Chapter 88: You Earn Money to Spend It (2)
A few days later, at Keter’s office, Dork was packing a bundle of supplies about the size of a person.
“Why the heck is this thing needlessly sharp at the bottom?”
The item Dork was grumbling about as he shoved it into a bag was a top-tier elixir. This pink liquid, barely a mouthful, was valued at a staggering fifty thousand gold, a sum that could buy a grand mansion in a major city. Its effects, however, were clear: a single drop could cure any disease or wound and even clear a broken mind.
There was a saying that a top-tier elixir could save someone with a severed head. Although, of course, the elixir would need to be poured on the wound immediately after decapitation.
The bag also contained other jaw-dropping things. There was a thousand-year-aged mandrake, capable of rejuvenating an aging body; a Reinforcement Pellet, a secret dwarven elixir that hardened bones like steel when consumed; Nature Essence Pill, an elven secret elixir that dramatically boosted elemental resistance and affinity. There was also a pile of monster cores and Inner Essence Pills imbued with the power of high-level monsters.
“If people knew what was in this bag, they would faint from shock.”
The total value of the bag’s contents was three million gold, equivalent to the annual budget of Sefira.
“Big Brother! I’m done packing!”
Two people entered the living room when they heard Dork. Keter strolled in leisurely with a yawn, along with Luke, whose demeanor had drastically changed. He had a gentle, friendly face, but now had a sharp, intimidating gaze. Though only a few days had passed, it was clear he had endured immense trials and grown significantly.
“I feel like I could beat anyone in Sefira now—except the patriarch.”
“Calm down, Luke.”