The defense barrier was opened, and Lette received Kaelster in his shop.
"Your Highness, there's a reply from the Holy City."
Kaelster respectfully handed over the letter, and after taking it, Lette glanced at it, feeling that most of it was useless nonsense.
Only the latter half of the last page contained anything useful.
"Finally decided to come to me. Why couldn't these fools just give in earlier?"
Lette snapped his fingers in the air, and the machine in the alchemy workshop that kept spitting out Sea Coins ceased operation.
At the same time, the Hall Master of the Flesh God Sect responsible for this project instantly understood that this meant the Sect Hierarch was terminating the plan, so he waved his hand for his men to withdraw completely.
Actually, the miraculous money-making machine just contained a large chunk of proliferating flesh.
It was merely cloaked under the guise of alchemy creation to maintain its mystery.