#50. A Vessel for the Heart

#50. A Vessel for the Heart

As I'd monopolized every resource on every floor I'd passed so far, I had more gold than I knew what to do with.

No matter how much I poured into item enhancement, or how many potions and White Rolls I bought, it was money that would never run dry.

Dark Elf gear was fairly high-end even as shop-bought goods, so the prices were steep, but in the end it was still just 7th-floor equipment.

With the gold I'd saved up, I could buy hundreds of items like this.

“What’s this, what’s this? A human joke? You’re saying you want to buy every weapon in my shop?”

The Dark Elf blacksmith didn't take my words at face value and treated them like some kind of metaphor or joke.

I hadn't expected anyone to take it seriously either. I just said it because it was something I'd wanted to try saying at least once.

But that didn't mean it was a joke. I opened my inventory and pressed the gold drop button.

-Jingle-jingle-jingle...