Compared to the value of Mana Replenishing Grass, these grievances may not seem like much, but when one must hand over hard-earned gains, Kachuji feels even worse than if he had eaten shit.
"What are you looking at? Hand it over! Do you really want me to do it myself?"
Lia snorted coldly and slammed her greatsword on the ground next to her foot.
The ground where she struck instantly caved in, the massive force causing Kachuji's eyelids to twitch uncontrollably.
"Captain, just give it to them," commanded the leader of the Good Fortune adventure team, a golden-haired male elf with glasses, clutching his fists in humiliation.
"I... can't accept this! Over 200 Mana Replenishing Grasses; in my more than twenty years as an adventurer, I've never had such good luck!" Kachuji said through clenched teeth, his eyes blood red.
60,000 gold coins were a considerable sum for a Rock-level adventure team. The fortune they were about to grasp was suddenly snatched away by this gang...
