"Heh heh heh, hehe." Qin He grinned, sat down at the table, poured himself a drink, tipped back his head, and downed it in one smooth motion.
A cup of hot wine went down his throat, and he immediately felt incomparably refreshed.
In this bitterly cold land, even storage bags could not be used, making it difficult to carry wine around.
"Three Spirit Stones." The leader held out his hand directly.
"Don't rush. I have Spirit Stones." Qin He reached into his robes and placed a High-grade Spirit Stone on the table.
At the sight of it, greed immediately flashed in the leader's eyes.
One High-grade Spirit Stone was normally worth more than twenty ordinary Spirit Stones. It was also one of the scarce supplies, and whenever the polar night arrived, its value could rise to over thirty.
Most importantly, this man before them drank a bowl of wine priced at three Spirit Stones without batting an eye.
He was rich and generous—a fat sheep through and through.
"Glug glug~"
Qin He raised cup after cup, nearly draining every last drop of wine from the flask.
"You drink pretty fast. Ten High-grade Spirit Stones." The leader held out his hand again.
"There were only six bowls of wine in total. That comes to eighteen ordinary Spirit Stones. If I pay you with one High-grade Spirit Stone, you should still owe me ten ordinary Spirit Stones. How did you calculate these ten High-grade Spirit Stones?" Qin He slowly set down his wine cup.
"One cup of wine costs three Spirit Stones. The second costs six, the third costs twelve..." A crafty look appeared on the leader's face.
"Six for the second cup?"
"That's right."
"Why didn't you say so just now?"
"You didn't ask."
"So that's how it is." Qin He