Looking at the potion bottle, Richard's lips twitched. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into hearty laughter.
"Mr. Finn, you are truly worthy of being the Clan Leader of the Gant Family. Your strength in soul-related matters is deeply admirable."
"You flatter me, Mr. Charles. This is merely mutual cooperation," the old man beside him said, a hint of pride on his face.
As Richard forcefully removed the cork to drink, his fingers suddenly went slack, and the glass bottle fell, shattering on the floor.
Both men were momentarily stunned, staring in unison at the potion spreading across the floor.
Hearing the commotion, Elizabeth walked in from outside. "Charles, what happened?"
Richard suddenly moved, scratching the back of his head as he looked around in confusion. "Huh? Has anyone seen my fishing rod? It was right here. I have to go fishing, or all the good spots will be taken."
