"What do you want?"
Iluna asked impatiently:
"I don't like riddles, and I dislike staying in this stinky place even more."
After all, this was a sewer, and the only lighting was the light orb Iluna had swapped out.
So the girl pointed at Shard:
"I want his blood."
"My blood?"
Shard, who hadn't spoken all this time, raised an eyebrow and asked before Iluna could voice any objection:
"I can give you my blood, but you'll have to tell me why you need it."
He frowned slightly:
"I've authenticated my lineage with a peculiar relic before. As far as I know, I'm a hundred percent human."
The young flower seller pursed her lips, holding back laughter to prevent the moon from falling down and hitting her while walking at night:
"I'm just a flower girl, I can't understand what you're talking about. Give me your blood, not much is needed, then I will leave this city. The twisted soil and noble blood will nurture the most beautiful flower, and that's all I want."
