Roland's bottom line?
A monthly payment of one or two hundred gold coins, for a period of thirty to forty years.
It was already incredible enough to earn two hundred gold coins per month for patent licenses.
After all, it was a very delightful thing to just sit around and earn patent fees while doing nothing.
But it didn't occur to Roland that the Goddess of Magic didn't seem to know the first thing about money.
He even got twenty percent of the shares by offering his technology.
They even signed a divine contract.
He was truly in for a great treat.
But it was quite understandable. None of the Mages who worshiped Mystra were great talents. They weren't even good at magic, not to mention things about business.
She didn't have any knowledge in that aspect.
Naturally, Roland wouldn't admit it. It was one thing if other people guessed his thoughts, but if he admitted it, he would be too cocky.
