Even after being said all that, Miser still held onto his flattering face but internally he was quite shaken; after all, his life and death depends on whether he is useful or not.
As long as he displayed his worth, he won't be killed that easily. Miser wasn't lying when he said that there was a Royal Spirit amidst the Forest Spring Spirits.
MIser was an adventurer by profession. A month back when he and his group were trying to hunt the monsters on the Ghastly Winding Forest, they were chased around and accidentally stumbled upon the territory of the Ancient Treants. Completely outclassed, they were completely wiped out.
Miser was the only one who survived, at that time he thought that he would die from those severe injuries, but who would have expected that he would meet someone on the brink of his death as he desperately pleaded the person to save his life.
