Grand Return System

A Favor Entrusted

Leon finally nodded.

"Very well."

"You may decide the final price."

"As long as it’s reasonable..."

"I have no objections."

His purpose in coming to Whitelist Restaurant had always been simple.

He needed these herbs.

Ever since leaving the Martial Emperor Tomb, the thought of refining pills had remained in his mind.

Originally...

He had considered asking the Taylor family to gather the ingredients.

However, several herbs on the list could only be found in distant regions across the Fallen Leaf Domain.

Collecting them through the Taylor family’s connections would require considerable time and effort.

Whitelist Restaurant, on the other hand, possessed trading routes that stretched across nearly half the continent.

Entrusting the task to them was undoubtedly the fastest and most efficient solution.

As for the cost...

Money had never been a problem for Leon.

After carefully putting away the list, Cavir Walton smiled and said, "Respected Leon, don’t worry. My Whitelist Restaurant has always been very trustworthy when doing business. This batch of herbs will definitely be collected in the highest quality."

His voice carried confidence born from decades of experience. As he carefully folded the parchment once more, he treated it with the same care one would reserve for an important contract rather than a simple shopping list.

Leon watched the older man quietly.

The warm sunlight filtering through the wide windows illuminated his midnight robes, the delicate amethyst embroidery shimmering faintly whenever the breeze stirred the fabric. His long black hair rested neatly over his shoulders, while his calm purple eyes remained fixed on Cavir.

Seeing the owner’s sincere promise, Leon gave a satisfied nod.

"Good."

Those two simple words were enough.

For someone like Leon, there was no need for excessive conversation. Once trust had been established, he preferred allowing actions to speak louder than promises.

Cavir secretly let out a breath of relief.

Fortunately...

This meeting had gone far more smoothly than he had dared hope.

The atmosphere inside the private room gradually relaxed.

The fragrant aroma of spiritual tea drifted lazily through the room, mixing with the scent of polished sandalwood furniture. Outside the open window, the lively streets of Ashford City bustled with merchants, travelers, and cultivators moving through the afternoon sunlight.

Meanwhile, Leon quietly considered his next steps.

Gathering these medicinal herbs wouldn’t happen overnight.

Even with Whitelist Restaurant’s enormous trading network stretching across much of the Fallen Leaf Domain, transporting rare herbs from distant kingdoms still required time.

That suited him perfectly.

Before beginning his alchemy, there were still several matters he had long intended to handle.

Originally, those plans had been delayed one after another due to constant battles, unexpected opportunities, and the events surrounding the Martial Emperor Tomb.

Now...

For the first time in quite a while...

He finally had enough breathing room.

Since I’m already here...

I might as well finish everything at once.

His thoughts settled, Leon lifted his gaze toward Cavir once again.

"I heard Whitelist Restaurant has a special treasure vault."

"A place where treasures can be auctioned."

"Is that correct?"

The sudden change of topic caught Cavir slightly off guard.

He blinked before immediately nodding.

"That’s right, Respected Leon."

"Our treasure vault is one of the largest auction houses in this region of the Fallen Leaf Domain."

"We regularly auction cultivation resources, rare ores, ancient inheritances, medicinal herbs, supreme treasures, and all kinds of unusual items."

A faint smile crossed his face.

"Do you have treasures you’d like to auction?"

Leon gently tapped the armrest of his chair with a finger.

His expression remained unreadable.

"Yes."

"There are indeed a few."

"But there’s no hurry."

"We’ll talk about that later."

Hearing those words, Cavir’s curiosity immediately intensified.

A few treasures?

Anything Leon personally considered worthy of auction could hardly be ordinary.

Even an item casually taken from the Purple Sword Monarch might become the centerpiece of an entire auction.

However, Cavir wisely suppressed his curiosity.

A businessman knew when to ask questions...

And when silence was far more valuable.

He smiled politely.

"Very well."

"Whenever Respected Leon wishes, Whitelist Restaurant will gladly make the necessary arrangements."

Leon nodded approvingly.

He appreciated intelligent people.

There was no need to explain everything.

Sometimes a single sentence was enough.

Only then did he slowly turn toward Selena and Rias.

The two young women had remained quietly behind him throughout the discussion.

Selena stood with graceful composure, her long silver-white hair flowing softly down her back like moonlight. Her snow-white robes, tied neatly with a pale-blue sash, accentuated her elegant figure without sacrificing the refined dignity expected of a student of Celestis Academy. Her porcelain skin appeared almost luminous beneath the afternoon light, while her calm blue eyes rested attentively upon her Teacher.

Beside her, Rias looked equally captivating.

Her long crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders like flowing silk, framing an adorable yet breathtaking face. Her brilliant red eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her crimson robes, embroidered with faint golden dragon patterns, swayed gently whenever she shifted her weight. Though she possessed a lively personality, she remained respectfully silent throughout Leon’s conversation.

Looking at his two students, Leon spoke calmly.

"Get me a first-class guest room."

"I have something to deal with."

The words were directed toward Cavir.

However...

Both Selena and Rias instinctively looked at one another.

Teacher...

Wanted a guest room?

What exactly was he planning?

Neither of them asked.

Time spent under Leon’s guidance had taught them something important.

Whenever Teacher acted this way...

There was always a reason.

Cavir was equally surprised.

His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly before a broad smile spread across his face.

"Understood."

"Understood."

"There won’t be any problem."

He immediately stood from his seat.

Turning toward the doorway, he called out loudly.

"Little Leo."

Almost instantly, the young waiter from earlier hurried inside.

Unlike before, the waiter no longer dared raise his head.

His back remained bent respectfully.

"Owner."

"What are your orders?"

Cavir spoke without hesitation.

"Prepare the best guest room for Respected Leon."