Hundreds of kilograms of rare metals in hand, Serra couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with the shape of Gold Coins.
Watching the Catachang Warriors dashing across the battlefield, Yaya suddenly felt her hands itching to join in.
Thinking about how every strike from the Catachang Warriors could earn them at least 10 grams of Fine Gold, she couldn't resist wanting to make her own fortune.
Regarding Yaya's thoughts, Matthew completely understood, and then promptly shut down her idea.
Staring at the hundreds of thousands of Slave Warriors that had perished, their corpses scattered across the valley and their blood pooling into streams, while feeling the immense pressure looming in the darkness beyond, Matthew let out a cold laugh and said:
"This is merely the appetizer. The main course hasn't even been served yet."
Staring eagerly at the bag filled with gleaming Fine Gold, Yaya couldn't resist her curiosity and asked:
