The Treemonkey King didn't speak, seemingly defeated by John's shameless persistence.
Slowly, he took the sparkling stones from John's hand.
At first, he glanced at them casually, but then his brows furrowed, and he looked more closely.
"How many of these shards do you have?"
Is there hope? John felt a stir of excitement but scratched his head and said, "We don't really know what these are, so we haven't collected many. We only have a small amount."
"Give me these, and I'll tell you the locations of resource points."
Just that one sentence told John that the Treemonkey King especially wanted these shards.
"That's not really fair, is it? These were obtained by the whole fortress, and as the commander, I only managed to get a few. It wouldn't be right to take everyone else's share," John said, pretending to hesitate.
The Treemonkey King sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Then forget it. I wasn't that interested anyway."
