The Battle Beyond Ten Thousand Meters

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

It was now October, Frost Moon.

The temperature had begun to drop noticeably, making it clear that autumn had arrived and that winter was slowly approaching.

Richard had returned to Galan City. More precisely, he had returned not long after Delan joined the Truth Society.

To be honest, Richard had wanted to remain with Delan and investigate the Truth Society's core secrets more deeply. But he was, after all, only a newcomer who had just joined the Truth Society. Making too much of a stir would easily arouse suspicion. With no other choice, he could only return to Galan City first, make long-term plans, and slowly investigate the Truth Society's core secrets without drawing attention.

During this time, he agreed to Yuesefu's proposal regarding magic pattern services and provided the Truth Society with quite a few relatively simple spell tools, earning a massive number of Points—enough to make anyone envious.

And that was already him holding back. Otherwise, with photolithography technology and mass production of spell tools, as long as he had enough raw materials, he could continuously sell finished products to the Truth Society as if dumping goods on the market. Given enough time, he was confident he could bankrupt the Truth Society.

But that would have been far too suspicious, so he had recently begun deliberately reducing production.

His explanation was that the spell tools he had previously supplied to the Truth Society had all been stockpiled goods. Now that the stock had run out, he could only make and provide them one at a time, so efficiency had naturally declined.

During this period, he had not devoted all his attention to the Truth Society. After all, the Truth Society was one of his priorities, but not everything.