The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Aside from the sound of heavy breathing, there was absolute silence.
"A ten-day meal plan in exchange for one Green Crystal Stone."
Moye breathed a sigh of relief. So that was what this was about. "If you like her food, Young Master, you can continue the trade with the little female, Ophelia. Let her keep cooking for you."
Zerev looked up, his eyes holding a glimmer of anticipation mixed with a trace of hesitation. "But I made her angry. Will she still be willing?" Though Zerev was decisive and ruthless in major matters, when it came to matters of the heart, he was a complete blank slate.
"Ophelia likes Crystal Stones; she'll agree." Moye paused for a moment. "If that doesn't work, we can always up the ante and offer two Green Crystal Stones."
Everyone who had ever interacted with Ophelia knew about her love for Crystal Stones, and Moye was no exception.
