"This kid—no wonder he managed to win. That was fifty Mana Cannons! More importantly, where did he get so many Mana Crystals?"
"Even a smaller Goblin Tribe probably couldn't possess that many Mana Crystals, could it?"
After receiving confirmation once more, Duke Miller could not help but marvel.
Mana Cannons themselves were not particularly rare; many larger Goblin Clans possessed them.
But Mana Crystals sufficient to support the use of fifty Mana Cannons were not something every Goblin Clan could afford.
"Wait, when that kid was in the Ducal City in the Land of Death, he took out more than ten pieces of Earth Essence. Don't tell me those were merely what he had left over?"
All of a sudden, Duke Miller recalled the scene from their time in the Land of Death.
Nalant had taken out more than ten pieces of Earth Essence with an expression of agonizing reluctance.
At the time, everyone had assumed that was nearly all the Earth Essence Nalant possessed.
Even if he had acquired a few extra pieces, there should not have been many.
After all, there had been several cities along their route, and that was plain for all to see.
Even if Nalant had moved faster than them and wreaked havoc behind the Land of Death, the amount he obtained should not have been too great.
Yet judging from the current situation, Nalant had clearly obtained far more Earth Essence than they had imagined.
"That brat really put on a convincing act. Back then, he looked so pained, as if he would never have been willing to make such a sacrifice if it weren't for saving the Sacred Continent."
Duke Miller laughed and cursed, feeling that Nalant was truly far too cunning.
Still, that was for the best. Otherwise, this little rural