"Thank you." A specific number suddenly formed in Erin's mind. 'If I craft ten Holy Blood Alchemy Cores for you, it's not too much to ask for ten children in return, is it? And if we have ten children, at least three of them must take my name and inherit the Melovanga Clan's estate.'
Li Xiang inexplicably shivered. He secretly activated his Spiritual Sense. 'There's no danger around here.'
After eating the Spirit Fruit, Erin was full of vigor and threw herself back into the tedious work of Alchemy. This time, however, she was in high spirits, feeling even more cheerful than before.
"Erin, I've been thinking," Li Xiang said. "Ten is just too exhausting. That would require 2,000 milliliters of fresh blood. How about we cut the number in half?" After all, Erin was only in her early twenties, and a normal girl her age would still be comfortably studying on a university campus. He reasoned that even though it was part of their original contract, contracts could be amended.
