"What an ominous word," Atsuku smirked, returning the cigarettes he threw to the shopkeeper. "How much will you buy a young Winter Wyrm's tongue and eyes?"
"Hmm?" Ramon raised his eyebrows. "How big was it?" He asked, not minding about the details of how Atsuku got it.
"The body is 500 meters. Ah, do you understand what I said? The size system is different from Fantasia."
"No worries. When we visit the new world, that world's most common language and knowledge enter our brains. This time is a bit tricky because you guys have a lot of languages and shit, but I can understand you with no problem thanks to the translation the Merchant installed here."
"That's good news." He nodded. "Anyway, give me a good price. I have the blood, too, but I will only sell half, which is around 70 Liters worth."
