Shami frowned, looking at the purple-haired girl in front of her.
"You say you’re from the Dragon Race?"
"Yeah. A genuine Dragon Race Maiden."
The purple-haired girl raised her right hand to her face, smiling as she made a playful peace sign.
"But where’s your tail, your horns? You look just like a normal human now."
"Come on, what era are we in now? Still holding onto those stereotypes?"
The purple-haired girl shook her head.
"Just think about it. If you still had a tail after shapeshifting, it would be really inconvenient when going to the bathroom. You might accidentally get it dirty, and you’d have to cut a hole in your pants to fit. As for horns, you wouldn’t be able to wear hats or veils anymore. So, during evolution, we got rid of those unnecessary things."
"Turning unnecessary things on their head! You shouldn’t abandon such important racial features over minor issues!"
The purple-haired girl crossed her arms and looked at Shami, wearing a justified expression.
"Then, do you have other proof?"
Words alone weren’t enough; Shami certainly wouldn’t easily believe the purple-haired girl’s claims.
"Of course I do. See this?"
The purple-haired girl turned her back to Shami, then used her small hand to move aside her high ponytail, revealing her tanned, beautiful back.
Under Shami’s gaze, small scales began to appear on her smooth back, soon covering the entire back, and after a moment, the scales disappeared, returning to smooth skin.
"See that, these are Dragon Scales. That should be pretty straightforward proof."
The purple-haired girl turned around, smiling at Shami.
Shami thought deeply.
The little villagers had never seen the Dragon Race, so it was naturally difficult to tell real from fake. But using that most direct method, one could find out.
"No way. Absolutely absolutely absolutely not, including that kind of service."
The purple-haired girl withdrew her hand and stepped back.
Without using Demon King’s Detection, there was no way to confirm the purple-haired girl’s claims. However, whether it’s true or not, he doesn’t need to prove it.
"Sorry, I don’t intend to purchase this kind of service. It’s too expensive."
Shami wanted to send the purple-haired girl away; she was already interfering with his viewing of his Demon Envoys.
The purple-haired girl held her chin with her small hand, thought for a moment, then smiled.
"Hmm... How about this, I’ll charge you 5 gold coins and offer Ordinary Dragon services instead."
"Are you dropping the price because you can’t cover up your earlier lies?!"
"1 gold coin is fine too. But it must include food."
"The price keeps dropping! It’s like buying fake antiques at a market with things made the same year!"
The purple-haired girl pursed her lips, holding a silent stare-down with Shami.
While they were having their standoff, a blonde girl came out of the sea angrily, her bare feet stepping on the sand, picking up quite a bit of it, as she quickly approached Shami.
Even when a dog fights, you should look at its owner. Whoever dares to flirt with Shami should see who they belong to, you idiot!
Lureya sat heavily beside Shami, deliberately leaning her small shoulder against him, asserting her territory while looking up at the purple-haired girl.
Yet the Elf Race’s image didn’t allow her to curse directly; in the end, she had to suppress her anger and remain polite.
The purple-haired girl’s eyes widened in shock.
"Oh my! I’m so close to an Elf! Are you really an Elf?"
Suddenly shocked by the purple-haired girl’s enthusiastic response, the Elf Maiden softened her stance.
"That’s fantastic! Could we be friends?"
The purple-haired girl excitedly looked over at her.
"Well, I suppose that’s okay..."
Lureya’s assertiveness gradually faded.
Why did it suddenly turn into a friendship invitation? Yet she still needed to ask about the purpose.
Especially upon seeing the purple-haired girl’s figure not losing to Lina’s, a sense of crisis loomed over Lureya’s head.
"By the way, who are you? Why were you hitting on Shami?"
The purple-haired girl laughed, pointing at herself.
"I’m named Elze. I’m recommending steward services to Mr. Shami. Basically following you around throughout the tourist experience, handling all sorts of tasks. Tour guide, carrying luggage, cleaning, all those things are no problem."
Shami sighed in relief, worrying that the purple-haired girl might say something strange.
Turns out you can speak normally!
Shami silently looked at the purple-haired girl named Elze, eyes just starting to glance downward.
Two small hands slapped both sides of his cheeks and directed his face towards the owner of the hands, to see Lureya’s collarbone.
"So that’s how it is..."
Lureya withdrew her small hands, exhaled in relief.
Apparently, she had worried too much.
"So, how much would that cost?"
"50 gold coins, including meals and accommodation. I’ll follow your arrangements, whether it’s running errands or buying things, there’s no issue." The purple-haired girl spread five fingers.
"Why is it back to the original price?"
Lureya quietly calmed down.
It wasn’t that the service wasn’t good; having a steward would certainly elevate the travel experience. Besides, the price wasn’t unreasonable.
However, the threat from this purple-haired bunch was too significant, and personal information had to be thoroughly clarified before considering hiring.
Lureya’s eyes moved from the purple-haired girl’s two water balloons, gradually moving up to her face.