Doyle's Arcane Supplies is the largest and only store in Downtown that sells Arcane items. Its area is actually not large, but it has two facades and a few hundred square meters in size.

It's not bright, it's just like its owner, it's old, old, and it's full of old furnishings.

But it was such an old little shop, and no one in the lower city dared to despise it. All races, even the most rebellious orcs, will bow their proud heads as if they were saluting their masters, as they pass by Doyle's Arcane Supply.

In Downtown, Mr. Doyle is a legend, but certainly not a legendary powerhouse as legend suggests. But the identity of a seventh-order wizard was enough to deter most people here. No one knows how big Mr. Doyle is, and his legend can be traced back to the founding of the Lower Town, which is nearly a hundred years old.

Mr. Doyle is rumored to have a strong friendship with one of the elven archarcanists in the city of Searent, so he was able to obtain a steady stream of goods from the elves to keep the lower town prosperous. There are even rumors that Mr. Doyle is the real master of the Lower Town, but the heads of the Lower City Chamber of Commerce have never responded positively to this rumor.

"Why are we here, didn't I just say that? I don't have the money to buy those arcane materials. Perhaps next month, Miss Beloline Leigh will pay me enough for my apprenticeship. At Zod's request, Fianna returned to Doyle's Arcane Shop and whispered to Zod.

"I'm not here to buy materials, I'm here to find someone who can help us. ”

"Who? could it be some of the apprentices inside?" asked Fianna curiously.

"Well, isn't that him?" said Zode, pointing to the sign pointing to Doyle's arcane items.

Doyle...... "Sir," Fianna covered her mouth and stammered, "Don't be kidding, sir, Mr. Doyle...... In short, he will never come to help us. ”

"Who knows? Let's go in first. Zod jumped off Fianna's shoulder and entered the Arcane Goods Shop.

"Huh, wait, wait for me!"

Doyle's magic shop is always deserted, and magic is not something that ordinary people can touch after all. A few black-robed wizard apprentices were carefully cleaning the shelves of various magic items, and some were processing all kinds of magic materials sold by adventurers, which ordinary handymen couldn't do.

On the couch in the center of the hall sat a middle-aged wizard, intently studying an arcane notebook, and beside him, a huge frog lay on his stomach.

"That, Mr. Glass......" The disturbed middle-aged wizard frowned, looked up, and saw a familiar figure.

"Oh, it's Fianna, what's the matter, have you run out of materials? Miss Belorinli is really diligent, worthy of being a rare genius arcanist among the elves in a hundred years. So many materials are consumed so quickly, but it doesn't matter, we have a lot of general materials here, Oscar, take Fianna to the warehouse, remember, choose the best materials. Wizard Glass put down his notes and said with a smile. As a second-order wizard, he didn't need to pay attention to an arcane apprentice, but Fianna's identity was a bit special, and the mentor had taken care of it, so he held back his impatience and received Fianna.

"No, uh, I'm not here to buy arcane materials, I have something else I want to ask you...... Well, I mean, will I be able to meet Mr. Doyle?"

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Glass couldn't believe his ears. There is already a huge gap between formal wizards and apprentices, not to mention high-level wizards like Mr. Doyle, who are basically two different worlds from apprentices.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Glass, but I'd like to pay a visit to Mr. Doyle, may?" said Fianna affirmed.

"Oh, that's right. But the Mentor is conducting a very important experiment......" said the wizard with some hesitation.

"Please, this is a very important matter, at least, please send someone to tell Mr. Doyle. Fianna was a little anxious, but Zode insisted on it, and she had to plead. But in her heart, it was better for Mr. Doyle to ignore her plea.

"Uh......" The middle-aged wizard hesitated a little, and finally reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I'll go to the laboratory and ask for it myself." “

When the middle-aged wizard turned to leave, Fianna whispered with some concern, "What if Mr. Doyle gets angry? What if he doesn't see us? And what should I say if I see Mr. Doyle?"

"It's strange to you, there are so many high-level arcanists in Ian Aino's Arcane Academy, and I've never seen you so nervous, you're a human who even a legendary powerhouse has seen. Zuode asked with some puzzlement.

"That's not the same, Mr. Doyle is a human being, and he has become a high-level wizard by his own efforts, which is unique in Seent, nay, the whole of the Northlands. He's always been my biggest dream. Fianna muttered wistfully.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged wizard to come back, and he said to Fianna, "The mentor has promised to see you, come with me"

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Glass. Fianna said excitedly.

Upstairs in the magic supply shop, there was a narrow attic passage, and the middle-aged wizard took Fianna to turn left and right, through some strange rooms, and soon entered a room full of books, where an old man with white hair was lying on a desk full of books, concentrating on writing something.

"Mentor, Fianna has arrived. The middle-aged wizard reminded softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Fianna, I accidentally got into work again, you know, it's always going to be this kind of problem, I hope you don't mind. Old Wizard Doyle took off the goblin glasses from the bridge of his nose and greeted Fianna with a smile. This is an extremely sloppy-looking old man, and his snow-white hair seems to be mixed with a lot of gray-brown in the middle. His beard was long, tucked haphazardly into his collar, and his tattered arcane robes were covered in strange stains, as if they hadn't been washed in years.

"Are you Mr. Doyle?" Fianna asked hesitantly, as if it didn't seem to match her image.

"Hehe, if you're asking about Doyle in this shop, I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's me. It doesn't look like a ......," replied the old man with some humor.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Doyle, I didn't mean that......" Fianna hastened to explain.

"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't seen a young man like you in many years, and I feel like I'm a lot younger. Haha, thanks to you. The old wizard smiled unhesitantly.

Doyle (human)

Rank: Seventh Order

Class: Sorcerer

Grade:???

Body type: Medium

"By the way, is there anything wrong with a charming young lady like you, who has come here to find an old man like me?"

"This ...... Can I talk to you alone?" Fianna asked, looking at Wizard Glass behind her, a little embarrassed.

"Oh?" said the old wizard and his disciple, looking at each other strangely, and smiling, "Glass, go down there and get busy, this beautiful lady, and I, the old man, will be in charge." ”

After the middle-aged wizard left, the old wizard smiled and asked, "Now, beautiful lady, what can you tell me?"

"This ...... This ...... "Fianna didn't know where to start.