Chapter 533: Chapter 533
The only person who could take him down under the ’Hound’s’ protection driven by the driver, unless Doctor Nile directly summoned the Winged Divine Dragon, would be in vain.
After leaving the clinic, Liu Zheng went to Rose Street again.
Aside from the street where the Bloody Restaurant is located, he was most familiar with this street; it felt like coming home.
Liu Zheng said loudly.
"Who welcomed you, stupid human."
The French Plane Tree rolled its eyes at him.
"Don’t be so cold, after all, we’re drinking buddies."
Liu Zheng said with a grin.
"Who’s your drinking buddy, at most you’re just a liquor dealer."
The French Plane Tree said disdainfully.
"A transactional relationship is still a relationship. I’ve brought you a fine bottle of wine this time, a limited edition rare vintage, I guarantee."
"Really? Let me smell it."
The French Plane Tree extended a root.
A true wine connoisseur could tell the quality of a wine just by its aroma.
"No rush. There’s something I’d like the esteemed French noble, Sir Dai Legao, to help with."
Liu Zheng placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"Tch, I knew you conniving human had nothing good in mind when you came to me. So, what do you want in exchange this time?"
The French Plane Tree said, curling its lips.
"Do you have any more of those coffins made from your bark?"
"What do you need that for?"
The French Plane Tree retorted.
"I just visited the cemetery again, and the keeper there wants it."
The French Plane Tree decisively refused.
It shouldn’t be anything precious to the French Plane Tree; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been given so easily last time.
"The body, hair, and skin are inherited from one’s parents; my bark is like my skin, understand? Illiterate human."
The French Plane Tree said, self-righteously.
"Putting aside whether bark counts as skin, do you even know who your parents are?"
Liu Zheng squinted at it.
If granting wisdom is equivalent to granting life, its parents were likely those bizarre entities from the Chaos Club.
"You humans should mind your own business regarding our trees."
The French Plane Tree got upset and angry.
"Given our relationship, just be direct and say what’s on your mind."
He was getting a bit impatient.
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The French Plane Tree instinctively retorted and then paused before speaking.
"Do you think bark sheds just like that? Besides shedding that conforms to the growth cycle, shedding requires a lot of energy."
"The coffin I gave you last time was my last reserve; if you want more, you’ll have to wait until my next natural shedding."
"When’s your next natural shedding?"
"You might as well just say you don’t have any."
Not to mention that he couldn’t wait that long; by then, the French Plane Tree would have turned into a Phoenix, and where would the bark come from?
"Hmph, that’s pretty much what I meant."
The French Plane Tree said, curling its lips.
"Wait, didn’t you say you’re eighteen, so you should have at least eighteen bark coffins, right? What about the other coffins?"
Liu Zheng spotted a flaw.
"They’ve all been sold, otherwise how do you think I have so many collectibles? And it was never just eighteen coffins; one shed of bark can make several coffins, or I’d be broke by now."
The French Plane Tree said proudly.
He found himself momentarily speechless.
Liu Zheng originally thought the French Plane Tree’s collection came from picking up trash or charging tolls, but it turned out to be from selling its own bark coffins, making it quite the entrepreneur.
"You’ve had it rough."
He said in a complex tone.
For a moment, he didn’t know whether to admire or mock it.
"Living in the Metropolis, no one’s got it easy."
The French Plane Tree unusually didn’t talk back.
"Is there any other way? I really need that coffin."
Liu Zheng told it about the contract he made with the Tomb Guardian.
"If you can get me a Wood Elf corpse, then I could give you a coffin, and one made from a whole piece of bark at that."
After listening, the French Plane Tree pondered for a long time before speaking.
"A Wood Elf corpse? Oh, the one you need milk and acorn from, right?"
He recalled and said.
"Yeah, and it’s only been a few days, you already forgot; typical dumb human."
The French Plane Tree took the opportunity to mock him.
Liu Zheng couldn’t be bothered with it.
This guy stood here doing nothing all day, of course, it’d remember.
He had so many things to do each day; remembering everything would make him superhuman, not just non-human.
"What if the Wood Elf corpse in the kitchen has already been used?"
"Then you just wait to die."
The French Plane Tree replied mercilessly.
"Tch, you really are"
The French Plane Tree decisively refused.
It shouldn’t be anything precious to the French Plane Tree; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been given so easily last time.
"The body, hair, and skin are inherited from one’s parents; my bark is like my skin, understand? Illiterate human."
The French Plane Tree said, self-righteously.
"Putting aside whether bark counts as skin, do you even know who your parents are?"
Liu Zheng squinted at it.
If granting wisdom is equivalent to granting life, its parents were likely those bizarre entities from the Chaos Club.
"You humans should mind your own business regarding our trees."
The French Plane Tree got upset and angry.
"Given our relationship, just be direct and say what’s on your mind."
He was getting a bit impatient.
"Who has any relationship with you, arrogant human."
The French Plane Tree instinctively retorted and then paused before speaking.
"Do you think bark sheds just like that? Besides shedding that conforms to the growth cycle, shedding requires a lot of energy."
"The coffin I gave you last time was my last reserve; if you want more, you’ll have to wait until my next natural shedding."
"When’s your next natural shedding?"
"You might as well just say you don’t have any."
Not to mention that he couldn’t wait that long; by then, the French Plane Tree would have turned into a Phoenix, and where would the bark come from?
"Hmph, that’s pretty much what I meant."
The French Plane Tree said, curling its lips.
"Wait, didn’t you say you’re eighteen, so you should have at least eighteen bark coffins, right? What about the other coffins?"
Liu Zheng spotted a flaw.
"They’ve all been sold, otherwise how do you think I have so many collectibles? And it was never just eighteen coffins; one shed of bark can make several coffins, or I’d be broke by now."
The French Plane Tree said proudly.
He found himself momentarily speechless.
Liu Zheng originally thought the French Plane Tree’s collection came from picking up trash or charging tolls, but it turned out to be from selling its own bark coffins, making it quite the entrepreneur.
"You’ve had it rough."
He said in a complex tone.
For a moment, he didn’t know whether to admire or mock it.
"Living in the Metropolis, no one’s got it easy."
The French Plane Tree unusually didn’t talk back.
"Is there any other way? I really need that coffin."
Liu Zheng told it about the contract he made with the Tomb Guardian.
"If you can get me a Wood Elf corpse, then I could give you a coffin, and one made from a whole piece of bark at that."
After listening, the French Plane Tree pondered for a long time before speaking.
"A Wood Elf corpse? Oh, the one you need milk and acorn from, right?"
He recalled and said.
"Yeah, and it’s only been a few days, you already forgot; typical dumb human."
The French Plane Tree took the opportunity to mock him.
Liu Zheng couldn’t be bothered with it.
This guy stood here doing nothing all day, of course, it’d remember.
He had so many things to do each day; remembering everything would make him superhuman, not just non-human.
"What if the Wood Elf corpse in the kitchen has already been used?"
"Then you just wait to die."
The French Plane Tree replied mercilessly.
"Tch, you really are"