"Screech!"
The Moon Crow's eyeballs rotated. For the sake of Delicious Food, it nodded its head, indicating that indeed one item could be taken.
It was supposed to be a gift for the guest, but only Gary Smith, the player of the instrument, counted; the others were merely followers.
'Without asking, they say nothing; truly lacking any spirit of service,' Gary Smith thought to himself, and he also understood what the mysterious harvest described in the Moon Wind Flute was.
So it turns out the generous Lunar Lord was wholesaling treasures!
Thinking of this, Gary Smith's mind became agile, the treasury in the palace of Great Existence offered substantial room for maneuver.
He looked towards the Empress and asked, "What can you give me?"
He was no bootlicker, let alone Alicia Carr reincarnated as something slightly inferior to Little Spider. Even if she were prettier, what then?