Gorren's expression turned grim. "This young Elf King is nothing like before. He's grown assertive, no, ruthless, and he has an obsessive love for gold like a young dragon. He demanded two million gold coins in compensation before he would lift the transformation on Theron and the others."
The marquis' face darkened further. "Two million gold coins? That's outrageous."
"It is!" Gorren nodded. "On top of that, the Wyvern I brought back is priced at one million gold, and the thirty thousand sheep stored in the elves' Territory are valued at another four hundred thousand. That means we need to pay the elves a total of three million four hundred thousand gold coins."
Hearing that number, the marquis' round face twitched violently.
'Three million four hundred thousand gold? Did they think my pockets are ocean or something?' Then something clicked in his mind.
"Wait… You're telling me that you already brought the Wyvern back—without paying the elves a single coin?"
