Chapter 35 This is the best senior brother

The Sam’s Hot Dog Shop at the entrance of Rose Academy.

It was Wang Feng who suggested treating everyone, but it was Fantasia who agreed to pay. After all, they had managed to gather all their teammates and secure their spots in the academy, which made him particularly happy.

However, as he watched these guys devour their food, Fantasia began to regret his decision. He felt like dying.

Are these three teammates or three starving ghosts?

The two Beastmen naturally didn’t need much explanation; Beastmen were synonymous with poverty. Having two Beastmen on the team could be fatal. It was said that some Beastmen could eat enough to last through an entire winter before hibernating.

And then there was the obviously immature, somewhat dim-witted Wizard, who looked incredibly cute, initially catching Fantasia’s eye. But once she started eating... her stomach must be a black hole, not a regular stomach!

Seeing the thirty or so empty boxes piled up in front of her, Fantasia felt dizzy. That was thirty servings of toast hot dogs!

She ate more than he did, and this little girl had already polished off thirty servings? Her fighting capacity was no less than those two Beastmen!

"Boss," Winnie said with a puffed-up mouth full of butter. She never expected the hot dog burgers from this small shop to be so unique. These past few days, with no pocket money, she had been forced to eat at the cafeteria, which had been quite depressing for her: "Ten more, please!"

"We..." Kela pushed her remaining portion towards Wu Di, who was still wolfing down his food: "We’ll have ten more too."

Fantasia felt his blood pressure rising. He barely managed to hold onto the edge of the chair.

At three lire each, that was already three hundred lire. That was enough for his monthly living expenses, including meat every day.

Could you guys eat me out of house and home in one meal? Even if I had savings, I wouldn’t waste them like this!

"Afeng... No! Wang Feng! Actually, I think our team doesn’t seem very promising. How about we disband? If we drag each other down and can’t graduate, that would be harmful..."

"Ashi, Ashi-ba, look into my eyes!" Old Wang looked at him seriously: "Our squad is destined to become a legend sung by bards across the continent. How can you lack confidence? Graduation is a piece of cake. Besides, we’re so close now, brothers for life. Even if you don’t believe in me, you should believe in yourself. As the deputy captain, leading everyone to progress and graduate is your mission. How can you abandon that? If you’re worried about us eating too much, just say so."

Both Beastmen raised their heads, Wu Di pausing mid-bite, unsure whether to continue.

"Am I that petty? This isn’t about the food," Fantasia blushed, still maintaining his dignity.

"You scared me. I knew Ashi-ba wasn’t that petty," Winnie patted her chest sweetly: "Anyone can see you’re a man of great character and responsibility, someone reliable. I bet many girls like you."

This innocent little cutie’s honest words instantly melted Fantasia’s heart. Ashi-ba felt a bit inflated. "Haha, you’ve discovered my true nature. Eat up, it’s nothing!"

Wu Di breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the rest of his burger into his mouth.

"I heard you’re from the Martial Dao Courtyard?" Kela looked at Fantasia, sizing him up. He seemed to have a pretty good build.

Among Beastmen, there was a saying: broad shoulders and a round waist meant strength. Muscles weren’t always better than fat, as Beastmen didn’t prioritize agility.

Moreover, being overweight among Beastmen was a symbol of wealth, proving they had plenty to eat. It was the most enviable beauty: "You look good, but can you fight?"

This was the first time anyone had complimented his physique.

Looking at the sincere gaze of this 1.9-meter-tall woman, Fantasia felt a bit excited. Today’s meal hadn’t been in vain. "Not bragging, but my tough skin and muscles are not easily broken. In training matches at the academy, I didn’t even need to fight back. Just standing there, I could tire others out. Don’t believe me? Ask around the Martial Dao Department; everyone knows my nickname, Ironclad Cannon!"

Wang Feng just smiled. Ashi indeed took a lot of hits because he couldn’t hit anyone else.

"Ashi-ba, your nickname sounds really impressive!" Winnie looked him up and down, her eyes sparkling. This fatty’s flesh must feel great when pricked, or fried; there’d be plenty of oil!

Feeling the girl’s admiring gaze, Fantasia felt elated, completely floating on air.

Even the Beastman’s praise was fine, but hearing it from such a cute girl made him feel like every pore in his body was opening up.

Unfortunately, his heart belonged to Rachel. He would never betray Lei Lei!

Sigh, being popular was also a headache. Sorry, Winnie, Ashi-ba can’t return your affection!

Fantasia finally understood that being too handsome was also a problem.

Kela nodded and turned to Wang Feng. Although it was this person who recruited her, compared to Fantasia, this human seemed weak. She came to the Holy Sanctuary to become a true “hero,” changing humans’ perception of Beastmen through human methods.

Everyone’s attention shifted to Wang Feng.

From the information submitted earlier, he was a Runemaster and a part-time Alchemist, clearly not a combatant.

They had learned during their chat that, as a Runemaster who didn’t need to take the test, he joined to help his friends form a team. While admirable, admiration couldn’t replace combat ability.

In future practical exams, all five members had to participate. Losing a combatant would be a significant disadvantage.

Feeling the doubt from his teammates, Old Wang calmly said: "I’m a genius Runemaster and a master Alchemist, providing logistical support! I’m also an excellent tactician, capable of strategic planning, making me a very competent leader..."

"So, you still can’t fight?" Kela asked sharply.

Beastmen truly lacked subtlety.

"Cough." Old Wang reluctantly nodded: "Don’t worry, I’ll recruit another member. If that fails, I have a secret technique. Honestly, I’m also a Gunsmith!"

"What? You can use guns?" Fantasia almost choked on his food.

"Shh, it’s a secret. With a six-shot revolver, I can make the entire Gunsmith Academy call me dad. Boss, another crab leg burger, extra spicy."

Old Wang always knew how to brag convincingly.

Old Wang was here to teach again, but the real goal was the potion from last time. It had been several days with no reaction. Normally, shouldn’t they be begging for more potions by now?

Wang Feng decided to wait two more days. It wouldn’t be good to bring it up himself, as it might make the potion seem cheap and desperate to sell. He needed a natural reaction.

"Good morning, Senior Wang Feng." Yin Fu greeted him sweetly as he entered, closing her book and approaching him: "Senior, do you have any more of that potion you sold me last time?"

Old Wang felt relieved. Finally, the words he had been waiting for.

"No, this potion is too difficult to refine. Gathering the materials alone is a hassle." Old Wang adjusted his expression, trying to appear sincere and straightforward.

"How much for the materials? I’ll cover all the costs," Mo Tong said, his face flushed. Lucky Heaven was impossible. What kind of nonsense was this? Could the princess even consume such a thing?

Hei Wukai took it and found it to be incredibly effective. He even beat up Mo Tong with his eyes closed, leaving him itching for more. This magic potion not only enhances visual acuity but also deepens one's perception of the outside world—a truly valuable item, indeed a different kind of feeling.

If he had this magic potion and Hei Wukai didn't, he might have been able to turn the tables. The thought alone was thrilling: "Refine a few more for me; money is no issue."

"Junior Brother Mo Tong, do you think refining magic potions is as easy as making cabbage stew?" Old Wang played hard to get, knowing that things easily obtained are never cherished.

Mo Tong's face twitched. If even Hei Wukai praised it, it must be good. Who would have thought Wang Feng had such skills? He could only look at Yin Fu helplessly.

"Senior Brother, Mo Tong has recently hit a bottleneck. Please help him." Yin Fu pleaded, knowing that talented human alchemists often had big egos, while her senior brother remained humble and enthusiastic about sharing the latest magic potions with them.

"Since it's my junior sister who needs it, that's another matter. What else can wait? How many do you need?"

"Fifty, if possible?" Yin Fu felt a bit embarrassed, knowing how time-consuming refining magic potions could be, especially since her senior brother was also working on runes.

"Let's make it thirty instead. It's just a first-class magic potion, and using too much can lead to tolerance, diminishing its effects. One or two per day is optimal," Wang Feng said patiently.

"Alright, I'll follow your advice, Senior Brother." Yin Fu gently bit her lip. Her senior brother was truly kind-hearted. Just now, Mo Tong had said he would demand a lot, but she knew that wouldn't happen.

He is the best senior brother in the world.

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