"Hmph, how much could a Ginseng Baby possibly be worth? Something like that wouldn't even make it onto an auction."
French Plane Tree said.
"Then can you buy something at an auction that can help you share the burden of nature's power? Even if you can, before you get to the auction, those black-armored people will have already chopped you into firewood."
Liu Zheng retorted.
"They're just a few black-armored people. As long as I'm awake, I have nothing to fear."
French Plane Tree said confidently.
"You really shouldn't underestimate them. There's a god behind them."
"There's a god behind us too."
Nile Doctor cut in.
"Doctor, don't talk."
"Mummy, shut up."
The man and the tree spoke at the same time.
"Tch, so you're tossing the donkey aside after it's done grinding the mill? You'd better not get sick, or you'll regret it."
Nile Doctor gave them an obscene gesture.
Priests did not necessarily mean nobility, scholars did not necessarily mean elegance, and doctors certainly did not necessarily mean kindness.
For someone like Nile Doctor, who was simultaneously a priest, scholar, and doctor, arguing and trading insults were everyday occurrences. He had merely refrained from showing it before out of regard for his status.
Now that they were so familiar with each other, he naturally had no such reservations.
"Damn stupid human, tell me. What do you want to take from me this time?"
Liu Zheng and French Plane Tree remained locked in a standoff for a while. In the end, French Plane Tree gave in and spoke sullenly.
"Calling it taking is too harsh. At most, it's an exchange of gifts."
He put it in a high-EQ way.
"What exchange of gifts? You're robbing me, robbing me! You robber human!"
French Plane Tree cried out.
"Wait, do all