I Suggest You Buy a Derivative Space

The utterly ordinary question struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving the neatly suited Goblin somewhat unable to recover his senses.

His two tiny, red-bean-like eyes stared unblinkingly at the little Thumb Bottle. Only after a long while did he come back to himself, shifting his gaze to Li Ziran, who held the bottle, as if trying to see through the black cloth and pierce the body hidden beneath it.

By now, the trace of contempt in his eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by respect that came from the bottom of his heart.

At present, perhaps only the attendant still failed to understand what this tiny Thumb Bottle represented. He had been about to ask when the Goblin alchemist he respected most hurried down from the stairs, tightly clasped Li Ziran's hands, and said, "Of course, that is more than enough. Please!"

His eager manner made it seem as though he had met his own blood brother.

The attendant had never seen the Goblin who ruled this alchemy shop act like this.

He had caused trouble!

Years of struggling in Hippo Ancient City had taught him that he had offended a customer he could not afford to offend.

His initial judgment had been correct. Someone wrapped from head to toe like this was absolutely a major customer.

"Sir, may I join you upstairs for a chat?" A polite human interrupted the quiet atmosphere. Without waiting for the Goblin alchemist's agreement, he had already led Li Ziran toward the staircase.

As Li Ziran passed the attendant, he glanced at him and actually sensed him drawing in a cold breath. He smiled gently. "It's fine. Don't be nervous. This is business; your attitude just now was not wrong." With that, he went straight upstairs.

Watching that slender back, the