The Beauty Gutama grabbed the few remaining silver coins from the treasure chest in front of her. She had already exhausted her wealth.
During the peak of her time in Norland, the treasure chest had over a thousand goin coins! Yet now, it has been reduced into an impoverished rat's nest.
The orcs were not creatures that were deeply fond of sparkling things. But, in this city, one needed money to obtain what they wanted.
"Damn it! Is this your harvest for today?!"
The Beauty Gutama glared at the seventeen orcs below her. As a pure-blooded High Plains Orc, her height was half a body's length taller than her subordinates, those green-skinned orcs with the blood of goblins mixed in them.
Feeling the pressure of The Beauty, the orcs began to rummage through the pockets of their worn-out clothes. In the end, they've only managed to take out some ridiculous scraps.
