She’s the rchant who kidnapped them!
And in the eyes of the Paladin, there’s no room for a slave rchant—it’s such an obvious truth, no one would be surprised by it.
Miser wasn’t surprised by Herbert’s attitude, she shook her head slightly and explained:
"Sir, you’re mistaken, although I did bring a batch of slaves, I’m actually not a slave rchant."
"In fact, those slaves and the escort team were just picked up along the way, they attacked first, and then I planted spores to control them."
"Bringing them only serves as a disguise. I haven’t personally killed or sold any slaves, allowing them to act as they normally would."
According to Miser’s account, she encountered a brutal battle outside and planned to return to the main body to replenish energy, so she had to act discreetly, hence the disguise as a slave rchant.
"Besides, in the most dangerous ti before, I even actively protected them."
Although her intention was to prevent new undead creatures from being born, in the end, she did save a batch of slaves.
"I also saved that lady who cast a weakness curse on herself, otherwise she wouldn’t have lasted until... soone ca to save her."
Miser paused when ntioning Teresa, skipping over her na without probing Herbert’s reaction.
Herbert’s expression was calm, without confusion, nor the slightest bit of regret—what’s there to react to? She’s living well now! It’s really hard to feel sad.
But Miser didn’t know the inside story, only sensing that Herbert’s heart was as cold and hard as the sword in his hand.
Her attitude towards Herbert grew more respectful, she pondered for a mont and said probing: "I think... you must be aware of this, hence why you didn’t imdiately take action against , right?"
Click.
Herbert pushed the sword that was half out of its sheath back into place, his expression no longer cold, he chuckled and nodded: "Indeed, you are very smart."
This is a smart person.
Miser keenly noticed that Herbert’s attitude wasn’t as cold and hard as it appeared, and after testing while disguised as a shrewd rchant, she confird it thoroughly.
Smart people are good.
Herbert enjoyed communicating with smart people, they can handle things without wasting too many words.
But smart people also have their downsides.
They always have too many thoughts and need careful guarding.
Seeing Herbert smile, Miser breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting her mind at ease, she lifted control over the mushroom colossus—she had been prepared to fight desperately in secret just now.
Being able to reach the present situation was already a pleasant surprise for her.
"Paladin, whatever you need, just say the word."
"The specialty products of the Shadow Mushroom Trade Association are materials with Dark Territory characteristics and alchemy potions made from them."
She didn’t hide anything and demonstrated her sincerity.
If possible, she’s willing to offer at least six Legendary Level alchemy potions.
This is a gesture of gratitude, and also an attempt to form a positive relationship with Herbert.
She’s a neutral faction rchant, capable of opportunities for cooperation with the Paladins.
Miser was still worried Herbert wouldn’t be interested, so she prepared to proactively explain the effects of the six potions.
But unexpectedly, just as she was about to speak, the previously calm Paladin suddenly asked with a peculiar tone: "Alchemy potions? Are they trustworthy?"
Concerned about problems?
Miser felt delighted inwardly, she’s not worried Herbert would suspect, but rather that he might be uninterested.
"Sir, please rest assured! These were personally crafted by , with absolute quality assurance! If there’s any problem, I’m willing to offer tenfold compensation!"
Herbert raised an eyebrow, curious: "You’re that confident?"
"Of course!"
The petite mushroom rchant puffed up her chest, confidently promising: "Sir, please don’t doubt my confidence as a Legendary Alchemist!"
Herbert’s expression beca more playful, as he touched his chin and murmured softly: "An Alchemist, and a Legendary Alchemist at that... "
At that mont, Miser suddenly sensed sothing was amiss, she asked nervously: "Um, is there a problem with that?"
Did I say sothing wrong?
"Problem? No, there’s none, that’s great, absolutely great." Herbert paused for a mont, then denied outright.
Herbert nodded in agreent, looking at Miser with increasingly heated eyes.
The heated gaze sharply contrasted with his previous attitude, making Miser, in her Spore Puppet Avatar form, feel a chill down her spine.
What’s going on?
What on earth is happening!!?
Where did sothing go wrong?
The mushroom rchant was bewildered, trying to find the problem, while Herbert was quite delighted.
He nodded forcefully at Miser, becoming more and more satisfied with her.
Who said mushroom people aren’t good?
This mushroom person is just too good!
Family, I’ve picked up an Alchemist in the Dark Territory.
She said she wants to co ho with !
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