Dole nodded. "That's acceptable. But our business is highly limited—we can only deal in medicinal ingredients. There's nothing wrong with leaving the other trades to others. However, if anyone dares to steal our business, my advice is this: don't be polite. Once people get a hold on you, killing one person won't be enough to solve the problem."
Glaite and Eugene gritted their teeth and fell silent.
Dole knew they had recruited quite a few people for themselves and developed many apprentices locally, so he did not ask further. As long as they understood the situation, that was enough.
Dole said, "Remember this: I am your boss, and I am also your backing. Don't worry about retaliation. Whoever makes a move against you is making a move against me. Understood?"
The tension in their hearts eased, and both nodded at once.
Just then, Dole suddenly raised a brow. "Speak of the devil and he appears. The Alexanders have reached the Wizard Tower. I'll take you over."
A magnificent wizard robe, embroidered with a towering mountain range that seemed to have stood since time immemorial.
The Wizard was using a level-seven Wizard Tower. Its flight speed was not particularly fast, but neither was it slow.
He had come from the north, making a wide detour rather than passing through Glory Empire territory. After all, the movements of a level-nine individual carried enormous consequences.
As he crossed the North Plains Mountain Range, he spotted a little bat and a little black dragon, but paid them no heed. Soon, he arrived above the Albis Plain.
The Albis Plain was covered in villages, with fertile fields and a dense population. It looked exceptionally bustling.
In the distance stood an enormous city, seemingly three times larger than an ordinary prefectural city.
Neat military camps