"Is that so..."
Flora tilted her head back, squinting slightly as she scrutinized Herbert, nodding ambiguously.
Clearly, this Demon Sage did not fully trust Herbert.
She truly did not sense greed and desire from Herbert, which was quite different from the mortals she had encountered before.
But as someone who knew humans very well, she understood that humans were complex and not one-dimensional.
Their emotions were sometimes more chaotic than those of demons.
Even without such negative emotions, they might still commit cruel acts for other reasons.
For instance, in the name of love and justice they spoke of.
Or like that old man so powerful he seemed like a god, who nonchalantly captured her...
Flora looked at the handsome white-haired youth and slowly spoke, "Young Prison Warden, I've told you so much about myself, shouldn't you talk about yourself now?"
"What... do you want to get from me?"
"Get from you?"
