The Kobold's expression turned extremely sensitive at the mention of the two words "spicy sticks."
'Spicy sticks?'
'What spicy sticks?'
'Where did this human get spicy sticks?'
'Could it be that this human stole the food?'
'Impossible, absolutely impossible!'
'But where did this human's spicy sticks come from?'
'Could she have brought them in with her?'
Regardless, if she had a large supply of food from the human world, his problems would be easily solved.
So, the Kobold didn't attack immediately. He wanted to see the spicy sticks.
"Where are the spicy sticks?"
Wen Ying casually pulled a pack of spicy sticks from her pocket.
They were indeed spicy sticks, and they looked exactly the same as the ones missing from his storeroom.
They could absolutely pass for the real thing!
'No, wait. These could be used to entertain distinguished guests.'
The Kobold's breathing quickened. "How many spicy sticks do you have?"
