Before the deal could get worse, he accepted. “I’ll get my people to agree to those conditions. Speaking of my people, I have quite the number of researchers at my disposal and will be putting them to work on solving the boy’s mana concentration issue. What say you about keeping the teams separate for the next hundred years before letting them collaborate with their past works?”
The Emperor nodded. “Make it seventy years of independent work instead of a full century. I don’t think they’ll be waiting until two hundred years old to reach Tier 25, and we need an answer to potions before Tier 19.”
Frederic checked the math on mana concentration potions and frowned internally.
There were only so many high Tier potions, and even then, they would be a drop in the bucket to the boy’s mana pool
