"Hmph, do you think they aren't just reselling it?" The Great Scholar scoffed. "We humans are inherently a weak race, with only four cities."
"Other races come from much stronger worlds. Some have over twenty cities. It's only natural their development speed surpasses ours."
"Who is the strongest?"
"In this region, the dwarf clan, blessed with abundant geothermal energy, is the dominant race. We can't help it. Their birthplace is advantageous, naturally near volcanic craters. Sometimes, life just isn't fair."
The weather was growing colder, and the howling wind outside sounded like the wailing of the world.
Even the temperature inside the igloo kept dropping, making everyone shiver uncontrollably.
"So if we find treasure, we still have to sell it to the dwarf clan?" The City Lord couldn't help but ask.
