Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed.
He turned to Kael beside him and asked in a low voice:
"Your Excellency, High Archbishop, how much does this Spatial Ring... cost?"
Kael had been absorbed in admiring the Dwarves' masterpiece. At the question, he explained:
"Holy Son, this isn't something money can measure."
"Spatial Rings have a price, but none are available to buy. Throughout history, the Dwarf Clan has released extremely few to outsiders."
He glanced at Elder Archmond nearby.
"They're scarce among both our Holy Human Race and the Elves."
"Especially now, during wartime, there's even less chance of any entering circulation."
Lin Mo sighed inwardly. It seemed buying one through trade wasn't an option.
Then Kael changed tack, looking at the brand-new weapons in the warehouse with a meaningful smile.
"However, Holy Son, Great Xia has so much interesting equipment. I think... those fellows in the Dwarf Clan who care about nothing but smithing and hard liquor would be very interested."
"Perhaps you could trade them for one."
Lin Mo froze for a moment, then was overjoyed.
"How much space is inside the ring?" Long Zhan couldn't help interjecting through the terminal.
"There's no fixed amount." Kael shook his head.
"The more complex the runes engraved on the ring and the more precious the materials consumed, the larger the Subspace inside. Naturally, their prices vary enormously as well."
"However, throughout the history of the Terra Continent, no Spatial Ring has ever been worth less than fifty million gold coins."
Fifty million gold coins!
Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan exchanged looks, each seeing the same thought in the others' reactions.
Fifty million gold coins meant over ten billion US dollars. That was more expensive than they had imagined.
But considering the spatial technology it contained and its practical value,