Kael's head buzzed.
He remembered his own earlier order, a mere ninety thousand gold coins.
It did not even amount to a fraction of theirs!
A sense of grievance and bewilderment welled up in him.
But he quickly regained his composure and even gave a faint sneer.
"Oh? Then congratulations are certainly in order, Elder Thorin."
Kael leisurely wiped his hands with a napkin.
"I'm just curious, though. How do you plan to transport all that equipment from the Expeditionary Force's camp back to the underground Dwarf Mountain City?"
"I hope you manage to fight your way out from underground and bring all those treasures back."
Thorin: "!!!"
The smile on Thorin's face froze instantly.
Right... how would they get it back?
The Dwarf Mountain City lay deep underground, with Demon Clan scouts outside as thick as a spiderweb.
That was also why the Dwarf King had told him to come straight from the Holy Human Race to negotiate with Great Xia, rather than send a new delegation from the Dwarf Mountain City.
When the time came, a deployment on that scale, along with the supplies on the return trip, would inevitably draw the Demon Clan's armies to encircle and annihilate them if discovered.
They did have a few Spatial Rings, but faced with mountains of weapons and equipment, that little storage space was a drop in the bucket!
He genuinely had not considered that problem!
Thorin's face instantly turned livid, as though he had swallowed a damned mosquito.
Seeing that a single remark had evened the score, Kael felt considerably better. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he gave a cold snort.
Watching from the side, Lin Mo thought, This is bad.
They can turn even this into a competition?
He was just about to smooth things