The numerical division was even cleaner than he expected, which meant that the Arcane Master Association was no longer merely the maintainer of the rules but had become the most solid shell of Duke's commercial plate.
With this shell, he did not need to spar singly with any family; no one could bypass the association.
He just needed to sign the receipt, and the money would securely fall into his account under the association.
Duke picked up the pen, signed the last page of the receipt, and sent a confirmation to the association's finance department using the Wizard's Mark.
Then he leaned back against the chair, looking at those figures on the table.
Forty-seven billion five hundred million Level 1 Magic Stones, which was a huge fortune even for a Level 3 Mage.
But this was just the first year, and the Pupil of the Rule Horizon has no production ceiling, only a material ceiling.
