"Because right now, you're the perfect target for someone who 'doesn't want to become an agent,' aren't you?" A faint, mocking curve tugged at Kal'tsit's lips.
Prescis froze completely.
This was bad!
Prescis understood what Kal'tsit was thinking.
If Prescis chose to become an agent now, she would have to endure the possibility of Kal'tsit assuming the posture of a superior and mocking her.
If Prescis refused to become an agent, it would mean showing everyone that her feelings for the Doctor were not as deep as they had imagined.
What had been a one-track path had become a dead end on both sides.
In the end, under the gaze of everyone in the room—especially the Doctor's expectant-eyed assault—Prescis, her face dark, gritted her teeth and reached out to take from the Doctor the jade token representing the status of a seventh-rank agent.
After all, according to Kal'tsit, even if Prescis stubbornly resisted to the bitter end and refused to become an agent, she could not fight back against Kal'tsit, who possessed the Boundary Stone. Since that was the case, why not accept it openly?
But at the very moment Prescis completed the binding and became a seventh-rank agent, Kal'tsit did not hesitate for even a second. She immediately spent all her contribution points and even took out a small loan, using her superior authority as a fifth-rank agent to completely seal all of Prescis's functions and privileges as an agent.
Prescis looked at the panel that had only just arrived in her hands, now grayed out and marked "Unavailable," her face so dark it seemed capable of dripping ink.
You gave me agent privileges, then immediately sealed my agent privileges?
Kal'tsit, are you sick?!
Kal'tsit not only ignored Prescis's murderous glare, but turned around and seized Chen Li's hand,