This time, the two of them had swallowed their pride to ask for seed capital.
They were going into business, with someone else investing in the wizard tower, yet they could not even scrape together the startup funds themselves. It was truly embarrassing.
Fortunately, Dole was very straightforward about it.
With the seed capital secured, Glaite immediately perked up. "Then we won't stay any longer. Please come with us—it's a race against time."
Dole nodded, and the mist around them drifted toward the wizard tower.
Seeing this, Glaite and Eugene both revealed envious expressions. Having a clone was wonderful, but they also knew they might not be able to afford to maintain such a thing, so neither of them asked for one.
Among the many wizards in Wasen Fort, there were several seventh-rankers. Yet to this day, not a single one had asked Dole for one of the ancient ten strange insects.
It was not that Dole refused to give them one. Even if he sold them one, it was not something they could simply raise successfully after getting it.
After bidding farewell, the two headed straight for the wizard tower. Before long, it rose into the air, climbed higher, and swiftly vanished into the azure sky.
Inside the wizard tower, Glaite held a crystal ball—the control core—in his hand. As he watched the scenery outside, he sighed.
"Eugene, when do you think the two of us will be able to forge a wizard tower above the seventh rank? With the Duling Bone Tower around, I'm starting to look down on my fifth-rank wizard tower."
Eugene rolled his eyes at him. "At least you have a fifth-rank wizard tower. Your cultivation boost is usually nearly twice what it would be under normal circumstances, isn't it? Now look at me.