Help Me Secure the Derivative Space

The fragrance of sandalwood mingled with the distinctive scent of high-proof rum, spreading wantonly through the air. In the distance, hippos plucked harps and sang the most famous mage ballads, while exquisitely dressed ladies stretched their waists with abandon, vying for the guests' attention like flowers in spring.

This definitely counted as a top-class Mill. Unfortunately, the Corpse Witch had no sense of smell, and its icy body could not feel even a trace of beauty. Naturally, he would not pull two top-class ladies into his arms—especially when Anfuni was hidden inside this Corpse Witch body.

Li Ziran's question caught Liante off guard. Everything before him had been personally selected by him, yet Li Ziran was not enjoying any of it. More importantly, that rejecting attitude—rather than seeking his agreement, it was more like a refusal.

He had considered every detail of dealing with Li Ziran, and he had anticipated being rejected, but he had never expected the other party's attitude to be this cold.

To any merchant, a newly inducted member of the Dark Council was absolutely someone worth clinging to. What was more, this council member held a business that made others green with envy.

Soul Plasma.

This was no fledgling bird, but a bird of prey with fully grown wings.

"Of course!" Liante maintained the aristocratic manners unique to him as best he could. At the very least, Li Ziran had not driven him away, and had accepted his invitation.

"What shall we discuss? Elemental Embryos, or Soul Plasma?"

Such bluntness stunned Liante again. Right from the start, it was the matter he cared about most, with no transition whatsoever to let him adjust. This kind of opening straight to the point was hardly a normal negotiating style.

"Mm... well... of course, Li, I believe I can