The Heretic's Guild
Despite his excitement at the prospect of building Surtr's heretic guild, dark clouds loomed in his mind's bright sky.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh echoing in the warehouse.
"I'll need some time to gather the required materials. And that's without counting the ones needed to upgrade my demon lord's house to level twenty." He tucked his fingers around his chin, a pensive frown creasing his brows. "The fire gems will be a nightmare to collect, not to mention the ten tier-five cores. Where can I even find so many in this realm?"
His fingers drummed a rhythmic RPG beat on his cheek as he inferred the realm's general level.
'I never heard of another kingdom besides Oikos. Foliaris is one of its border cities, close to the elf forest in the south. Yet, the adventurer's shop owner told me that the mayor of such a critical place is only on the fourth tier.'
He cracked his neck, continuing on this line of thought.