Undercover meeting.
Shami noticed the purple-haired girl's face was even dimmer than before, her once shiny purple hair now messy, with four or five strands sticking out awkwardly.
"Elze, you look even more haggard now."
The purple-haired girl bit her teeth, clutching Shami's collar with both hands.
"Stop saying such nonsense, hurry up and bring me back! I can't stand another day in the Minotaur Tribe!"
Shami let the purple-haired girl shake his collar.
"If it's a matter of treatment, Elze, I could double your salary when you return, and even give you a room in the Demon King Castle."
"It's not about the treatment anymore!"
"What exactly is the problem then?"
"It's a matter of values! Values! Not a single one of those cows is normal! Have you ever seen a married cow actively approaching a stranger like me, trying to develop an illicit relationship?"
"Isn't that great? Elze, you're quite lucky in love."
