"Boss, boss!"
"This is the ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass soul beast we worked so hard to capture! Don't let his miserable appearance fool you—his quality is absolutely top-notch!"
The chubby little boy, accompanied by an elderly butler, looked at the dying Blue Silver Grass on the ground with utter disdain.
He even gave it a kick.
"Butler, why does this Blue Silver Grass look so sickly? Will this Soul Ring even work?"
"Isn't it less than a thousand years old?"
Hearing the noble youth's brainless remarks, the battle-hardened burly man beside him immediately got a face full of black lines.
Stupid-ass noble!
All he does is stay cooped up in his mansion, drowning himself in luxury, and he can't even recognize this much common sense. If your family weren't rich, I'd fucking...
Though that was what he thought.
For the sake of his Gold Soul Coins, he still forced a flattering smile onto his face and hurriedly explained before the butler could speak.
"Young master, rest assured, this soul beast is guaranteed to be at least twenty thousand years old! And just look at these Blue Silver leaves..."
He snapped off a Blue Silver leaf.
Then held it out before the chubby boy.
"See? We were very careful with our force! It's still this fresh—just give it a light cut, and its roots will croak on the spot!"
"Then you can absorb your fifth Soul Ring!"
The utterly clueless chubby boy could not be bothered to listen to all that nonsense. He dug at his ear, then turned to glance at the butler beside him.
The butler nodded.
"That is indeed the case, Young Master."
"This is truly a twenty-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass soul beast. Even in a region rich in Blue Silver Grass soul beasts like this one, it