Bzzrt gasped slightly, his metaphorical eyebrows furrowing with surprise.
"A-a dozen!?" He said, "That is indeed a massive amount of Blood Essence. It would take us over three decades to produce such a large amount."
"Thirty years? Wow... a great amount of time." Midas said, raising his brows with perceived shock on his face. But then, his brows suddenly lowered again, "But is it worth permanent peace?" He said in a low tone.
Bzzrt looked to be taken aback by this.
"Well... no. Of course it's not worth permanent peace... since permanent peace is worth far more!" Bzzrt exclaimed.
Midas smirked, "Then what is stopping you from sacrificing that much?" Midas didn't let the king answer, "I need you to trust me here, King Bzzrt." He said.
Finally, Midas stopped talking. Silence fell over the room as the player gazed into Bzzrt's eyes and almost peered into his soul. His look was intense.
