"What more could you possibly want from this guy after looting everything the poor old man had?" Blood Reign curiously chimed in his mind.
Damon did not answer her and instead handed over a chunky pouch to the old man. "Thank you, great master. Please take these gold coins. I happened to come across this treasure by accident, but instead of staying with someone useless like me, these coins should be with someone great like you."
The old man accepted the 200 gold coins and looked at Damon with a weird expression. Wasn't this just the payment for the stock purchase?
Then Damon came to the main agenda. "If I may please trouble the great master to make a few more potions for me…"
The old man arched a brow, his clouded eyes narrowing slightly as if peering through Damon's courteous mask. "So that's what this is about," he muttered, not unkindly. "You want me to make more of those failed potions, eh?"
