That evening.
Owen Klein, who had been influenced by Carrie and had come to find Morres Klein with some hesitation, soon regretted his own thoughts.
“Yeah. As expected, it was all just your misunderstanding, Carrie. That bastard Morres is the most ill-tempered brat on the continent! An incorrigible stubborn idiot!”
No matter how hard he tried, once Morres started being unreasonable, it was utterly impossible to communicate with him.
“Why is this happening? I thought I explained it seriously enough, so why won’t he listen to even this much of what I say?”
To persuade Morres, he had even concocted a plausible story about the origin of the elixir with his not-so-sharp mind.
He said it was a universal remedy made by the living saint, Father Bart, who personally decocted beneficial herbs and prayed over them daily for blessings!
Of course, he hadn’t sought permission from the person in question, but he firmly believed that Father Bart would surely understand.
“Hey! Do you even know how precious this remedy is? It’s an item completely sold out on the server, and our newbie went through so much trouble and hardship to…!”
He got so heated that he almost let the real origin slip out.
When Owen hurriedly covered his mouth, Morres glanced at…