In the backyard of a large house, a handsome man was standing in front of a large cauldron. A great fire blazed in the furnace.
Right now the man is making a potion that doesn't know what it does. If other people saw it, perhaps they would be surprised to see someone brewing so many potions at night.
Cerix stepped into the courtyard and went straight to his master. "Sir …."
The man who was making the potion immediately cleared his throat. "What are you doing here?"
"Sir, there is a rich woman who lives in the inn," Cerix said.
"What do you mean the woman who fought over the bow with Miss Merhea?"
Cerix was immediately taken aback. Turns out his master already knew the woman. As usual, Mr. Axriel did figure things out pretty quickly.
"That's right, Sir. It's about the woman," said Cerix.
"What about her?" asked Axriel as he continued his activities. Even since Cerix came, he hadn't taken his eyes off him at all.
