One Magnet Stone after another went into the Snow Woman's pocket. As if she carried a spatial backpack, she packed away the entire enormous hill.
Li Ziran truly had nothing to say to these Gray-Iron Dwarves. This was the price of backwardness. If they had possessed even the slightest understanding of the Li Ziran Association or Li Ziran himself, such a blunder would never have happened.
Clearly, the Snow Woman had not chosen this tribe as her target without reason.
From beginning to end, Li Ziran had not uttered a single word. There was no need. After taking enough beatings, one would always improve. Every successful scam was the consequence of the victim's greed.
Three hundred thousand Magnet Stones had nearly emptied the mine, yet the Snow Woman showed no intention of stopping. She projected image after image, each one depicting the organ-transplant procedures currently popular across the Red Soil Continent. These memories were useless on their own, but she methodically wove the fragmented memories together, somehow forming a systematic recording that lasted half an hour.
As though she were showing them kindness, she told the Gray-Iron Dwarves that this was a benefit. Their chief had joined the Corrupted Church, which made them believers of the Corrupted Church. And every believer had to master surgical techniques.
But these techniques were not free. One Magnet Stone for one segment of footage. Everything was voluntary.
They had already thrown away hundreds of thousands of Magnet Stones; what was a little more? Some Gray-Iron Dwarves even borrowed from one another just to obtain a segment of footage.
The scene was boisterous and chaotic, but the Snow Woman quietly approached. She lightly tapped Li Ziran's back and said, "Stay right here. Do not move even half an inch. Do not react to anything unusual.