Hearing Shanala's suggestion, Wu Heng raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't expected her to come up with such a compromise. The Wood Elves wanted heroes, and Treasure Island needed heroes as well.
What made Treasure Island special was that it had no fixed nation or race.
It was an exceptionally inclusive organization.
Important positions in functional departments on the island, such as the Town Hall and Design Institute, were held by orcs, gnomes, elves, and Wood Elves.
Everything depended on ability, not race.
Likewise, Shanala understood Treasure Island's predicament. Although it had a way to raise fame, it lacked trustworthy high-level professionals.
The last time they invited the level 19 Puppet Master from headquarters, he had politely declined.
They were desperately short on people right now.
And as for the other maids at home, it would take at least several years for them to become heroes.
Therefore, this proposal could perfectly match the Wood Elves' needs with Treasure Island's shortcomings.
Wu Heng considered it and found nothing wrong with the proposal. "Will the Council of Elders agree? Getting high-level professionals to sign Slave Contracts isn't a simple matter."
A Slave Contract was a means of forcibly restricting someone.
It was like a deed of sale. Once signed, it would bind a person for life.
Let alone high-level professionals—even ordinary professionals who understood this kind of contract would refuse to sign it.
Shanala said, "If you agree, I'll negotiate with the Council of Elders. This is also the only way the two sides can cooperate."
That was true. The proposal was at least worth Wu Heng's consideration.
Otherwise, he would never cultivate heroes for the Wood Elves, unless Shanala raised her level and he supported her into becoming a hero.
"I have no objection. It just depends on whether the Council of