The shopkeeper had an embarrassed look, stammering and somewhat unable to speak.
'Will grant all request,' these words, no medicine shop dared to say it.
If they treated someone to death or could not refine the medicinal pill, that would really be smacking their own face swollen.
Furthermore, Cinnamon Street was out-of-the-way. This small shop of theirs did not attract people's attention. Otherwise, this place would have long been rallied and attacked by their peers.
But the shopkeeper knew that this kind of thing could not be avoided. It would be known by people sooner or later.
And this youth was likely the first one dropping in to find fault.
"Hey, shopkeeper, I'm asking you something, talk! Since you guys will grant all requests, then I'll request for a pill right now! Do you dare to accept, shopkeeper?"
The youth had an overbearing appearance, forcing the shopkeeper back several steps.
