The dumb parrot was so frightened that a few of its feathers came loose. But it quickly regained its composure.
Although Joad had placed a ridiculous number of sealing spells on it, he hadn't tried to finish it off. In fact, he had even healed its injuries. What did that mean? It meant that, for now, Joad still saw value in keeping it alive.
Just as it was deep in thought, the bird saw Joad stand up from his chair. He crouched down and grabbed the parrot, holding it up to his face with a trace of impatience.
"Listen, dumb bird, my patience has its limits. Those recovery potions I used on you? They're expensive. Miracles and magic don't come for free, you know."
The parrot became even more confused.
Logically speaking, a prodigy like Joad—someone who had already reached the archmage rank at such a young age—shouldn't care about material compensation.
