Although Wizard Civilization was nominally a unified whole, in reality, every school had territories under its own control.
Without an order from the Shaping Crown, a considerable portion of the wizard legions could not be mobilized. And without an order from the Alchemy Crown, the factories of the Alchemy World would merely idle away, without producing a single piece of equipment.
The Truth Council's authority came from the Truth Wizards within it, so orders from the Truth Council were often not sent directly to the relevant departments. They first had to pass through school approval and be stamped with the school's mark before they could be carried out.
In the past, such orders were generally sent to the corresponding Great Wizards.
But because of the war, the Great Wizards had all gone to the front lines, so these orders piled up at headquarters and were left for the Truth Wizards' avatars to handle.
"No wonder the Crown wanted to dump the school on me."
Richard looked at the mountain of documents before him and could not help feeling irritated.
Although processing these documents would not take much time for him, quite a few of them had time limits in this era.
If the deadline passed, then approval or rejection would both become meaningless.
That meant an avatar had to be on hand at all times to deal with unexpected situations.
Hearing Richard's complaint, Great Wizard Curse Mark felt a wave of familiarity, as though he had heard such words many times before.
"These things should not be a problem for you, should they?" Great Wizard Curse Mark asked cautiously.
"They truly aren't a problem. But... who would want to waste their energy on this?"
Richard helplessly snapped off one of his fingers and molded it into an avatar identical to