"What the hell? Is your face made of gold, or are your breasts made of gold? Five hundred thousand gold coins?"
Phield was dumbfounded. It seemed that it wasn't just the Sacred Griffin Empire that had rotted to the core. The people of the Stormsea Mercantile Nation were just as insane, openly putting themselves up for sale without the slightest shame.
"Holy Light, please redeem them and wash away their sins."
Disgust filled Tisiana's eyes as she made the sign of prayer.
"This is ridiculous," Rosalia sighed from within the greatsword. "Even corrupted creatures are far more harmonious and friendly than this."
Marianne rolled her eyes speechlessly, the two tiny clam-shaped ornaments on her chest swaying as she looked at him with arrogant confidence.
"You brought it, didn't you? We don't appreciate being toyed with, so don't waste our time."
"You don't have much of a choice. The key is in my hands."
