The scene, the wording, the tone—it all reminded Abner of the ticket scalpers at train stations before real-name registration had become widespread in his previous life, leaving him momentarily dazed.
Once he came back to himself, Abner opened the Pure White Eye with a peculiar sense of nostalgia, wanting to see what this man intended to recommend to him and why it was so expensive...
But soon, Abner's lips twitched as he inwardly complained, Do I look like a weakling? Sure, my complexion isn't great after spending an entire afternoon crafting items, but that's obviously not because I'm "weak," is it?!
Moreover, not only had this potion been diluted, making it less effective than the special Health Potion Karen had supplied to Roselle, but it also contained some addictive substances...
Was this specifically aimed at me? Or had Helene been exposed?
With that thought, Abner glanced back at Helene. She was not only wearing a hat that altered her hair color and style, but also a veil over her face. Even her temperament had changed somewhat after boiling water all day...
Vice Admiral of Ailment's people couldn't possibly have recognized her so quickly... In other words, this man was targeting me? Why?
Abner adjusted his glasses and casually asked with a smile, "This was concocted by the Apothecary in the alley across from the Red Theater, wasn't it?"
The man holding the small bottle looked surprised and blurted out, "You know?"
But he quickly composed himself, putting on a lecherous grin again. "Since you know, sir, you should also know that the master's supply of potions is limited each day... But I have special channels to get hold of them..."
So it really was... I was just making conversation... Darkwill, you really haven't forgotten your old trade! And your so-called