Li Ziran instinctively looked at Rooney. Rather than using such a clumsy method as words, he would rather use technology to break through the other party's soul defenses.
That was the most direct and effective approach, but he knew very well that, given Rooney's character, he would never display his most precious possession before him.
That was his true **.
"Li, fame is a good thing. You should learn how to use it. Sometimes it can save you a great deal of effort," Ke'er said softly. "I've heard Anfuni mention you many times. You're very talented—no one can deny that—but you're too independent. You may be able to remain alone, but you'll lose out on many resources. You should understand better than I do that we are all social creatures."
Li Ziran quietly watched Ke'er. He had never realized that this elf possessed such a talent for persuasion. With just a few simple words, she had struck the nail on the head.
He had to admit the isolation in his nature. It was simply who he was; he did not want too many entanglements with the creatures of this continent.
In truth, he did not belong here in the first place, and it was difficult for him to blend in.
But he understood even more clearly that the simplest way for a creature to obtain more resources was to use leverage.
Though he did not wish to admit it, his journey from an unknown little Witch Doctor to his current fame had been built largely upon transactions.
Seeing Li Ziran hesitate, Ke'er continued, "Li, don't you want an outstanding Transformation Spell? Can you guarantee that obtaining Rooney's memories will definitely get you the Transformation Spell?"
Li Ziran shook his head. That was certain—he would not get it.
Rooney was merely