Sonam's expression was a bit awkward as she stared at her wound, which was covered with a thin layer of frost that inhibited the Demons' inherent self-healing ability.
A gleam flashed in her eyes, and some kind of energy within her body focused on the wound. The flesh squirmed slowly and took about thirty seconds to finally restore her severed finger to its original state.
"A treasured sword like this only costs 3,000 Gold Coins," Bruto regained his ability to speak.
Sonam threw Frostslash back to Lancelot and turned to stare at the Dwarf.
"Uh, if you really want it..." Cold sweat streamed down the Dwarf's forehead, "Order six at a time, and you can get one free with five purchased."
"Sure, I'll take six of these," the six-armed Serpent Demon suddenly laughed, showing off her sharp, venomous fangs, "but I don't have any gold to pay you. How about we offset it with your monthly Head Tax?"
