"This... This is really much!"
Even Sherman, who was sophisticated and knowledgeable, was surprised to see the ring's stuff. He began to calculate the value of the stuff immediately.
What was given was the market price. Sherman wouldn't cheat his friend.
"There are middle-grade magic crystals?"
Sherman took one out and played with it.
Even he rarely touched the middle-grade magic crystal. There were actually more than thirty-seven pieces in this ring. Whose treasure house did the old man rob?
"Is it strange?"
The black figure appeared in front of Sherman again, and there was a hint of disgust in his tone.
He looked down the magic crystals.
Sherman took back the magic crystal to the storage ring in silence and asked, "Do you know that these magic crystals are enough for you to exchange for a few pieces of molten metal?"
"I really don't know."
He thought for a while and added, "After all, all I used were perfect magic crystals."
Sherman was speechless at once.