After all, no matter how convenient a channel for earning points was, the Holy Mark would not jump straight into his pocket if he did not do the work himself.
What Li did not know was that Iruka was currently sprawled over the desk in his office. Before him stood an observation lens with a resolution in the tens of millions, and beneath it lay the Holy Mark Li had just finished drawing.
He studied it with rapt attention, completely oblivious to the passage of time.
It was not until the light streaming through the window gradually shifted and the entire room finally fell dark that Iruka suddenly came to his senses. It was already night, and judging by the time, it was two in the morning.
Only at this time did the far northern lands of Ankhseram's world become completely shrouded in darkness.
Iruka immediately switched on no fewer than five magic lamps. In truth, this alone would have shocked most people who knew him. In the eyes of his acquaintances, Iruka was an exceedingly stingy man; he had never even hired an assistant for himself.
No one knew why Iruka worked so tirelessly for Ankhseram. They only knew that, at some point, he had become Ankhseram's devout follower and diligently managed his finances, even though Ankhseram himself did not actually care that much about money.
Iruka was not particularly powerful, but he was still a level-seventeen Magister. No king in the world would refuse the allegiance of a level-seventeen Magister, nor would anyone be unwilling to offer such a Magister extraordinarily generous treatment.
Yet Iruka refused to go. He would rather remain here, endlessly handling financial work without pay, even refusing to hire himself an assistant just to avoid spending more gold coins!
This man had truly taken