Bab 318: The Empire Ore Planet

"All our money is gone. Could you tell us where the exchange hall is? We'd like to exchange some funds." Phelixes wore an anxious expression, as if genuinely troubled by their lack of money.

Wintour, understanding but resigned, shook his head. "This is just an uninhabitable ore planet. Even the government doesn't bother with this place. But Jerome, the mining overseer, is willing to accept all kinds of supplies."

Jerome? The name didn't ring a bell for Phelixes. It had been a long time since he was taken to the Alliance, so Jerome must not have been a notable figure back then.

"Got it," he replied with a nod.

After bidding Wintour farewell, Phelixes and Lyra headed to the exchange hall.

The hall was bustling with activity—beast hunters and plant gatherers haggled with the staff, carrying goods in locked safes or simple bags.

Lyra scanned the items being exchanged, quickly assessing their quality.

"Use the red ones," she said decisively.