Looking at the handwriting on the parchment, Fangsheng felt a wave of helplessness. Solomonus had indeed spotted the weakness, but since everything came down to transactions with these merchants, did they have no other pursuits at all?
"Please consider this, Mr. Roland. Without my information, you have a certain probability of dying inside this workshop. Of course, you can also choose not to enter the workshop at all, though I assume you are well aware of the formidable power of a Magic Workshop?" The handwriting emerged once more. Fangsheng's mouth twitched—why did he feel like Solomonus was practically begging him to complete this transaction?
"Lewan, come here for a moment." Fangsheng called out softly, deciding to hear Lewan's opinion before considering whether to go through with this deal. Besides, there were still plenty of apocalyptic visions of the Outer Evil God left in his mind. He hadn't counted them all at the time, but as he gradually recalled them now, he felt he had enough for a dozen more trades. He wasn't flustered at all.
Chapter 221