"Can we really exchange for high-quality spatial crystals here?"
Annie Silverleaf muttered softly, fatigue showing in her clear eyes.
The middle-aged butler Paris felt somewhat helpless, recalling the failures along the way, he still managed to muster up some spirit:
"There's an old saying in the East—'Heaven never seals off all the exits!'"
Annie nodded, though in her heart, she no longer held much hope.
Who would pin their hopes on the elusive fate if there were any other way?
The carriage continued to move forward, arriving at the queue at the city gates.
Informed, Leon came up to them and took them to another gate.
Two burly vigilant golems, eyes emitting a faint red light, worked with the soldiers to inspect the cargo in the carriage.
The nervous middle-aged butler Paris followed by Leon's side during the inspection and spoke in a low and humble voice:
"These are artworks from the Elves, along with some herbs and food."
