The Players Won't Stop Screwing Around
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"Want to learn? I'll teach you."
Upon hearing this, Roland smiled, nodded, and said, "Of course."
How much was a complete World Tree flower worth? Gold coins could act as a measure, but under normal circumstances, no one would sell it voluntarily.
"I invented the Great Wish, I know its weaknesses." Mordenkainen stood up and waved to his granddaughter. Lamia immediately stepped forward to support him. The old man smiled at Roland. "Let's talk as we walk."
The old man had been sitting for a long time. He just had to move, or else his qi and blood would easily be blocked.
The flower was on the table, and neither Mordenkainen nor Lamia looked at it again.
It was not that they didn't care, but no one could steal it out from this manor.
The three of them walked along the cobblestone pathway to the manor, where the grandfather and granddaughter duo were used to the scenery, but Roland still found it a bit strange.