I'll Kill You, Eredin!!!

"Ailin had only just woken from unconsciousness. How could he drink alcohol..." Francesca Findabair glanced at the wine Mary was holding and said softly, "The flower tea contains Kosatara Grass, Heart-Clutch Grass, safflower, and mint..."

Heart-Clutch Grass could neutralize toxins and clear gangrene and infection from the blood. Safflower was an excellent blood tonic, while Kosatara Grass soothed the mind and aided sleep.

Of course, merely steeping them as tea could never match the effects of a potion.

Damn it, this elf was truly scheming... Mary's face immediately flushed crimson.

Elven flower tea was famous throughout the Northern Continent. Mary had learned from Alchemy Master Vera, so she naturally knew the effects of these herbs and naturally had not forgotten that Ailin was injured.

It was just that the cunning elf had come prepared and poured tea for the guests. Mary could not simply let the elf take control, so she instinctively took out the most expensive East of the East that Vera had stored in her "warehouse."

Before she could even pour the wine, her buzzing mind had not yet figured out how to explain it to Vera or where she would earn the money to compensate her for the bottle. Then the elf went over to Ailin, leaving Mary no choice but to follow.

One link after another—by the time she understood, it was already too late.

Francesca Findabair held her head high with pride, while Mary was so anxious that tears welled in her eyes.

"Thank you, Mary. Fran... Enid, I'm not thirsty right now."

He was actually terribly thirsty; his throat felt like it was about to smoke... Ailin sighed inwardly and gave Francesca Findabair and Mary a slight nod.

Mary instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Francesca Findabair did not press her advantage. Gracefully, she