The Tree-Transformed Winged Woman

Bulei's hesitation seemed rather amusing in Beers's eyes.

A future alchemy master stood right beside her, yet she turned a blind eye and was still worrying over potion refinement. There was clearly something fishy here. Perhaps Angel and this Lady Xilai were not as friendly as he had assumed? Otherwise, why did she not even know Angel's identity?

Since that was the case, should he lend Angel a hand here and earn his goodwill?

Beers considered it for a moment, then decided not to reveal his stance just yet. After all, that was merely his speculation. Besides, excessive eagerness often earned not goodwill, but suspicion.

Since Bulei had decided to accept the materials, Angel did not waste any more words. He sorted everything piled in the room into categories and stored it all in his spatial bracelet.

After Angel finished packing, Beers glanced at the tightly shut stone door and lowered his voice. "That fellow outside—what does our guest intend to do with him? If he is a nuisance, our merchant caravan can deal with him for you."

Beers was referring to Shark Disciple, who was pretending to be a servant at the entrance.

Angel shook his head. "It is only a minor matter. There is no need to trouble Captain Beers."

Hearing that, Beers did not press the matter further.

Before long, they chatted as they walked out of the stone house.

Shark Disciple immediately tilted his head aside at the door, not daring to look directly at Angel. Only after they had moved some distance away did he trail after them step by step, continuing his acting career.

When they returned to the ruins, Beers pointed at the iron cages around them. "Our merchant caravan brought a batch of exceptional goods this time. If our guest is interested,