When a man lies, it could be determined by those who actually observe the body language of an individual.
The middle-aged man nodded. "Je m'appelle, Gauche. It's very nice to meet you too."
"May I know what business you have come with?"
Pierre glanced at Ava. He took a deep breath and began to explain, "We have come with a deal and to make an exchange."
"Oh…" Mr. Gauche adjusted the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. "And what have you come with? Potion?"
Pierre shook his head. "No. Medicine. An elixir."
"Hoho, may I see?" The sudden expression of excitement that appeared on Mr. Gauche's face hinted at his obsession with medicines and elixirs. He was far more interested in them compared to his fascination with potions.
