James did everything to be more in line with Wyot’s identity.
“How shameless.”
Yente felt disgusted.
With a smile, James said, “Don’t refuse just yet. Think it through. The Cloud Race used to be one of the Ten Great Races, but now, the Cloud Race is a lowly race. Even the Bug Race could abuse them.”
Teasingly, he continued, “You can take on the bet. If I do become champion, you will become my concubine. With my protection, it will be easy for the Cloud Race to be in the Ten Great Races again.”
Upon hearing that, Yente fell silent. The name of the Ten Great Race was too tempting. Countless races worked hard endlessly to become powerful races and obtain a place in the Greater Realms.
In the past, the Cloud Race had endless territories and resources. Now, even the weak races were above the Cloud Race. They could take the Cloud Race’s resources at will.
If the Cloud Race could gain the Doom Race’s protection, they would be considered lucky.
Nevertheless, she could not accept marrying Wyot and becoming his concubine.
“I will let you go today, but I need an answer the next time we meet.”
When James finished speaking, his body flashed and disappeared from the spot.
After he left, Yente appeared to have lost her energy. At once, she plopped to the ground and sat on a rock as she broke out in a cold sweat.
“Yente,” called out Xristodoulos before asking, “Are you alright?”
Yente shook her head and looked at him, asking, “How’s your injury?”
“It’s nothing severe.” Xristodoulos said, “I only need to take a rest.”
“Yente, are you actually considering marrying Wyot and becoming his concubine?” Fachtna noticed something odd about Yente’s expression and could not help but ask.
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