in despair.

At that moment, Alan stepped forward and said, "There's actually something more urgent we need to take care of right now."

The others turned to Alan curiously. "What is it?"

Alan looked at them seriously. "Didn't you all notice the state of the academy? There's nothing here. We're out of BBQ seasoning, out of vegetables, and even out of magic potions to help with cultivation…"

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"So I've decided to head out and buy supplies. As for the gold coins, we'll just split the cost equally."

At that, everyone went silent.

Seeing this, Alan said, "If you think that's a bad idea, that's fine too. We can just start living separately from now on."

Blanche, Francis, and Fort all spoke up at once:

"I think that's a great idea!"

None of them could cook, and nothing they made ever tasted as good as what Alan and Isabella prepared.

"How much gold coin are we talking?" Blanche asked.

"About a hundred gold coins per person," Alan replied.

Blanche promptly handed over a pouch of coins.

Alan sensed it briefly, then tucked it into his robe.

Fort also handed his over without delay.

Only Francis hesitated. "Isn't that a bit expensive…"

Alan smiled. "If it's too expensive, that's fine. You can handle your own meals from now on."

"No wait!" Francis panicked and reluctantly pulled out a pouch of coins from his robe and handed it to Alan.

Alan nodded after accepting it. "Alright, then you two can come with me and my sister to help carry things."

Although he had a storage ring, it couldn't hold living things—some things would still need to be carried the old-fashioned way.

Francis and Fort didn't object. After all, going together meant they could also buy things they personally wanted.

Isabella was quite excited too. As a young girl, she was still enchanted by the bustling capital city.

Not long after, they put together a list of food ingredients, basic magic potions, and other supplies, and set off down the mountain.

On the way down, Francis frowned and looked at the indifferent expressions on Alan and Fort's faces.

"You two really aren't worried about the duel to the death in a year and a half?"

"Lioncrest Academy has the upper hand in every way, especially those five monsters Gayle mentioned…"

Fort responded with extreme confidence, "What's there to be afraid of? The headmaster told me himself that I have the most outstanding talent in the entire Plantagenet Kingdom. The kingdom's future rests on my shoulders. I'm the chosen one! Compared to me, those guys are just a bunch of nobodies."

Alan and Francis stared at Fort in disbelief.

They'd seen confident people before, but never anyone quite this delusional.

"What? Is something wrong with what I said?" Fort asked, blinking.

Alan and Francis: "…"

This guy really was as pure and clueless as his clear, watery eyes.

And to think he actually believed the headmaster's exaggerated praise…

Alan quickly composed himself and looked at Francis. "There's no point overthinking it. At this point, we just train hard. When the time comes, we fight with everything we've got. They're human—we're human. No difference!"

Looking at the two of them, Francis felt as though all his past pride had been trampled into the mud.

"You're right! Whether you flinch or face it head-on, a blade is a blade!" Francis took a deep breath, regaining some of his former boldness.

Then, in a small voice, he asked,

"Have you guys ever considered other options… like running away early?"

Alan thought of their mysterious and unfathomable Headmaster Gayle and chuckled, "You can give it a try—just don't get caught by the headmaster."

Francis immediately deflated.

That short stack had gone through all that trouble to rope them in—no way he'd just let them walk away.

"Screw it. Either way, it's still studying!"

Francis could only give up on that idea.

Not long after leaving the mountains, Alan led them straight to a massive mall owned by the Church of Steam and Magic.

He had a diamond card issued by the Church, which allowed him to buy everything at cost price and receive top-tier service.

Naturally, they would be shopping at a place under the Church's banner.

When Alan and the group entered the grand mall, it was bustling with people.

The building had five floors, and just the first was filled with all kinds of dazzling displays.

It was almost overwhelming.

As soon as they stepped inside, a saleswoman in a fitted long dress approached them with a professional smile.

"What can I help you find today?"

Alan handed her his diamond card and a shopping list.

When the woman saw the card, her polished smile turned into a genuinely warm one—she even squinted with joy as she motioned politely.

"Esteemed guests, please make yourselves comfortable in our VIP lounge. We'll bring everything you need right to you!"

Alan nodded. "Pack everything on this list and deliver it. Make sure it's at cost price."

The woman nodded repeatedly and glanced at the list—then paused, puzzled.

Chicken? Duck? Beef? Lamb?

And all sorts of spices?

Wait, what?

This mall was meant for selling goods tailored for mages.

If not exactly high-end, it was at least… not supposed to deal in groceries.

Seeing her hesitation, Alan asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Sir, if I may speak frankly… our mall doesn't normally stock these kinds of items," the saleswoman said hesitantly.

Before she could finish, a sharply dressed manager rushed over and said respectfully,

"Sir, while we don't carry those items here, we can certainly source them for you."

Alan hesitated. "What about the price?"

The manager glanced at the list and replied seriously, "Since it's for our esteemed guest, there will be no charge at all."

In his mind, the items were of little value anyway—so why not seize the opportunity to build goodwill?

Alan shook his head. "I don't take advantage of people. Just charge me the market cost."

He could guess the manager's intentions, but a favor like that wasn't worth being indebted for.

Soon, the items Alan requested were personally delivered by the manager.

"Sir, your entire order is ready—three full carts. Please inspect them."

Alan scanned everything with a wave of mind power and nodded in satisfaction. He handed over a pouch of gold coins.

"See if this is enough."

The manager accepted it without even counting. "It's more than enough."

With that, Alan led Isabella and the others out of the mall on their horse-drawn cart.

But not long after leaving the building, someone caught a glimpse of Alan at the front of the cart—and suddenly recognized him.

"Hey, isn't that the loser who got kicked out of Lioncrest Academy—Alan?"