The light on the contract had not yet fully faded when a new light screen was projected in midair. On the screen was a densely packed list of materials, measured in tons.
"This is the first batch of required supplies, to be used for constructing the frontline defense system," Allen's voice transmitted through Thanatos. "The total price of the list is equivalent to five hundred million Low-Level Magic Stones. Please deliver all supplies to the designated locations as soon as possible."
Five hundred million!
Even the four Witch Kings, who had lived for hundreds of years, found their breath catching in their throats when they saw this number. The Storm Witch King almost subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles letting out a sharp CRACK.
"Lord Wesren!" he couldn't help but growl. "Are you trying to drain our coffers completely?"
