Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
"My friend, don't be rash. Let's talk things out."
"Yes, yes, let's talk things out. We have no ill intentions."
"Haha, my friend, we were just joking. Don't mind it."
The originally ferocious and ferocious Treants suddenly became obedient babies. All of their nerves tensed up and their expressions changed. It could be said that they were traveling at the speed of light.
"However, I was already frightened." Klein brandished the flame attached to the Firestorm Saber in his hand and waved it in front of the Treants.
"Unless I have mental compensation, my young soul can not be appeased."
The Treant patriarch stared at Klein for a moment and asked, "Friend, what do you want?"
They should be honest and not move, but they were being blackmailed by others.
"I want the Radiant Fruit."
Klein's sharp gaze swept over and warned some of the eager Treants.