"We have run out of crystals. The renegade magicians have a few but those are theirs and they are using them to try to take over the country." King Genghis said, preoccupied. "I will pay a considerable amount of gold to any of you who could sell me a major crystal."
"A major crystal?! Nowadays no one would sell a major crystal, Genghis king, not even for all the gold in the world," a bitter voice said, It was an old man and his face was tattooed with words.
"Not even a regular one?" Genghis insisted.
"How much do you offer?" Asked another man.
"Gentlemen, we are not here to discuss those business but to plan-"
"Let them remind us of the situation, let them remind us that our own people want our heads, those bastards…" Absalom said. "The only reason why we are still kings is Silver Lio
