A moment later, the trade among the three parties was completed, and Lancelot and Bruto had several dozen pounds of "cargo" on them.
Watching the two skillfully insert Metal Ingots into the gaps of the armor as if they were armor plates, Kalalin, who could only wear robes as a scholar, couldn't help but feel some helplessness.
The Red Dragon Krivtar had already left, satisfied, while the Devilspawn Catez looked at them meaningfully and spoke:
"It's said that the Sandworm Lord of the Shattered Mountain Range was slaughtered, a huge gash left on its body. Everyone says it was probably done by a Barlow Flame Demon passing by."
"Oh." Bruto raised his eyebrows, "What does that have to do with us?"
