"E-Emergency?" Izikel repeated, stunned. There was enough crystal in that chest to feed the whole village for several months—maybe longer. And Dremlin was now telling him that it was all his?
"If this would not be enough, you can always go and collect from the Saint Quarters," Dremlin said casually. "There's a private vault there, reserved for your family. No one would question you."
"It is the wealth that has been accumulated over the years," he added, like it was nothing.
"I… don't think that will be necessary. These will be enough," Izikel said with a small, grateful smile.
With this much crystal available, he wouldn't have to do anything dangerous.
'Seems like my plot armor has finally kicked in'
"Now… how do I move it?" he muttered, looking at the heavy chest with uncertainty. He couldn't call the guards to help carry it down to the Altar Cave, and judging by how difficult it was for Dremlin to lift earlier, he didn't want to trouble the old man again.
