"You... you're just arguing for the sake of it!"
Hearing Wyatt Barnes's hard-to-counter argument, Kanan Nigel was seething.
"Alright, Finn, the lad isn't entirely wrong."
Godly Might Marquis, Atharv Nigel spoke up. He turned to Wyatt Barnes, his eyes squinting, "Lad, do you really have a way to counteract the poison of the Black Nether Mink?"
Wyatt Barnes faintly smiled, "Lord Crawford, with my current abilities, I can't fully neutralize the poison of the Black Nether Mink..."
"Hmph! Dad, I told you. Even the president of the Alchemist Guild has no solution for the poison afflicting grandfather. How could this kid possibly have a solution?"
Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes's words, Kanan Nigel's face fell.
"Finn, shut up."
Atharv Nigel shot a glance at his son before turning to Wyatt Barnes, asking, "What's the meaning of your words, lad?"
