"Everyone, that river is not moldy or rancid. It is the golden river! As long as you take a sip, you will be able to advance to gold-tier directly. If you soak your body in that river, you will also be able to obtain a powerful attack and defense comparable to a gold-tier weapon," Watson explained. His voice was not loud, but every elf heard it.
"If you drink it, you can turn into a gold-tier elite. If you soak in it, you can gain a defense comparable to that of a gold-tier weapon. Who would believe it?"
"If you don't believe me, you can try it."
Watson stretched out his hand. Immediately, some elves stood out unwillingly. In just a moment, they caught an ordinary mouse. "I've checked that mouse; there's no problem with it. If it doesn't get stronger after drinking from the river, it proves that you're lying. I want you to kneel and apologize to me."
"Sure." Watson nodded. "Then what if I am not lying?"
"Shall I kneel and apologize to you?"
