Level 6 Mage

[Strength] 1.2

[Constitution] 1.1

[Agility] 1.3

[Spirit] 10.458/10.458

[Mana] 10.3/10.3

[Level] Level 6 Mage

Roland looked at his current stats in the room, a hint of satisfaction appearing on his face.

He had actually broken through to Level 6 Mage a month ago, but he had only announced it today.

However, after his promotion to Level 6 Mage, Tier 1 to Tier 4 Spirit Agility Potions had almost no effect on him. Even Tier 5 potions were less than half as effective as before.

But to break through from an Intermediate Mage to an Advanced Mage, the Spirit Power requirement was twenty points.

This was almost double his current Spirit Power. According to Nuwa's calculations, if Roland relied solely on Tier 5 potions, it would take him at least four or five years to break through to an Advanced Mage.

This timeframe was undoubtedly too slow for Roland.

Furthermore, with Ryan and the other twelve people all having transferred to the Mage class, the demand for potions had greatly increased. Roland's current Spirit Power was clearly stretched thin.

Therefore, not only for his own strength but also for the overall strength of his territory, Roland had to accelerate his own advancement.

Especially after Roland's war with Neil Bergman, this thought had been constantly influencing him.

This was also why Roland had preemptively announced his promotion to Level 6 Mage and his ability to refine Tier 5 potions.

It was so that he could legitimately purchase materials for refining Level 6 potions in the future and rapidly increase his Spirit Power.

However, Roland also knew the principle of "too much is as bad as too little." So, although he was anxious, he did not release more Tier 5 potions at once.

In his trade with Leslie this month, Roland still planned to focus on Tier 4 potions, supplemented by a few Tier 5 potions.

Then, after some time, he would gradually adjust the sales ratio of his Tier 4 and Tier 5 potions.

Until finally, he would leave enough buffer time to purchase Level 6 potions for himself.

Thinking of this, Roland subconsciously asked Nuwa, "Nuwa, calculate how to provide Tier 5 potions to Leslie while controlling the risk."

"It is recommended that Master increase the proportion of Tier 5 potions in the total potion sales by 25% in each subsequent transaction with Leslie."

"After four months, all sold potions can be switched to Tier 5 potions."

Nuwa's answer made Roland's plan clearer.

"What will my approximate net income be per month then?"

"It will be around 1,400 gold coins, plus 45 bottles of Tier 5 potions."

Hearing this, Roland frowned. The gold coin income was lower than he had expected.

Given the profit margin of Tier 5 potions, even with a 30% success rate, he should have earned between 1,600 and 1,700 gold coins.

"Master, as Ryan and the other twelve people's strength increases, it is estimated that in four months, they will all break through to Level 2 Mage. The materials needed to purchase and refine Tier 2 potions for them will cost around 380 gold coins per month."

"I see." Roland suddenly understood.

During this recent period, Ryan and the others had been taking Tier 1 potions, which only cost a little over a hundred gold coins. Roland hadn't paid much attention to it.

After Nuwa's reminder, Roland couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Although he was earning quite a lot, his expenses were also increasing.

It wasn't just for Ryan and the future Mage corps; even the territory's guard force, which was already taking shape, needed equipment. Moreover, Roland still owed Leslie 3,000 gold coins.

So Roland was even looking forward to another Neil Bergman, who would bring him a generous war indemnity.

Of course, he was just thinking about it. Roland wouldn't put himself in danger for such a small amount of gold coins.

Roland, who had been frowning and thinking for a while, couldn't come up with a good solution.

Currently, Roland's biggest expense was undoubtedly the mercenary fees for the Loyal Lion Mercenary Group.

However, Rising Light Island still needed the strength of the Loyal Lion Mercenary Group, and the guard force also needed O'Neal's training. It was clearly not something that could be easily cut.

Unable to find a solution for the moment, Roland stopped dwelling on it and turned to today's potion refining work.

As Roland's progress in Alchemy continued, his potion refining speed was getting faster and faster.

In less than three hours, he successfully refined one Tier 5 potion and eight Tier 1 potions.

After completing his meditation for the day, Roland's work for the day was over.

Seeing that it was still early, Roland had the idea of inspecting the territory.

Over the past few months, to train Ryan and the guard force, Roland had been extremely busy. Therefore, James had been managing all the affairs of the territory on his behalf.

So, thinking of this, Roland immediately summoned James and Old Nob.

"Greetings, Young Master / Apothecary Roland."

"I have nothing to do today. Follow me around."

"Yes, Young Master." Old Nob was extremely excited upon hearing this. He hadn't accompanied Roland for an extended period in a long time.

Meanwhile, on the other side, James's face suddenly became thoughtful.

He didn't believe Roland was just taking a stroll; it was certainly to check on the progress of the territory's various affairs and construction.

After a moment of consideration, he found no significant shortcomings and a smile appeared on his face as he quickly agreed.

"Let's go." Roland saw their reactions but didn't say much, then led the way outside.

The first stop was naturally the residential area. It had been half a year since the territory was first established, and the residential area had clearly undergone significant changes from when it was first built.

From the initial dozens of wooden houses, it had grown to over three hundred now. Furthermore, with the architect Martin, the arrangement of houses in the residential area was extremely neat and orderly, not messy at all.

In addition, many workshops had been added to the residential area, such as iron workshops, textile workshops, grain workshops, oil refining workshops, and so on. Although their scale was not large, and some workshops might only have one person, they provided the foundation for the territory's self-sufficiency.

The outer perimeter of the residential area was no longer the simple earthen wall. After the spring planting, Roland had assigned most of the slaves to Martin.

With the efforts of two to three hundred slaves, a stone wall, two meters high and half a meter thick, now enclosed the entire residential area.

At the four corners of the stone wall, four five-meter-high watchtowers had been built respectively.

Although both the stone wall and the watchtowers looked very crude, this was the best Roland could do at the moment.

Rising Light Island was, after all, only a dozen square kilometers. The area was too small, and the island's resources were scarce. Many resources had to be purchased from outside.

Therefore, building an impregnable city wall would undoubtedly be an astronomical sum that Roland could not afford. Thus, he could only use the mountain stones on Rising Light Island to build such a simple stone wall for now.

However, although this stone wall looked crude, it greatly increased the defense of the residential area.

After all, a two-meter-high stone wall, while not much for professionals, was not easily scaled by ordinary warriors, especially with defenses in place.

Ever since this stone wall was built, Roland had been sleeping much more soundly during this period.

After touring the residential area, a look of satisfaction appeared on Roland's face, and he couldn't help but repeatedly praise James for doing a good job.

"This is merely my duty, I don't deserve your praise." Seeing Roland's satisfied expression, James breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, no, rewards for merit and punishment for mistakes. Otherwise, who would be willing to work for me?" Roland waved his hand and continued, "Steward James, your salary will be doubled this month."

Although Roland didn't have many savings in hand at the moment, he knew which gold coins were worth spending and which were worth saving.

As the only person on Rising Light Island who could serve as an administrator, Roland naturally had to win James over.

"Thank you, Apothecary Roland." James's face showed a hint of joy.

"Let's go, next we'll go to the dock." After nodding, Roland led the two towards Rising Light Island's dock.

After multiple destructions, the dock on Rising Light Island had finally been established. To resist magical beasts that might appear at any time, a lot of wrought iron was used in the later stages of construction, making it look very sturdy.

Beside the dock was a crude workshop, currently managed by Anthony.

During this period, Roland had not built single-masted merchant ships but had built several small fishing boats.

Although the small fishing boats could only operate along the coast of Rising Light Island to avoid attacks from magical beasts, they had also added a considerable amount of seafood and fish to Rising Light Island, supplementing its meat supply.

Seeing that both the dock and the shipbuilding workshop were in good order, Roland didn't linger and led the two to the eastern plain.

In the 1,200 mu of farmland, after more than two months of growth, both the rye, wheat, and barley had grown tall stalks. The ears of wheat or barley had initially formed. Although they were still a bit tender, they already contained the hope of a bountiful harvest.

This scene made Roland's smile even wider. Although the income from grain was not high and meant little to Roland, this grain was the greatest stabilizer of Rising Light Island.

After this batch of grain was harvested, Rising Light Island could achieve complete self-sufficiency in terms of grain.

This was extremely important for a territory. It meant that as long as Rising Light Island had strong enough defenses, it would not fear an enemy blockade.

"Old Nob, do you have an estimate for the yield of this season's grain?" Roland casually asked, touching a heavy pile of wheat ears.

"Young Master, we've estimated. Because our territory's farmland was just developed from wasteland, this year's grain yield can only reach a maximum of seventy percent."

"Mm." The smile on Roland's face slowly subsided.

This was unavoidable. The newly developed wasteland still contained a large number of stones, roots, weeds, etc., which would inevitably affect the grain yield.

However, in another two years, after repeated plowing and tilling, this land would gradually become fertile land, and the grain yield would reach its peak.