In the hall, Charles carefully pushed the bottle of Crit Potions towards the Death Knight.
He locked eyes with the intimidating figure and spoke with gravity: "Crit Potions— the latest high-quality potions from the Demon Clinic. You are the first customer for this potion. Its effectiveness is for you to judge."
Death Knight cast a fleeting glance at the unassuming bottle.
He toyed with it in his hands, saying, "Are you certain this is the best potion you have? Think carefully. If it doesn't meet my standards, I'll hold you to our agreement and cut you down."
Charles responded calmly, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
But inwardly, Charles felt less certain. After all, he himself had no concrete idea about the potion's potency. At this point, he could only rely on the system's quality.
With a 'pop,' Death Knight uncorked the wooden stopper of the potion bottle.
