***
Hours slipped past and the sun began its climb. To reach the quota altitude was only a matter of time.
"How many?"
[12 more.]
As the 188th bottle of Mana Potion was emptied of its contents, Endevil's voice rang in Adam's head.
Migrant to a babysitter. Quite a weird transition of job.
Under the scorching heat of the sun, the young man was sweating profusely. Yet his focus remained unchanging.
About five minutes passed and the day's mana potion feeding came to an end. As expected, the mana in the potions couldn't trigger a reaction or a development.
wiggle~
In Adam's lap lie the Dragonborn. The cocoon had not grown a bit since yesterday but the murky darkness of the cocoon seems to be diluted by a tiny degree.
Adam's perception took some time to sense the change but Endevil was quicker.
"I feel like scammed."
