Chapitre 343: "Do you think you're strong? No, you're not strong enough, hehe..."

Ming stared at Kyomoto Jiro, finding that there was no noticeable change. When Dr. Cardel injected himself, the mutation seemed to take a very short time.

He understood. The effect had been weakened. It seemed that he needed to wait a little longer. He hoped that the two injections worth 200,000 gold coins would not be wasted. If that were the case, his heart would bleed.

At night, when the mine was closed and Clos had finished counting, the task of paying salaries was temporarily handed over to her. This was compensation for her pretended work injury. Although she couldn't earn more money, handling such a large amount was quite satisfying for her vanity.

It was proven that Clos enjoyed the process of distributing 'money'.

"Isn't this stone a bit small?"

Sam pinched a piece of elemental stone from his salary bag and asked the expressionless woman who was like a miser.

"I weighed it with a scale, are you doubting my mathematical skills?"