Kapitel 330: Formation

Tycondrius wore the most sincere smile he could fake, politely addressing the young Vanzano. 

"Miss Athena, I'd like to use your brother's relic to speed your development to Bronze-Rank."

"Um, isn't it cursed?" Athena stuck out her lips, pursing them together like a tiny duck bill. 

"Yes," Tycon nodded. "Grant that I will first nullify the curse, in order to ensure your safety."

"It's literally a snake skull." She complained, "It looks gross!"

"Does it?" Tycon glanced back at the table. He thought it looked impressive and powerful, "No matter. The purity of the Frost Stone's mana should be enough to catalyze your breakthrough."

Holy Lancer Tanamar of Vanzano stepped forward, his expression grim and determined. 

"It's too dangerous," He insisted. 

Tycon rolled his eyes, "Seven hells, young man. Take a look at the crystal's affinity rating with your charge."