"Spending two billion Sharn to acquire the Red Obsidian Trading House is impressive. But don't you have anything to lose? After all, that trading house is now under the supervision of the Imperial Palace."
A curious voice sounded beside him. Nolan glanced over and saw Malverna, who had appeared out of nowhere, walking beside him.
Her expression was a mix of curiosity and confusion.
Nolan smiled faintly. Instead of answering, he asked, "Do you think two billion Sharn is a lot?"
Malverna nodded slowly. "Of course it is. With that much money, I could probably rebuild a quarter of the Demon race's strength."
In the past, she had taken wealth for granted. The Demon race had once been powerful and, naturally, incredibly wealthy.
She still remembered her imperial palace—magnificent, almost on par with the Great Velmora Empire—decorated with gold and diamonds.
But now, the Demon race had been destroyed, leaving only historical relics. Even those still alive were few in number.
