Chapitre 46: Chapter 45: The Dark Mycelium

"But why would you seek me, Grape, when there are countless members in Andrey?"

"Mr. Plague Doctor is a Purifier," Grape scraped her belly fur with her claws, "The world outside is filled with holy light, and being accepted by that holy light as a Purifier means a smaller risk, and besides, you are one of the few who would not ignore our minority."

The Light Bat could sense it, the feeling of those around them, the instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm.

Lyle weighed the pros and cons, with Grape surely being an unstable factor, yet comparatively, she could also bring many advantages, she could save money. Moreover, Grape could speak; this meant she could glean some information, with her petite frame obtaining news through unorthodox means, should this mouthy adventurer truly have some special talents.

Lyle could not refuse, the benefits seemed to outweigh the drawbacks.

"You're hired."