Richard felt uneasy and calculated carefully.
There were 13 troop lairs, and each could recruit ten soldiers, which meant 130 soldiers. Each troop had 2,400 rare resources, which was 312,000.
Three hundred twelve thousand units were only one week's production. Four weeks a month, that was 1,248,000 units.
Each radiant moon-level king of the imperial troop cost 8,000 rare resources and three lairs. They could produce 30 and 120 per week.
That was 960 million.
Twilight City had to spend 2,208,000 units of rare resources every month to maintain the king of the imperial troop.
Richard's eyelids twitched after he calculated.
The monthly income of Twilight City was only around one million.
F*ck the husky.
"How am I going to make up for this million-dollar deficit?"
