Inside the residence at the Orvisto Wizard Tower.
Roland woke from his sleep and immediately checked the results of his dream transcription.
"Records of the Grand Historian, Volume Eleven: Annals of Emperor Jing"
"Records of the Grand Historian, Volume Twelve: Annals of Emperor Wu"
They were finished!
The Dream Sprite's presence had forcibly changed the habit he had brought from his previous life on Blue Star, from "study first thing after waking up" to checking what he had transcribed in his dreams.
Before long, Roland summoned Aier.
"Publish these on the Joint Research Association's official website."
These were neither papers on linguistics nor part of his actual work.
He only needed to upload them to the magic network as a backup. Anyone interested would find them on their own.
This universe contained so many planes and other worlds, the vast majority of which were underdeveloped regions with low or moderate levels of magic.
Perhaps to the people of high-magic Atrelin, Romance of Seris was "an entertaining novel written by the legendary Lord Roland." To low-magic civilizations, however, it was "the history of a superior, godlike civilization's development."
All the political, economic, and cultural depth it contained rivaled that of a deity who had lived for thousands of years.
Accumulated over time, its value would be considerable.
"Yes, Master," Aier said.
She promptly gathered everything up, ready to transcribe it into the magic network later.
She then asked, "Breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"
Roland nodded, washed up and brushed his teeth, then went downstairs for breakfast.
Twenty or thirty kinds of food were laid out on the long table, each exquisite and appetizing.
"I've fallen, utterly fallen. This lifestyle is getting more extravagant by the day!"
Roland sighed repeatedly, but still began eating as the rabbit-eared girls,