Elaria's gaze was unwavering. "We do not risk our lives on unverified things."
A tense silence filled the hall.
Lyanna took a breath and changed the subject. "In any case, Your Majesty, I hope you'll allow our guild a few days to gather more gold coins." She had no intention of letting another merchant group steal this opportunity. She had to acquire Renjiro's treasures—especially the magical beast's corpse which was stronger than the ninth-circle beast.
Renjiro chuckled, his expression unreadable. "No rush."
He lifted his right hand, and in an instant, over twenty wooden crates materialized in the hall. Goods and silver artifacts gleamed under the light, while magic cores sparkled like captured starlight.
Lyanna, Gorren, and Lyra froze. Their eyes widened in disbelief.
The sheer wealth before them was staggering.
Lyanna swallowed. "Your Majesty… what exactly do you mean by this?"
