An Eye for a Gold Coin

The abrupt question caught the one-eyed Butterfly Girl off guard. She could not make heads or tails of what this guest in front of her was trying to do.

Was he nitpicking her flaws, or deliberately picking a fight?

After serving for so many years, she had seen all kinds of people, especially the latter sort. They always tried to find ways to squeeze some kickbacks out of them.

"Sir, are you dissatisfied with my service? If you need it, I can call another girl for you." The Butterfly Girl spoke gently.

Li Ziran shook his head and smiled. "Losing an arm and an eye must have affected you greatly, huh? I have to say, you have a very nice figure and delicate skin. Among the Butterfly Clan, you would count as top-grade goods. Ah, ending up in a Mill like this really is beneath you."

The Butterfly Girl's expression turned ugly. Even if she was a servant now, no one could stand having their scars torn open like that. Just as she was about to flare up, he suddenly spoke again. "I can fit you with an eye."

Those words were no different from a bolt from the blue. They sounded like nonsense from a dream.

"Sir, you must be joking."

Li Ziran touched the ring on his hand, and a gift box appeared in his palm. "Take a look. What is this?"

The Butterfly Girl opened the box dubiously. Inside was a piece of yellow cotton cloth, bulging as though something had been wrapped within it. She gently peeled back the cloth and saw a pearl-like object lying quietly in the center.

"This is..." She could not recognize it. It looked somewhat like an eyeball, but eyeballs were not that pale, and it was covered in blood vessels—ugly