"Caleb, since you have so many Golden River Grasses, giving one to Sir Coriell is no big deal. Saving lives is more important!"
As soon as Sir Mamet finished speaking, everyone revealed a greedy look.
It's the Golden River Grass! Caleb has more than a hundred of them! There's enough for everyone to have one.
They stared at Caleb, while Sir Mamet frowned, "Caleb, after all, Sir Coriell has saved me before. Even if you're unhappy, you should give him a Golden River Grass. Besides, my health hasn't been good lately. You should give me some as well, so as to fulfill your filial duties."
Xaviera sneered in her heart, Sir Mamet had the audacity to say such things.
To force Caleb to hand over the Golden River Grass, he had gathered a bunch of people to pressure him.
Sir Mamet and Mrs. Mamet greedily stared at Caleb—
He saw that he was looking coldly at everyone, and spoke indifferently: "I don't have any."
The atmosphere immediately turned awkward.
