After seeing the two off, Dole sat where he was, deep in thought. Did he need to have more children to stabilize the hearts of the people?
The hearts of the people were a strange thing. He was a wizard, not one of those politicians; he had never been able to understand it. If they wanted stability, he gave them stability. If they wanted safety, he gave them safety. What else did they want?
Children? An heir? Did that mean he had to turn himself into a breeding machine for this?
It was simply absurd.
Dole remained seated, his avatars each considering the matter, yet none of them could make sense of it.
After signing and issuing all the necessary documents and selecting several suitable lords for the territories, Dole's avatar vanished from where he stood.
"Storm Lord." Dole had acquired a new title, one used among the common people. But in the wizarding world, he had another epithet: Elemental Lord.
Eight wizard towers, eight different elements. Coupled with the fact that the various elemental meditation methods were now permitted to spread in stages, Dole had gained another epithet: Elemental Lord.
In truth, Dole cared about neither Storm Lord nor Elemental Lord.
Once the primordial substance had been sent back to the laboratory, he began ceaseless experiments. The silicon-based avatar had now reached its final juncture.
Once the silicon-based avatar succeeded, Dole felt that he would be able to touch upon the secrets of primordial substance, and his strength would rise by another great leap. Thus, this experiment took precedence over all the others.
Ten days later, Dole's true body stood amid the eight wizard towers. At this time, under the all-out coordination of the tower masters, all materials in the Glory Wizard Alliance had been sorted into