— That’s right, a love potion,” Maylin confirmed, stating the exact number of vials that Kristoll had requested. — But, I don’t understand one thing. Where does this cruelty towards you come from?
After asking this, the girl realized that she might have crossed a line and immediately stopped:
— Oh, I’m sorry, I’m getting into something that’s not my business... But I really don’t understand. If you were a real killer, shouldn’t you be in prison, not in this cozy little house, owning an entire shop and having the freedom to create useful potions?
“Keep going…” Cassmetra encouraged her, her enthusiasm inspiring the student not only to listen to the answer but also to compare it with what would come to the man’s mind. Especially if he decided to avoid the topic.
How could one resist the temptation and not listen to the mentor? Of course, it’s impossible!
They call mercy murder, you foolish people. They don’t even realize what it’s like to live in torment, without the ability to end it.
- You know, performing euthanasia is an ungrateful task... - the man went into another room and soon returned with two small vials of different colors, one pink and one blue. - The price hasn’t changed, 100 axots.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт