Little Loach shrunk its neck, wanting to withdraw back, but Elder Brother quickly grabbed one of its whiskers!
"I'll go find a swarm of Element-devouring Bees tomorrow."
Little Loach nodded repeatedly, fine, no problem, I'll really eat them all up and give you one more.
"Two more!"
Little Loach's eyes filled with tears: I really can't do it.
Owen Bertram finally had pity on his brother and let go with a sigh, "Alright, we've agreed on one more."
Little Loach shrunk back with a whoosh, hiding in the gourd, grumbling about Elder Brother non-stop.
Owen Bertram happily crafted an arrow shaft and attached the arrowhead: "Perfect!"
Then he tapped on Joseph Gourd, "What kind of Divine Water is my younger brother's saliva?"
Joseph Gourd stammered, angering Owen Bertram, "Alright, now you're learning from my younger brother, trying to fool me?"
Joseph Gourd caved in seconds: "Master, calm down, I wouldn't dare."
