Chapter 123: Thomas's Alertness and the Forbidden Wedding

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Frode asked while walking in the cold in the streets of Jotunheim along with Erland.

"As if I even got the chance to." Erland replied as he spoke. The cold was still enough to make steam out of their mouth as they speak. He was wearing a hood at the time, barely showing his eyes.

"Oh..." Frode put his hands on his pocket. "What are we buying."

"We shouldn't spend too much sigils and spend deben instead. We have a bunch of them." 

"How much do you have?" Frode turned his head towards Erland and asked.

"Last time I checked I had two hundred thousand."

Frode's jaw fell out of shock as he backed away. His lips were sealed once again, keeping his words in his own mouth. "(Rich motherfucker...)"

Erland blinked in confusion as he furrowed his eyebrows. "What is it?"

"Nothing...Let's go." Frode walked forward.