Michael stared at the dragon's hoard of Sand Dollars in the chest.
All in all, there were a million of them in front of him!
He knew that he'd get a lot of Sand Dollars from selling the phone, but he didn't expect that he would get it from the Dwarves.
After all, he thought that they didn't even have Sand Dollars in the first place because they were so isolated from the world. He was fully prepared to give them a special price where they could purchase the phone using gold coins, but it seemed he didn't have to worry.
How do these guys have this much Sand Dollars?!
"Lord Michael, you said that this phone needs Mithril, correct? Trust that the entirety of the Dwarven Kingdom will help you produce as much as you need.
This phone… this beer delivery of yours is something that all Dwarves would need!"
The Dwarves became rabid as they tried to snatch the phones away from each other.
