The production cost and manpower cost of the clay magic figures can be ignored; rounding up, it's as if these low-level magic figures have no cost. As long as they can be sold, it's pure profit.
The more Noah thought about it, the more excited he became, eager to immediately emulate his foster mother and set up ten or twenty clay magic figure production lines, then rake in the money.
As the saying goes, you only realize how little money you have when you need it. Although the financial pressure of building the Mage City didn't fall on him, Noah still felt the suffocating pressure, heavy enough to stifle even an Ancient Dragon.
"First complete the production task, then think about your clay,"
Selena glanced at Noah, whose eyes were shining with gold, unable to resist a reminder. She was now the busiest person on this land.
"No problem, don't worry, I won't delay the timeline,"
