Chapter 56
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Caster listened intently as the shop owner explained the grading system for scrolls, which differed from that of magic spells.

Scrolls were rated based on the amount of magical power infused during their creation rather than their craftsmanship quality. A special device verified these ratings before assigning prices.

"Thank you," Caster nodded in understanding before deciding to explore the store further. His mission was to gather supplies for his own scroll crafting endeavors.

He found what he needed: magic ink, crude monster skin scrolls, a pencil, and sketching paper.

These items were chosen for their affordability compared to the more luxurious magic paper made from rare woods.

After purchasing ten blank scrolls for a total of 9 small silver coins, Caster calculated that selling them at the shop's mana arrow scroll price would yield minimal profit, especially considering the cost of magic ink.

Thinking about his financial situation, he began seriously considering finding emplo
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