An invincible journey starting from a different race

After all, Aesop's previous actions really made her feel a little scared.

"My mentor once told me never to do anything without compensation," Aesop said. "You want me to help you, so what are you prepared to pay?"

Nana asked timidly, "What do you want?"

"You should know what I want."

Do you know what Aesop wants?

Nana's pupils narrowed slightly.

Could it be...

Nana subconsciously looked at her feet. Her feet were very beautiful, with crystal clear toes. This was also the reason why the dwarf boss had come to her in the first place, saying that if it were her, she could definitely drive all the men in Dream Town crazy with just a pair of legs.

So, you still like my feet?

Nana couldn't help feeling scared when she thought about what Aesop had just done to her.

But there is no other way. In order to survive and not return to my hometown, I have to make some sacrifices.

Nana gently closed her eyes and prepared to take off the upper half of the white socks on her other foot.

But what she didn't expect was that Aesop took off his clothes faster than her.

With a "pop", Aesop quickly put his legs on the table, and then spoke seriously to Nana, who was confused.

"I just tasted your feet."

"Now, it's your turn to taste mine."

"That's fair."

31 Sour, sweet and a little salty

The atmosphere in the food and wine pavilion suddenly became weird again, and everyone's expression was different.

Stank and Jer were already somewhat numb. They had originally thought they had a good understanding of Aesop, but when Aesop put his feet on the table and said to the flower demon Nana, "This is fair," they realized that they were still too young. Jer, in particular, had lived for hundreds of years and never thought there was anything in the world he hadn't seen. But every time Aesop did something unconventional, he always felt that "I have never seen this before."

As for Klim and Medori, who didn't know Aesop that well, they were still dumbfounded, thinking they had misheard.

Zita couldn't help but hold his forehead, while the flower demon Nana... was dumbfounded.

"What did you say?" Nana was a little incoherent. "You, you, you, let me..."

"Try mine." Aesop pointed to his feet on the table and repeated it to Nana, emphasizing, "That's fair."

How is this fair?!

Nana was about to cry: "But, but, but I am different from you!"

"What's different?"

"I, I, I...I'm a girl!"

"What's wrong with that?" Aesop was puzzled. "Aren't men and women equal?"

Damn, that was so correct that Nana didn’t know how to refute it for a moment.

"Then, then, our body shapes are different!" Nana continued, "So the requirements should be different too, right?"

Aesop thought about it carefully and found that it was true, so he nodded: "You are right."

Before Nana could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Aesop speak again.

"Then you can just try one," Aesop said. "I've tasted two of yours, so you can just try one of mine. Isn't that fair?"

How is this fair?!

Nana was on the verge of tears. She looked around, trying to find someone who could speak up for her, but unfortunately, there was no one. Stank and Jer owed Aesop a favor, otherwise they wouldn't have known the wine they drank contained dwarf foot skin... Ugh, don't think about it anymore, I'm already nauseous.

But Lim and Medori were not the ones in charge, so it was difficult for them to say much.

The only person in charge, the store manager Zita, just held his forehead and sighed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Is there no other way?

Nana thought about it and felt that she couldn't bear such a great injustice, so it would be better to leave.

But at this moment, the conversation of those old perverts came from outside the tavern.

"That's enough to beat the dwarf. But what about the flower demon?"

"After deceiving us like this, you're just going to let her get away? That won't do."

Nana's face turned pale instantly. She wanted to leave but she was so scared that she couldn't move her legs.

How to do how to do?

Outside was a bottomless abyss. She didn't even dare to think about what would happen to her, a powerless flower demon, if she fell into the hands of those resentful wilderness prostitutes.

In comparison, there is just a leg inside.

She still knows what is important and what is not.

Looking at Aesop's feet, Nana tried her best to convince herself that there was nothing to be afraid of.

So, before anyone could react, she suddenly rushed forward, stuck out her little pink tongue and started slurping.

But just as he touched it, Aesop withdrew his foot: "Wait a minute."

Nana was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"I suddenly figured out a problem." Aesop said, "I tasted your feet before because I wanted to see if they tasted right, but why did I let you taste my feet? This is of no benefit to me at all, and I don't want to know what my feet taste like."

Nana stared at Aesop blankly: "So?"

"So let's change the terms."

Nana opened her mouth slightly, feeling unwell. "Then why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Aesop said confidently, "Because I just figured it out."

Nana felt dizzy, as if she was going to collapse in the next second. She tried to stand up straight, and then said through gritted teeth: "But I already, already, already touched it!"

"Really?" Aesop was a little surprised, "But I didn't feel it."

"We've already touched it!" Nana felt that her tongue was no longer clean, so she absolutely refused to let Aesop regret it. "You can't deny it! We've already touched it, and it's unfair to me if you don't admit it!"

Coming, coming, coming!

Seeing this scene, Stank felt that he finally had a chance to guess what Aesop would say next.

They must be using words like "the strong should humiliate the weak" and "you are so weak, how can I talk to you about fairness" to force Nana to submit!

Haha, little Aesop is just like that. I can already figure out his train of thought!

The corners of Stank's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a confident smile. He even wanted to make a bet with Jer beside him. If Aesop didn't say this next, he would go back to drink the dwarf wine!

"You have a point. This is indeed unfair to you." After a brief thought, Aesop put his feet on the table again. "Then continue. You haven't finished tasting yet."

Stank: "..."

Nana: "..."

This person, what on earth is going on with this person?!

It's okay, calm down, calm down.

At least this person keeps his word. As long as I fulfill his request, everything will be fine.

Nana encouraged herself in her heart again. She closed her eyes and kept breathing in and out, inhaling and exhaling, just to make herself cross the final hurdle.

She was able to pounce on him just now out of fear, but now she is not so scared anymore. It is really hard for Nana to convince herself to do it again, and this time she wants to taste more.

But it doesn’t matter. Since it was successful just now, it will be fine this time.

And I didn’t taste anything special just now. Although it might be because the time was too short, it at least proves that it is not as terrible as I imagined!

Isn't it just licking feet? Just grit your teeth and close your eyes...

Just as Nana closed her eyes and was doing the final public relations for herself, she heard Stank's surprised voice again.

"Aesop, are you writing a review?"

"Yes." Aesop responded, "This is the first time I went to a dream shop. Although you said it is not a dream shop, I think it is very interesting and should be recorded."

"...Don't record this kind of experience anymore, and don't even write a review about it." Stank's face was not happy. "Do you even want to record the taste of the wine?"

Aesop shook his head: "There's nothing memorable about the taste of the wine, it's mainly the feet."

"…what do feet smell like."

Aesop replied, "Sour, sweet, and a little salty."

Sour, sweet and a little salty...

Sour and sweet...

A bit salty...

"Plop" sound.

Nana suddenly knelt down, her psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please let me do anything! Don't make me taste you anymore, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Thirty-two, spent.

"Be your...servant?"

"Yes." Aesop nodded.

Aesop had read in his books that magicians, regardless of race, all enjoyed keeping servants. This was because magicians were noble, or at least they considered themselves noble, and they had to use their limited experience to build their infinite magical powers, which meant they couldn't do many trivial tasks themselves. Therefore, magicians loved keeping servants, leaving most of the trivial matters in their lives to their servants.

The magician will provide the servants with money, or other material rewards, as well as security guarantees.

A powerful magician will have at least three or five servants around him to handle various matters so that they can study magic with peace of mind.

As the biological son of Deya Magic Academy, Aesop naturally never had to worry about other things. In the past twenty years, he only needed to study, and the various instructors would help him with other things.

But now that he had left the academy, Aesop felt that he also needed a servant.

"Well..."

Nana was a little hesitant. She left her hometown to make money, not to be a servant. Although she didn't quite know what a servant was, it didn't feel good to her, especially to be a servant of Aesop. Aesop's previous actions made Nana want to stay away from him.

Seeing this scene, Zita on the side sighed softly in his heart, thinking that this little flower demon was really ignorant.

A magician's servants are different from ordinary servants, such as those who work for nobles.

Most of the magician's servants are also races that are proficient in magic. They work for the magician not only for monetary rewards, but more for... knowledge.

For a magician, the most precious possession is naturally the inheritance of knowledge and magical power. Since most magicians have no offspring, upon their death, their most precious knowledge and magical power are likely to be passed directly to their servants. Therefore, becoming a servant of a powerful magician is the dream of many magical creatures.

Moreover, he is a powerful magician like Aesop. Although he is young, he has strength that even Jer cannot see through.

Zita dared to assert that as long as Aesop was willing, the kings of the major human kingdoms would not hesitate to send their daughters to him as his servants.

And this little flower demon is obviously too ungrateful.

Just as Zita was hesitating whether to give this distant relative (the tree demon and the flower demon) a little warning, Aesop spoke again: "It's okay if you don't want to be my servant..."

Nana was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Aesop take out a collar from somewhere.

"Then be my slave."

Nana's face turned pale instantly, and then she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, no, just a servant, just a servant!"

Seeing this scene, Zita's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought that he didn't need to worry about Aesop doing something he couldn't do.

"Don't worry." Aesop said, "I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for me. I don't need you to be my lifelong servant. Just... well, about half a year will be enough."

Hearing Aesop say this, Nana's expression looked a little better.

"Then, what do you need me to do?" Even so, Nana asked cautiously, "There are some things I really can't do, like... that just now."

Aesop said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, you are my servant, not my slave. I won't force you to do anything. It must be something you are good at."

"Then..."

"For example, help me wash my socks." Aesop pointed to his shoes and socks, "and help me brush my shoes."