Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

The Secret Organization was still searching for the pocketwatch that he was holding. Vale didn't doubt this after connecting everything that had happened so far.

Furthermore, the Demonic Mask and the Demonic Dagger were most likely the items they had given to the Snake Brotherhood.

Once they recognized the similarity of what happened here to the slums in Melthorn City, they might send their people to scout or investigate this place. This was something Vale wanted to happen.

'I hope they send many Transformation Experts or even False Priests to investigate.' Vale thought as he started falling asleep.

***

Vale woke up almost past noon. He had forgotten to tell Yvaine that she should wake him up when the sun rose.

Anyway, he swiftly washed himself and went to the first floor to eat at the cafeteria.

During this time, he heard the other hotel guests gossiping about the incident last night.

They were all talking about the terrible things that had happened in the cotton mill. The building was destroyed, and plenty of people lost their jobs. It was so pitiful as they would probably not be able to eat for days, and many families would have to beg for food.

It was all thanks to the Demon Incarnate that had appeared in the city.

They could only thank the Blueglades Mercenary Squad and other Law Enforcers for fending that demon off.

'Ugh… Right.' Vale couldn't help but feel bad about those affected people. As for the name they gave to him, he wasn't bothered at all. Anyway, they should soon forget about the Demon Incarnate.

Vale sighed as he considered what to do.

He didn't just destroy the Blueglades Mercenary's secret hideout, but he also destroyed the source of income of hundreds of families.

After thinking for a while, Vale decided to visit Sir North once again.

He didn't delay as soon as he made his plan.

He swiftly went to the pub where the man was waiting for his customer. Vale no longer used the secret code to communicate with him as he swiftly approached North.

"Hmm? Sir Eustace, are you not satisfied with the information I gave you?" The scar-faced man curiously looked at the young man.

There weren't many customers today, so he wasn't busy and even thinking of going home early. Seeing the young man approach him, he couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't satisfied with their deal yesterday.

"It's not like that, Sir North. I'm just wondering if you could help me." Vale replied as he sat in front of the man.

He then explained how he wanted to help the workers or families who had lost their jobs because of the destruction of the cotton mill.

As soon as he said this, North couldn't help but look at the young man in a new light. Those laborers' situation was indeed awful after what had happened last night.

There are chances that the females would have to work in the brothels, and some may even resort to stealing in order to survive.

The Churches around here may have charitable organizations, but there was a limit to what they could do.

"I'm not saying I'll help all of them… I just want to know if there are organizations helping them so I can donate something." Vale said in the end.

"Of course. You can consider a few organizations, but the one I can suggest is the charitable organization led by the Sentinels if you want to give these people simple jobs. However, if you want them just to receive some food and necessities for a short while, you can consider the Reform Club. This Club is actively helping refugees but also helps the ones in need within the city."

"Hmm… I can't busy myself on these. Can I just pay you to assist me? I'm willing to give this much and a dozen of these precious gloves."

Vale said as he handed a stack of money worth 5,000 zen. He didn't think much of this since most of his wealth was taken from the corpses. As for the gloves, they were kinda useless to him since they were owned by the Blueglades Mercenary.

They must be worth something.

As expected, North's eyes lit up after seeing the gloves. "You're willing to exchange these gloves for money to support those people? Do you know how much these gloves are?" He asked. He didn't even care why Vale had them in the first place.

"I'm not sure… However, they are just Regular Mystical Items, right?

"Indeed… Each of them is worth 900 zen. Are you still willing to sell them here?"

"That's good. It's fine." Vale replied with a calm voice.

He was feeling guilty about what had happened to the factory. At that time, he was too focused on gaining the attention of the Secret Organization, so he didn't consider the aftermath. Since he learned of it today, there was no way he would ignore it.

"Very well, you can rest assured that I'll work on it. As a matter of fact, I'll leave now to settle this matter." North said as he stood up.

He took all the gloves and the money with him.

"Alright… I'll visit again..." Vale said as he left the pub first.

When North was finally alone, he recalled something important and wanted to ask Eustace.

However, the latter had already disappeared and could no longer be sensed in his Phantasm State.

'He didn't mention that I should hide his name as the donor.' He silently thought…

In the end, he shook his head as he decided not to overthink.

"I guess it's alright to spread his name since it must be an alias." North muttered.

At this time, Vale didn't know that his donation, which was worth over 15,000 zen, would lead to something he wouldn't expect in the future.

***

On the night of the same day, Vale completed his preparations. This time, he would infiltrate the Murton Castle and rescue Philip Hoffman, his friend and classmate.

He had prepared several things for this operation, hoping they would be enough to get him past the Castle's defenses.

He wore a dark cloak and a mask to conceal his identity and carried a dagger on his waist.

Thanks to this mask, he doesn't have to use his Human Shapeshift Spell to conceal his face.

'Hmmm… This Castle is weird.' Vale mused after scanning the place. He realized that the defense outside was heavily reliant on normal guards with only a few Arcane Arts Practitioners.

Anyway, it might be weird, but this didn't stop him from his plans.

He approached the Castle in the middle of the night when the guards were less alert.

He cast his first Spell, Ghost Hands, to create three ghastly and illusory hands that grabbed and choked the nearest guards. He quickly moved past them, avoiding the torches and spotlights illuminating the walls.