Having governed Albis for so many years, Dole had long seen through the essence of nobles: money, profit, the plundering of resources. At their core, nobles were a pack of jackals.
To become a noble, one had to possess an aggressive spirit, a fighting spirit—but that did not mean their descendants possessed the same spirit.
That was why Dole preferred hardworking commoners. At the very least, they were a little more pure.
Since effort and struggle were needed either way, choosing the first generation seemed like the better option.
Watching Donnie struggle bitterly amid the lightning, Dole smiled faintly to himself. Back when he had been struck by lightning, it had felt pretty damn good.
After watching for a while and deciding the man was in no real danger, Dole stopped paying attention and turned his gaze toward the laboratory.
Dole had actually obtained the coordinates of several worlds from the angel's memories. They were all medium worlds, worlds where low-ranking gods existed, but they were all controlled by the Light God's divine system. Going there would only mean being harvested like leeks.
Dole had no plans to visit those medium worlds. He merely wanted to know where they were and whether he could locate them himself.
As long as he could pinpoint those worlds, he could use them to readjust the wizard formations and then locate worlds farther away—or larger ones.
He would not consider medium worlds. If he was going anywhere, it would be to larger worlds. Their powers might be more chaotic, but advancement would be easier there, and it would be easier to obtain higher-level knowledge.
The knowledge reserves of a divine envoy from the Light Holy See were still somewhat lacking. Besides, part of them had been lost. Though he did not know what had