Han Yu flinched hearing the girls words. "Uhh…"
"And faintly… spirit rat aura?" The girl sensed with her abilities.
"Look, kid, I don't know what a rat aura smells like, but—"
She grabbed his wrist. "You're perfect."
"…For what?"
"To test my next batch of rat-enhanced spirit pill prototypes."
Han Yu paled. "I'd like to unsubscribe." He was most certainly not going to get involved in something like this, especially when he was just a servant.
Han Yu yanked his wrist free and staggered back. "I—I'm flattered, truly, but I've recently decided to give up all pill testing that might cause spontaneous combustion. It's a personal growth thing."
The tiny alchemist girl narrowed her eyes. "You will be compensated with three pickled plum candies and half a spirit ration."
"Still no!"
She pulled out a small pouch and opened it. Inside were about a dozen spirit pills, all glowing faintly and vibrating with barely-contained chaos. One of them burped purple smoke.
