Thinking of this, Fang Zhou sighed: "Coin minting might be somewhat difficult, I don't have any Spirit Juice Crystal Candle, nor equipment..."
However, at this moment, Draven bowed his body and said: "My lord, I must confess to you, I previously hid something from you."
Fang Zhou shifted his gaze to Draven, watching him, seeing what he was about to say.
Draven wore a fawning smile and said: "My lord, the Spirit Juice Crystal Candle and equipment in the Coinage Workshop, I had already stored them away before the war started.
I'm now willing to offer them to you!!"
Fang Zhou stared at Draven for a while, until cold sweat trickled down Draven's face, then he shifted his gaze.
He said: "Draven, I'm glad you are willing to offer these things, but I am quite dissatisfied with your previous concealment.
If it happens again, prepare to have your soul extracted and tortured for a hundred years!"
Cold sweat dripped from Draven's face.
Fang Zhou's words were not empty threats.
