It looked like Durken's plan to convince the mayor to pay for the construction of the teleportation array had gone bankrupt before it even started.
Thinking this, Negris couldn't help but scorn, "Your money isn't even enough to pay to animate your face."
"That... That much? Six hundred soul crystals, it's enough to feed everyone in our town for a year, also, why does this book speak?" Locke still couldn't help but ask.
Locke was a witch, so Negris knew from the moment she started speaking he wouldn't be able to fool her, and when she saw through him, he decided to fly up and say:
"Because food is the cheapest thing in the world, it's not priced based on the richest person, but on the poorest, else the poorest would starve to death."
Locke looked bemused, though she didn't completely understand what he meant, she still understood the word 'poor'.
