He darted over in two steps, took it with both hands, held it up before his eyes and turned it around, checked the level of the liquid, then brought it beneath his nose for a sniff.
"Good stuff, good stuff."
He said it twice in a row.
After that, he was in no hurry to leave. He found a stool nearby, climbed up, and sat properly. His short legs swung as he carefully pulled out the cork and took a small sip.
Then his whole body shuddered.
"Whew—"
He let out a long breath, his face full of bliss.
"Bolen, you're still as generous as ever."
He put the cork back in, then carefully tucked the Crystal Juice into the little pouch at his waist as though it were a treasure.
Then his expression turned serious, and his short legs stopped swinging.
"Go on. What do you want to ask?"
Bolen also put away his earlier perfunctory attitude.
His fingers pressed against the head of his cane. When he spoke, his tone was calm, but the question carried weight.
"Did the Dwarves have anything to do with what happened in Bronze City?"
Green smacked his lips.
He looked at Bolen, then glanced at Lu Yuan.
He did not avoid the question.
"We did."
A blunt answer.
"The Empire paid for it. In that Tower of Erudition of yours, they had craftsmen from our Dwarf race build quite a few inscriptions for sealing things away. There were some other similar measures too."
When he mentioned the Tower of Erudition, there was a faint note of disdain in his voice.
"As for what was sealed inside, honestly, I don't know either. But it's probably not hard to guess."
He spread his hands.
"Oh, speaking of your city." Green's tone returned to its