Ron had been quite busy lately.
Though he could not compare to people like Lyle, Guy, and Gil, he truly was many times busier than he had been when he had first crossed over.
But this afternoon, he suddenly found himself with nothing to do.
Guy's people at the Flower Shop had always been responsible for negotiating cooperation with the various factions, and the contract terms were sent to Nora for review every day.
If she found anything problematic, Nora would discuss it with Ron and Guy as well.
Nora was fully in charge of both the Magic Battle Hall and the Magic Cup. As long as no particularly serious emergency occurred, there was basically nothing for Ron to handle.
The hotpot restaurants had already completed their expansion into the Northern Frontier, Eastern Frontier, and Southern Frontier. Yesterday afternoon, Lyle had led a group of employees to the Western Frontier to develop the Empire's last remaining market.
After several months of tempering, Lyle had become thoroughly familiar with this work and basically no longer needed any extra pointers from Ron.
As for the private experimental zone, Ilya and the other two were immersed in their experiments with that elemental isolation chamber, so they had not had time these past few days to help Ron create and invent things.
That left Doll Ron over there with little to do as well. Whenever he was free, he could only go to the Prayer House to play mahjong with the nuns as a way to pass the time.
Oh, right. Sylvie had already begun preparing the War of the Gods Cup on the Prayer House side. It had entered the registration stage, and the response was extremely enthusiastic.
Watching the auntie nuns brimming with fighting spirit, Ron felt rather ashamed of himself.
And