"Let me see."
Lex Cross grabbed Flora Bloom's hand, examining it from every angle. Suddenly, the smile on his lips widened.
"I really don't know what to say about you! Don't worry, your luck is the best I've ever seen in my life. It wasn't trying to bite you; it wants to form a contract with you."
"A contract?"
Flora Bloom paused, bewildered. "Why would it bite me to form a contract? Don't I have my space? Can't I just toss it in there? My space has a special brand—any creature that enters is forcibly branded to recognize me as its master!"
Lex Cross shook his head. "Even if your internal space were fully intact, you still wouldn't be able to subdue this Golden Crow."
"The Golden Crow clan are Divine Beasts. Even if your space were complete, it would be on the same level as the egg at best. You can't contract it."
