Elena froze, staring at Lin Mo as if she had misheard him.
The twenty brand-new mega-yachts rested proudly in the deep center of Port Hercule. Their hulls stretched one hundred and eighty meters from bow to stern. Polished pearl-white composite alloy gleamed beneath the Mediterranean sun. Twin spirit-reactor turbines hummed quietly beneath their aft decks, emitting faint ripples of azure light.
“For sale?” Elena echoed, her breath hitching in her throat. “Sir, those twenty vessels are our shipyard’s crowning achievement. My father poured twenty years of naval engineering into their blueprints.”
Stavros burst into a loud, mocking bray from behind the velvet rope.
“For sale to you?” Stavros laughed, slapping his knee in raw amusement. “Kid, do you even know what you are looking at? Those are Sovereign-Class Spirit-Reactor Superyachts! Each one has nine guest suites, two helipads, a heated infinity pool, and an automated Rank-Five defensive spirit-shield!”
Prince Al-arik puffed on his gold-banded cigar and chuckled in agreement.
“They cost fifteen million High-Grade Spirit Stones each,” Prince Al-arik sneered. “That is one and a half billion mortal dollars per hull! All twenty together cost three hundred million spirit stones!”
Stavros took a long drag from his cigar and pointed a smug finger at the harbor clock tower.
