Immediately, a giant camo truck appeared in front of Rael. It was parked on the side of the street where no people stood, but the expressions of everyone present were a bit mixed.
Some were excited. The others were confused.
But not the dwarves, who ran up to the truck and touched the camo exterior.
Gurlash was especially excited as his cheeks turned red.
He pulled out a pickaxe from his inventory and raised it in the air.
Yet as he was about to slam it straight into the truck, Rael appeared behind him and snatched the pickaxe out of his hands.
"Don't do that," Rael said with a sigh. "This was very expensive. If you damage it, the cost is coming straight out of your final pay."
Gurlash gulped. "Understood. I will... I will hold back my desires if it means I can embrace this magic carriage later... please?"
"100 million Trell," Rael announced, causing Gurlash's brows to furrow.
