"Each for a thousand Gold Coins," Tijana stated the price directly.
"So expensive!" Kailon had yet to speak when Molo couldn't help but exclaim from the side, "Those ordinary weapons used to only cost three hundred!"
"You won't find cold iron products anywhere else." Kalon clapped his hands decisively, "How much stock do you have now? We'll take it all."
Standing to the side, Lancelot felt speechless inside. What is called a windfall, he truly experienced today. Those cold iron weapons of such quality could be produced two or three a day by that kid Bruto, and Tijana was asking for a thousand Gold Coins each, while the other party readily agreed.
"Not much, just about two hundred pieces left, you can take them all if you want, same price," she responded.
"Tijana!" Molo's dissatisfied roar erupted, "The rule is that all surrounding forces get a share, do you want to defy the treaty recognized by the Wind Demon King?"
