Demi-human Wizard Institute

Floating City Research Institute, director's office.

"What are these?"

Anson looked at the thick stack of magic books before him, then turned to Richard with some confusion.

Richard's expression remained calm. "You'll know once you read them."

Anson opened the notebook. It was filled with densely packed symbols and formulas, deductions based on those symbols and formulas, and questions that had been raised. Anson was not some useless fool who only knew administration, so at a glance, he saw the meaning contained within those formulas.

Richard drew two books from the thick stack.

"These are things for which you've already fulfilled the prerequisites, yet failed to discover."

After saying that, he pulled out another two books, then pointed at the remaining ones. "These are some minor results of mine. You can extend them further."

Finally, he handed the two magic books in his hands to Anson.

"The final two, together with the one in your hands, are the Floating City Research Institute's research subjects for the next hundred years."

Anson stared dumbfoundedly at the notes before him. Although Richard had displayed no Holy Light and wielded none of the power to alter heaven and earth, in Anson's eyes, these notebooks were miracles.

As a researcher, he understood all too well how complicated research was.

In just one month, so many theoretical formulas had been derived, so many practically applicable results had been developed, and so many hypotheses had been proposed while certain immature conclusions had been overturned.

This was a miracle.

"Yes, Our Lord." Anson devoutly performed a church salute.

After leaving the research institute, Richard returned to the Mystic Realm. However, instead of immediately asking Ulysses how the material collection was progressing, he headed straight for the Divine Palace Laboratory.

He had an idea that required an answer from