Chapter 39: Miserable

In the City Lord's Mansion, Arnold was talking to a graceful woman with white hair.

Her skin was fair and supple, without the slightest roughness like that of ordinary people eroded by years of living in the wind and frost.

"Casey, I didn't expect you to bring me so many goods this time. I'm so happy." Arnold smiled.

"Fortunately, our adventure group happened to encounter a small tribe of Frost Giants."

Casey's face was frosty as if talking to the person in front of her would defile her.

Arnold smiled and didn't agree with her, he didn't believe her nonsense.

As one of the overlords of the Northern Ice Field, the Frost Giant has a huge body, and ordinary black iron and bronze fighters may not be able to defeat one easily.

Even if their adventure group were all gold-level members, the Frost Giant Tribe can fight even hundreds of people, let alone catch them.

As for the Legendary Realm powerhouses, they basically disdain to do such things.

Arnold had vaguely guessed Casey's identity in his heart, but he didn't care.

Because he needs more Frost Giants, so as to maintain the production of potions and continue to make money.

Killing the goose to get the egg is not the way for a smart person to do it.

"No matter how many Frost Giants there are, our loss is also huge. How are you going to set a price this time?"

When it comes to money, Casey's cold face became a little more human.

"Casey, we have cooperated so many times, and I also hope that our cooperation can continue, so I will give you a five percent increase on the previous asking price."

Arnold thought about it and decided to give them a sweet taste first.

"If you can guarantee such a quantity of goods next time, I can raise the price by another five percent."

"Deal," Casey said coldly.

The deal was concluded, and both of them stood up.

Arnold took out a ring containing gold coins and gently put it on Casey's hand.

"Don't rush to leave every time, life can still be a little more interesting." Arnold joked.

Casey is indeed a rare beauty in a place like the Northern Ice Field.

"If you give me another five percent of the price, maybe I can consider staying tonight."

Casey caressed Arnold's large chest with her hands, and her cold face became a little bit more charming.

Dragons are inherently obscene, especially the worst White Dragons.

"Haha, it's better to leave."

Arnold sent off the guest with a smile.

Casey gave this miser a blank look. He is really not a man. He is more greedy than a dragon, and he is a coward when it comes to money.

Afterward, she left the City Lord's Mansion with a dozen young people and bumped into Ansair who was escorted by the order team on the way.

Ansair looked at the dozen or so people with different temperaments and already knew in his heart that they were the White Dragons in the Frost Lair.

Now that they have just completed the deal and left, Ansair knows that it is not too late.

Casey glanced at Ansair who was sitting in the carriage and didn't respond. She just wanted to return to the Dragon'sLair safely.

The two teams passed each other, and Ansair entered the City Lord's Mansion.

Arnold is immersed in joy after completing a large order.

With hundreds of Frost Giants, how many potions can be made, and how many gold coins can be sold?

"My lord, a very powerful priest came to the city today, who can use Holy Light. I brought him back, do you want to meet him now?"

The captain of the order team reported to him.

"Priest?"

Arnold came back to his senses: "You did a good job, take him to the hall, and I will see him in a while."

After the captain of the order team left happily after receiving the approval, Arnold showed a headache expression.

He is a member of an aristocratic family, and he also studied on the mainland in his early years, so he has naturally seen the ability of a priest.

With the powerful recovery effect of the Holy Light, although his potion can delay all injuries and pains, it is inevitable that the sales will be greatly reduced.

Arnold tidied up his appearance and walked towards the hall.

"My Lord Priest, I didn't expect you to come to our Winter City today, what an honor!"

Arnold walked towards Ansair who was sitting in the hall with a look of enthusiasm.

"Your Excellency, the City Lord, is polite."

As soon as Ansair stood up, Arnold pushed him down.

His strength was not small, and Ansair did not resist.

"Lord Priest has worked hard with the Holy Light today, please have a good rest, I will arrange for my people to cook some delicacies from Winter City to entertain you."

"Don't waste it, City Lord, I eat very simply."

Pretending to be a priest was a temporary idea. Ansair didn't even have a priest's robe, so now he could only pretend to be an ascetic practicing asceticism.

"It turns out that you are still an ascetic monk. I really neglected you."

Arnold said embarrassedly, and only then did he notice the thin clothes on Ansair's body.

After some courtesies, Arnold pretended to invite: "I don't know how many days Lord Priest is going to stay in Winter City. If you want to build a church in our Winter City, I will definitely support it with all my strength."

Ansair waved his hand and said, "I will leave after a few days of rest."

Arnold was overjoyed, as long as he didn't want to live in Winter City for a long time, he could let it go.

But he still pretended to be sorry and said: "That's really a pity."

"When I came to Winter City, I heard that the City Lord used Frost Giants to make a magical potion, which can delay the outbreak of any injuries. Can the City Lord show me a tour?"

Hearing that Ansair wanted to visit the place where the potion was made, Arnold hesitated and agreed.

The Holy Light is the identity of the priest, and it cannot be faked. He has nothing to lose by just touring him to watch potions being made without the real recipe.

Arnold led Ansair into the basement of the City Lord's Mansion, walked through a long and narrow passage, opened the magic barrier, and they entered a huge room.

Arnold lit the magic lamp, and Ansair felt a chill hit him.

In front of the room are several pharmacists at work and a lit potion stove, and behind it is a prison cell.

Ansair was a little curious. The Frost Giants are several meters high, and humans locked them there.

Now that he looked at the tragedy in front of him, he finally had an answer.

He saw that these Frost Giants had their limbs cut off, lying on the ground, like a big piece of meat frozen in the refrigerator.

Only then did Ansair understand why Kunel would say that they had a full meal on the Frost Giant before, but they were still able to sell it.

In order for them to survive and maintain the power of the medicine, the icy magic circle froze their bodies and let them hang their breath.

These Frost Giants looked at the humans with anger, pain, and despair.

Even Ansair was a little angry at the atrocities of the City Lord.

After all, his idea is to kill and not abuse.

He ignored Arnold's eloquent talk along the way.

Ansair pointed at these Frost Giants and said angrily, "You guys are going too far, they are also life, it's too cruel to do this."

Seeing that Ansair was angry, Arnold quickly said, "Lord Priest, they are just wild beasts, they are all dead anyway, so why not make a contribution to us."

There is no such thing as an unselfish species.

Ansair closed his eyes: "I'm tired, I want to go back and rest."