Chapter 118: Stricken-ness
"You’re getting bolder by the day," Dean Thistle said calmly, still looking down at his desk.
Theron didn’t respond, just standing there.
He thought about gathering the money himself, but why waste his time? He had just accomplished something quite good for the Thistles. Wasn’t it about time they reward him again?
If he let them decide, it would probably just be another dud like [Tidal Convergence] had been. But he had already proven that when he came forward with reasonable requests himself, he would usually get them. At least that had worked for the Fourth Year Botany Class.
"I think it’s pretty reasonable. Just a hundred thousand silvers is chump change to the Thistles."
"I’m more interested in what you need that sort of money for at Bronze Resonance," Dean Thistle continued, just as unmoved.
"I think it’s about time I integrate with an Echo."
Finally, these words made the Dean look up from his documents. He looked Theron up and down, his eyes narrowing when he noticed that Theron had, indeed, reached the Ninth Resonance.
It wasn’t just this, but Theron felt… harder to read, somehow, like his cultivation had veered down an unconventional path. Usually, the rebelling Marquise only felt this sort of feeling when trying to scan those of neighboring provinces that followed cultivation methods he wasn’t familiar with.