So the essence of the world was made up of these tiny, insignificant dots, and the size and intensity of those dots formed the world?
Dole was instantly dumbfounded. Was this the essence of space?
He began studying it with ravenous hunger. Even his other avatars stopped moving.
Until a voice called him awake from his realization.
The Northern Kingdom reacted with exceptional speed. An eighth-level figure could not make such a decision alone, so the matter was immediately passed to the headquarters of the Imperial Mage Corps.
Dole needed high-strength meteoritic iron. For the Northern Kingdom, whose alchemical conditions were poor, this was permissible—but not in excessive quantities.
As for Dole's proposed trade, they were actually quite interested, though only in wizard towers and floating warships.
Why was the Glory Wizard Alliance so powerful? It was not because they had a large number of ninth-level wizards, but because they possessed many ninth-level wizard towers. Their floating warships were formidable as well, and their wizard arrays were powerful. But according to current intelligence, Dole could only manufacture eighth-level wizard towers.
What was the point if he could not make ninth-level ones?
After more than ten days of deliberation, they decided to commission several eighth-level wizard towers, provided Dole preserved the possibility of upgrading them to the ninth level.
It was Weide's voice that woke Dole. He diverted a portion of his mental power over.
Weide met Dole again, but this time not at the fortress. They were within the Northern Kingdom, atop a desolate mountain.
The two stood on the mountaintop as the mountain wind swept past, yet neither of their bodies so much as swayed.
Grass had not yet begun to grow on the mountain. All they could see were broad swathes of evergreen plants, while everything else