As the money bag landed on the table, its mouth loosened, revealing the glittering Mora inside. Under the room's lamplight, they reflected a dazzling radiance.
Everyone's eyes immediately went wide.
The bag was filled to the brim with golden Mora, piled up like a small mountain, every single coin gleaming enticingly.
The sight was so shocking that everyone present felt as though they could barely breathe.
Was this person really that rich?
He casually put down twenty million Mora?
And that was when he "only had this much on hand"?
Behind them, Paimon No. 2 had already started counting on her fingers, muttering, "Twenty million Mora... three meals a day, five hundred Mora per meal... No, if it's one thousand Mora per meal... how... how many years could that last?" As she calculated, her eyes turned into the shape of Mora.
Nefer finally managed to pull her gaze away from the Mora on the table.
She took a deep breath, then another, trying hard to keep her expression calm. After coughing a few times, she spoke with a slightly weak voice, "Well, what I mean is, you could trade information for it... After all, I'm an information broker. What I value more is the worth of information..."
Mo Wang laughed again and leaned toward her.
The distance between them suddenly narrowed, so close that Nefer could clearly feel the warmth of his breath.
He looked down at her, amusement in his eyes. "Miss, do you know what you're saying? If you want to pry information out of me, a little trick like this won't be enough, will it?"
Faced with Mo Wang's suddenly approaching face, Nefer's momentum instantly weakened.
She instinctively leaned back, her heart inexplicably skipping a beat.
Still, she forced herself to speak, though her voice grew softer