"This ancient cultivation technique was perfect for a monk, though. Will you be interested?"
The Abbot asked Chumo with a serious expression.
"No, no… No! Thank you," The Dongboyou prince stammered. As grateful as he would be if he received a new technique, he just managed to finally get out of his curse of being unable to talk to women. He would not waste his newfound freedom to be for a new skill. If he had to choose, he would rather quit being a magus than having to be a virgin forever.
The Abbot nodded, before looking back at Emery. But, before the Abbot managed to say a word, Emery quickly refused.
"Unfortunately, that is the last ancient cultivation technique we have. The others we possess would not be comparable to the ones you will find in the Magus Academy."
