Lance found meaning in his actions, and his pace became firm.
His status was constantly rising with new developments, and his every move had a significant impact on the people around him.
He knew he couldn't engage in activities like tonight's in the future, at least not by involving others. If he were to do them, it would have to be in secret.
Collecting from the wealthy was incredibly lucrative. Dismas's initial investigations had allowed him to know the area like the back of his hand. Coupled with the aid of Mesmerizing Fragrance, tonight's operation had gone exceptionally smoothly, yielding a total of a million in loot. He had been forced to stop only when his Exhibition Room was nearly overflowing.
Once these Gold Coins were converted into resources for his territory's development, he was confident he could compete with the Old Ancestor.
You have divine powers, old man, but I have firearms. Let's see whether your bones are harder or the Bombs.
Eat my cluster of cannons!
