The Slave Has No Right to Refuse

I, the quail, was once an "inferior commodity" that even slave traders had a headache for. His strength is weak, his physique is useless, and his magic talent is average. So, I hand-picked my hosts—four naive, needy, and seemingly most controllable rookie adventurers. I helped them bargain for myself, thinking about how to secretly turn my status as a "slave" into a "manipulator". I use my wisdom and cold-bloodedness to clear obstacles for them, firmly believing that all goodwill is a means of domestication, and all care is a sugar-coating for investment. I built high walls, always ready to bite back before I was abandoned. Until that day, when the conflict broke out, I put my most vulnerable neck against the sword of my teammate, crying to end this hypocritical game: "Do it! I am just a slave you bought——!" In response, a carefully preserved purchase agreement was gently pushed in front of me.