It seemed that there was indeed a rather serious racial prejudice between fairies and trolls.
Tang Zheng thought to himself.
"Fairies are the race that values the spirit of contracts most."
A hint of danger shone in Fairy Mil's eyes as she stared at the figure opposite her. Her wings beat faster as she said, "Since we agreed on fifty portions of Purple Tree Leaf Juice beforehand, you must produce fifty portions. Otherwise, I'll sell you as a slave to the Earth Demons of this country."
"A Magic Caster from a rare race like humanity would definitely fetch a high price!"
"Of course, since you're willing to be friends with trolls, I can also sell you to the Troll Great Nation. I'm sure those filthy brutes would love a human slave like you."
Her voice, heavy with threat and edged with sharpness, echoed through the air. This was clearly no joke!
"I really don't have that much Purple Tree Leaf Juice on me right now."
"However, I believe we can cooperate."
"If you can introduce me to an elder or senior member of the Fairy Tribe and help negotiate a trade for Purple Tree Leaf Juice, I can give you twenty percent of the profits as compensation and an introduction fee. How about it?"
Tang Zheng spoke apologetically. "You should know that harvesting, pressing, and transporting it all consume a great deal of manpower and money."
With a flutter, Fairy Mil's wings beat even faster. A sly smile gradually appeared on her face as she repeated herself. "We fairies are the race that values the spirit of contracts most."
"But you were the one who broke the agreement first."
"Then now—Charm Species: Human!"
Fairy Mil suddenly began chanting, and a spiritual force brimming with charm descended upon Tang Zheng.
"Heh."