"Master, can young master Kent really handle that big cauldron?" Lambu questioned while licking his dry rations.
"Why are you asking such nonsense questions? The Clark family blood is running inside him. The cauldron spirit will obey his command." Mohini replied without moving her gaze from Kent, who is mediating on the large boulder of the purple mountains.
"But he is very new to potion brewing. Can he really handle the temperature? Even you took a lot of time to learn the fire control on king-sized cauldrons." Lambu asked with a thoughtful look.
But in the next second, a heavy weight fell on his back. Realizing his slipped tongue, Lambu hurriedly apologized in a pleading tone.
"Sorry… Sorry, master. Mine is a mud brain. I forgot how talented you are. You are the best of the best among all. Please pardon me this one time." Lambu cried out while clutching his dry ration.
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