"How many of you are there?" Li Yu asked.
"One hundred and twenty-six people, if it's three slices each, that adds up to... that's..."
"Three hundred and seventy-eight slices," Hawkeye said.
"That's right, three hundred and seventy-eight slices," Giant Stone cracked a smile, "Of course, if you have more giant dragon blood, you could give it all to us."
"A mercenary group of over a hundred people?" Orwell snorted, "Such a group should be famous. Yet I've traveled half the continent and never heard of the name Eagle's Wings."
"Oh, we've only recently formed," Giant Stone said, "We haven't managed to spread our fame yet, but it's only a matter of time."
"But I don't have that much giant dragon blood on hand," Li Yu said, "Or you could wait another three days for me, and I'll bring it to you next time I come from the Divine Country."
"How much do you have now?" Hawkeye asked.
"One hundred slices."
