"No matter who its previous owner was, this Golden Four-leaf Clover in my possession was fairly bought with my own money from Wizard Bananka's Golden Anchor Auction House!"
At this moment, Mod was emphasizing something to Hart from the Law Enforcement Team.
His speech was not fast, but his tone was not as smooth or gentle as usual; it had taken on a measure of toughness and sharpness.
Indeed, Mod could not afford to worry too much.
He had scrimped and saved for decades just for this Magic Potion that could improve his aptitude.
More than ten thousand Magic Stones had emptied the savings he had accumulated over those years.
And now he was over fifty years old, he could not afford to lose this Magic Potion!
Upon hearing this, Hart's expression turned slightly angry.
Mod paused momentarily, slightly softening his tone as he continued:
