This Girl Should Have Been Dead Long Ago

Li Ziran's voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable force. Although the other side was far stronger than him, there was truly no need to be afraid right now.

This was Blackwind Pass, not the Grasslands where Rhine Lions ran rampant.

"You!" The Rhine Lion greatly resented Li Ziran's indifferent attitude, but seeing the Butterfly Girl coughing repeatedly by the door, he forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart and shot Li Ziran a fierce glare. "If you fail to treat her properly, hmph!"

Li Ziran chuckled. He had met plenty of people, but never someone so utterly unreasonable. If not for Sandrew, he truly would not have given him the time of day.

That was also why he disliked Orcs, especially the royalty among them. It was not prejudice; it was simply that many Orcs in this race were clearly nothing special, yet acted as if they were incredibly formidable.

The Butterfly Girl, on the other hand, was very quiet. Her body was simply too frail, as though a gust of wind could blow her over. Even after getting down from the flower palanquin, she kept coughing and could only be supported by two Grassland Elves.

Li Ziran could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with her throat. It was definitely not as simple as a stomachache.

This was troublesome work. Judging by the Orcs' attitude, it would probably be a thankless task. These people clearly did not know his rules: anyone who came to him for help had to proactively bring a Frog to his door. If the treatment succeeded, they would additionally send one hundred and twenty-six Frogs.

These Orcs must have heard of his reputation, or perhaps heard passing merchant caravans mention him. Given their status, they should not have lacked