Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
the Free'l needed more than magic—it called for a miracle! The spell the Free'l were casting ought to have drawn the moon down Neeshan watched their antics with a bitter smile. He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to "Go away," he said. "You'll spoil the charm." "What charm? Can't you see by now, Rhn, that it isn't going to work?" "Of course it will. It just takes time." "Hell it will. Hell it does. Watch." Neeshan pushed Rhn to one side and squatted down in the center of the the parallelogram. "Tell the demon what you want," Neeshan ordered the Free'l. The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of "That's enough for now," Neeshan interrupted. "The demon can't bring "Yes." Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons That's how it ought to be. You cast a spell. You're careful with it. And it works. Right away." "When you do it, it works," Rhn answered. "Magic works when anybody does it. But you have to do it right." Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. "Dreeze" was a Free'l word that spell was too dreezish for them to bother with. He was getting a headache. He'd better perform a headache-removing spell. He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked, of course, but it left him feeling soggy and dispirited. He was still Neeshan carefully aligned the tooter, which is basically a sort of lens elaborate, ego-caressing ceremonial of high magic, but its gist was you are keeping on with the Free'l. We do not expect you to succeed Neeshan came out of his trance. His eyes were round with wonder and Free'l. Well, now, a reward like that was worth going to some trouble pressed against his forehead, and tried to think. The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything. That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want. He had shown a definite interest in Neeshan's tooter. Something in its extend and develop a magician's spiritual power. He probably thought Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have Neeshan got up from his couch. It had begun to rain, but he didn't want Neeshan came to the point directly. Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said, Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too After Neeshan had been through the directions twice, Rhn stopped him. "No, don't bother telling me again—it's just more dreeze. Give me the materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter for this." He started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan looked on tensely, Rhn began going through the actions Neeshan had Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. "Look at that, will you!" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands together. "It worked! I'll take the tooter home with me now." "The tooter? For that really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you." "Try the spell again." "Oh, dreeze. You're too impatient. You never give anything time to work." For the next few days, everybody in the village avoided Neeshan. They all felt sorry for Rhn, who'd worked so hard, done everything he was told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to Rhn. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was intolerable. and all the spells he performed to cure the pain left him feeling wretchedly tired out. Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory. Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable help to the magical underworld. while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate, tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as the psychological equivalent of the worst case of dreeze ever known, carried to the nth power. They wished he'd drop dead or hang himself. Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine. The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the most annoying thing they'd encountered in the course of their racial history? Good. Fine. Splendid. Then he'd really annoy them. He'd have to watch out for poison, of course. But in the end, they'd turn to magic to get rid of him. They'd have to. And then he'd have them. They'd be caught. One act of communal magic that really worked and they'd be sold on magic. He'd be sure of his senior rating. Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he from mud-smearing to rain-sitting, and from the time they got up until they went to bed. He even pursued them with advice after they got Free'l, who set quite as much store by their sex lives as anybody does, But most of all he harped on their folly in putting up with nasal drip, and instructed them over and over again in the details of a charm—a quite simple charm—for getting rid of it. The charm would, he informed them, work equally well against anything— or person —that they found The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste. Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered him, naturally, but he could stand it. When he had repeated the anti-annoyance charm to a group of Free'l last night, he had noticed that Rhn was listening eagerly. It wouldn't be much longer now. On the morning of the day before the equinox, Neeshan was awakened from and it took him a moment to identify it. Then he realized what it was. Somebody was casting a spell against him. At last! At last! It had worked! Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day didn't want the Free'l to see him and get suspicious, but he did want to have the pleasure of seeing them cast their first accurate spell. . Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back, "Hey!" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. "Not brimstone! Watch out! the Free'l couldn't get anything right. while it is not nearly so much of a nuisance as Neeshan was when he was alive, it inconveniences them. They have to make a detour around it when they do their magic dances. They still hope, though, that the spells they are casting to get rid of him will work eventually. If he doesn't go away this autumn, he will the autumn after next. They have a good deal of faith in magic, when you come right down to it. And patience is their long suit.

<question>:
Neeshan's plan to get the Free'l to actually perform magic is

<options>:
A to get Rhn to do magic, then the rest will follow his lead.
B to annoy them to the point that they do magic out of spite.
C put one of them in danger, then they will be forced to do magic to save that person.
D he is going to work with them until they get it or until it kills them all.

<answer>:

B