"Because you didn't kill me."
Truly survival of the fittest.
Is simply willing to communicate with words considered gentle? Wen and his companions didn't know what expression to make.
The slime appeared humble and cautious, with a bit of cleverness yet crushed under layers of oppression, considering being killed as a normal part of its life.
"Of course it is." Wen nodded, "But before that, you must explain what trouble you've encountered and what I can gain."
"It's not convenient to discuss things in detail here; you can follow me, and I'll set up a banquet for you."
"I'm eager to meet Jaw." Wen thought for a moment and said, "How much do you know about Jaw? If you can provide some crucial information, I don't mind helping you, but a banquet isn't necessary."
He didn't believe that a self-proclaimed carrion-eater slime could provide a feast, most likely some things waiting to be decomposed and digested, and certainly not anything that would refresh one's spirit.
