"Take this and keep it safe. When they inspect you, just say your talent is geared toward self-healing!"
"The selection process is strict, but those with strong vitality have an easier time getting in."
Ten minutes later, Scale Tooth hurried back from outside, pulled out a polished scale, and handed it to Lin An with great care.
Their way of handling things was somewhat different from that of humans.
After Lin An made his request, Scale Tooth did not waste any time or harbor any suspicions. He simply helped him obtain a forged talent certificate.
As Lin An took the scale, he immediately noticed that the string of crystal beads hanging from Scale Tooth's waist had disappeared.
Seeing the pain on Scale Tooth's face, he could more or less guess that, under his "urgent" request, Scale Tooth had no choice but to sell off some of his own belongings to get him this certificate.
Lin An offered a quiet word of thanks.
Even though he was wearing Red Fang's appearance, Lin An could still sense how much these Mutants—or rather, Scale Smoke and the others—valued their companions and families.
Perhaps the Mutants of this world had relatively short lifespans, but they generally acted with little hesitation. Even though Lin An had asked to participate in the selection immediately after entering the Fortress, Scale Tooth had not suspected him.
"It's fine. Who told me my little sister likes you?"
"I'll take you to the selection in a moment. Once you get there, be careful not to offend those big shots!"
"As for the few questions you asked, to be honest, I don't know either."
Scale Tooth looked at Lin An with a complicated expression, flicked out his forked tongue with a hiss, and helplessly spread his claws.
Lin An had asked