"My lord! It's out! It's out!"
"What's out?"
In the rear garden, Nalant had just finished cultivating his Battle Qi and had not even had time to wipe away the fine sweat on his body when Sherry's little-loudspeaker voice came ringing from afar.
"My lord, the Magic Potion Brown Sugar is ready!" Sherry came panting up to Nalant, her little face flushed bright red from running.
"Oh? It's finished?"
Hearing that answer, Nalant was no longer surprised.
No wonder the little girl had been in such a frantic rush today, as though enemies were attacking the territory.
"Yes, my lord. Hurry and take a look! It smells so fragrant and sweet—it looks like it'll be delicious!"
"Mm, then let me wipe my face first!" Nalant instead calmed down, taking the warm wet towel from the little maid Lilia.
Seeing this, the little girl could only suppress the urge to hurry him along and wait obediently.
As Sherry felt every moment stretch into a year, Nalant finally finished wiping his hands and headed straight for the front courtyard.
Before he even drew near, he saw a great crowd of guards and servants gathered around a carriage, chattering animatedly.
"Greetings, my lord!"
"Greetings, my lord!"
Only after Nalant emerged from the inner castle did the servants and guards belatedly notice their lord's arrival. They quickly moved aside and bowed respectfully.
"Rise!"
Nalant replied lightly. He did not look at the crowd, instead fixing all his attention on the carriage.
Though he had indeed held some expectations for the brown sugar made from Magic Potion Sugarcane, this Magic Potion Brown Sugar seemed to have surpassed them.
From five or six meters away, Nalant had caught an unprecedented fragrance. Naturally, he could tell it was the scent of brown sugar.
But since when had