Frostbound

Chris

Fitzwallace looked at the Crystals blankly, which was odd considering they were supposed to be rare. Everyone else I talked to showed wanting and greedy faces when I flashed them before.

They knew they were valuable. Gear, enchantments, powering pretty much anything that ran on mana, but most importantly, expedited growth of Dungeons.

That was what we mostly used them for followed closely by powering Formations.

I wonder how many floors our Dungeons will have by the time we make it back?

Still, the man only looked at what I poured on the table before turning his eyes back to me. "Magic technology, our Communication Formation, and ship blueprints, and in return, you will give us Mana Crystals."

"Correct," I said.

"You will have to agree to not use the ships we give you the blueprints for against us. I will not give you the means to attack us without assurances." He said.

"I agree to not use the ships we build from your blueprints to aggress upon you or yours," I said. It was a simple ask and one I was expecting. If he was so paranoid about not selling us weapons, a stipulation to not use the ships against him was obvious.

"Alright. 50 kilograms of Mana Crystals in return," He offered.

50! That's insane!

"20," I countered.