Richard felt he had opened his train of thought when he thought in this direction.
Since there were magic plants that were extremely cold, were there any that were hot? He could sell them in hot places, but he couldn't judge them in cool places...
The old dwarf was clever. He quickly sensed the hidden meaning in Richard's order.
He answered firmly.
"Yes, Lord."
"We will do our best... For Twilight City!"
The last slogan sounded a little abrupt, but to the old dwarf, it came from the bottom of his heart.
Although he had not been in Twilight City for some time, he had never felt this city before.
Full of vitality and hope… It seemed that all the adjectives for beauty were appropriate here.
The strong preyed on the weak in the dark and disorderly underground world. They would kill each other for a piece of bread. The difference between the two was so enormous that one could not describe it with words.
