"How did they end up recruiting even liches? Isn't that absurd?
Mixing undead troops with armies of living creatures will lower morale."
Roland couldn't help frowning when he saw the news.
But all he could safeguard were the interests of his own school and sphere of influence.
That was dictated by Atrelin's power structure as a whole. The commissioners governed the country jointly, in a system resembling a federation.
Moreover, Roland had chosen to withdraw from high-level politics to pursue his advancement. His influence over Atrelin was limited, and he really couldn't reverse a situation like this alone.
He could only let it run its course.
"I should get things here sorted out first. As for Atrelin, let them do what they want."
Roland had no energy to spare for so much at the moment, so he turned his attention back to his own affairs and personally oversaw the plan to expand the Project Team.
For the team as a whole, this was a major undertaking that affected every aspect of their work.
The existing research groups worried that their funding or research resources would be squeezed.
Those hoping to join saw new opportunities.
Some who had already produced results wanted to build on their success and reach new heights.
Those who hadn't wanted to make a fresh start with a new team, regroup, and try again.
The demands of every side surfaced all at once, tangled like a knot of threads.
Fortunately, Roland had a clear grasp of the situation.
From beginning to end, he had kept close track of the entire research project's progress. He also knew every team member's background in Arcana, past achievements, talents, abilities, interests, and aspirations inside out.
After giving everyone's needs full consideration, he made adjustments that placed them all appropriately, leaving no