"Will you agree or not!?"
Under normal circumstances, with Queen Medusa's pride, she would already have turned hostile.
But ever since Chu Zhou, this Otherworlder, had entered the Dou Qi Continent, he had demonstrated far too many widely known miracles.
In four months, he had gone from Three-Stage Dou Qi to Dou Wang, from knowing nothing about medicinal principles to becoming a Sixth-grade Alchemist.
That rate of growth had already exceeded ordinary comprehension.
Now that Chu Zhou had a way for her to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, it was hard not to be tempted.
Looking at it another way, Chu Zhou seemed to have no reason to deceive her with such a clumsy lie just to gain control over her.
Given the terrifying rate of growth this man had shown, his own strength might catch up to hers or even surpass it in another three or four months.
If he became a Seventh-Rank Alchemist, he would be fully capable of mobilizing enough power to deal with the Snake-People.
There was no need to take such a roundabout approach to trick her into accepting him as her master.
What would he gain by deceiving her?
The Snake-People Tribe's assets, most of which were already in his pocket?
Medusa herself, as a woman?
With Chu Zhou's current standing and potential, what kind of woman couldn't he have?
Then the most likely explanation for his seemingly absurd "Azure Flame Soul Pact" was exactly what he had said: it might create a mutually beneficial outcome.
At that thought, Queen Medusa's gaze gradually grew resolute.
The benefits were enormous, while the risk was minimal, perhaps even nonexistent.
The only thing she truly had to consider was her pride as a ruler.
But the potential Chu Zhou had shown, along with those benefits,