No?
Good, then!
Nalant let out a huge sigh of relief. If the Daughter of Luck's potion became something anyone could get their hands on, how was he, a lord, supposed to survive?
Besides, was an awakening potion really that hard to brew?
Why didn't he think so? Didn't it just involve gathering all the herbs, tossing them into a pot, and boiling them up in a wild mess?
Of course, on second thought, Nalant understood. This was surely one of the system's benefits.
Otherwise, even a gifted potion maker like Vini would have to spend enormous amounts of time and effort preparing special potions.
"Lord, everything I said just now is true. If there is even a single lie in it, I am willing to be cursed by the gods and struck dead by lightning!"
"So, I beg you to show mercy for the goddess's sake and release Bessie and me. As long as we stay far away from noble territory, we definitely won't bring misfortune upon the nobles!" White had no idea that this lord before him had already become a "prophet godman" with the help of the system. Afraid Nalant would not believe him, he immediately thumped his chest and swore an oath.
Nalant's lips curled into a faint smile as he said to White, "White, I only promised not to harm you and Bessie. I never promised to let you leave!"
"Since you are my serfs, stay in the territory from now on and live peacefully. I will not mistreat you!"
"This..." White felt as though his ears were playing tricks on him. Otherwise, how could he have heard something so absurd? The lord knew Bessie could attract Dark Creatures, yet he still intended to keep them in the territory.
And he even said he would