“Ryan…”
Feeling immense pressure at being mistaken for a turtle in a wishing well by Ellen, Ryan could only awkwardly reply:
"Well... physical strength also requires a strategy of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure."
"Let's leave aside cost-saving for now, as that involves genetic issues. Everything has a price. The Shark people are born with high combat power, so naturally they need to match high energy consumption."
"Then there's open source. The idea of strengthening training to increase the upper limit is not advisable; it's too slow."
Ryan spread her hands and said helplessly, "Then we can only rely on a constant supply."
"Eileen, have you ever come across any food or tools that can greatly replenish your stamina?"
Food or tools...
Eileen's eyes flickered slightly, and she murmured thoughtfully, "It seems there really is..."
But how can we coerce it?
No, there's an even more important issue here than coercing it.
But regardless, Eileen finally had a new idea, and immediately pulled out five debit cards from her wallet:
"Five hundred thousand dinis, it was a pleasure talking to you."
Ryan's pupils widened slightly, though she didn't know why Ellen wanted to deposit Tennys separately, and even deposit 100,000 on one sheet.
But Eileen's sincerity undoubtedly moved her, and she happily waved goodbye after putting away her bank card.
"It's so much more pleasant to chat with the proprietress. Take care, proprietress!"
"Okay, bye-bye."
Eileen waved her hand, opened the basement door, and walked out.
A short while later, Ellen returned to the first floor, and, deep in thought, went to the dining table and sat down next to Fagga.
As soon as Xiao Kelin saw Eileen coming over, she quickly helped serve the rice and pushed it in front of Eileen: "Miss Eileen, were you very busy just now? You didn't respond no matter how I called you, I was just about to call you."
"I'm not that busy, I just didn't hear it."
Eileen shook her head, turned to look to the side, and found that Fagga was still looking at his laptop while eating, which made her a little curious.
She quietly moved her chair over, rested her little head on Fagga's left shoulder, and said softly, "What are you looking at so intently?"
"The meeting minutes from the city's high-level meetings are available in both text and audio format. The person responsible for taking the minutes was truly dedicated!"
Fagga's eyes darkened; the profound meaning in his calm words was as deep as a still pool, impossible to fathom at a glance.
Fortunately, Fagga knew he couldn't bring his resentment towards others home, so he put on a plastic glove and casually grabbed a piece of crispy pork from the table and put it into his mouth.
Eileen bit down indistinctly, her sharp teeth pressing down to bite off half of it. The other half fell into Eileen's palm, which she then pinched and fed to Fagga.
"Oh, it seems the vampire clan treats you quite well. Although they won't let you go back, they'll still stand up for you when it matters."
The flickering light from the laptop screen reflected on Ellen's face as she watched quietly, speaking only occasionally.
"Hmm... this should be considered a matter of face. Any vampire would have to stand up for it."
After considering the context, Fajia still felt that this answer was the most reasonable.
The two remained silent, continuing to watch each other quietly.
As time went by, when a beautiful woman with a noble appearance stood up and said, "Victoria's child," a strange look appeared in the eyes of Fagga and Ellen.
Who is this person?
Fagga turned his head to look at Ellen: "Do you know her?"
Eileen shook her head and sighed, "I don't know."
"What? Come and see, Colleen."
As if she had heard something interesting, little Colleen pattered over, nestled against Fagga's other shoulder, and peered over.
"Oh, it's Mrs. Merlin."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
