For Caelan, the matter was simple. As long as he didn't have to spend his own money, everything else was trivial.
As for getting the Ironclad Legion to increase Shirley's salary… well, it wasn't his money, so why not give her a raise? That was a win-win.
"All right, the rest I'll handle myself. You can go back for now!"
Caelan said this to Shirley before stepping into the training room.
He couldn't help but admire his surrogate father. Truly, the man had been incredible—and extravagantly over-the-top!
Even a casual glance at the floor tiles of this training room revealed a remarkable detail: each tile was inscribed with miniature protective magic circles.
What did this mean?
It meant that this training room was imbued with an extraordinary level of magical protection—power beyond ordinary comprehension.
Clearly, the location he had chosen for today's endeavor was perfectly suitable.
