The carriage stopped at the back door of the temple.
Ellie Miller discreetly took out a waterskin that had been filled with the 'Divine Concealment Potion' long ago.
She uncorked the waterskin, and feigning nervousness, tilted her head back, gulping down all the divine concealment potion inside.
Winsley did not suspect anything.
Some Drow never enter The Spinner's Temple in their lifetimes. They spend their entire lives without earning Her Majesty the Queen's favor.
But today, under his benevolent charity, these lowly-born merchants were able to step into Her Majesty's temple.
Heh, it'd be surprising if they weren't driven mad with frenzy.
Soon, another female merchant also anxiously gulped down a bag of water.
Young Master Craven smirked with unmistakable sarcasm, withdrew his gaze, and pushed open the carriage door to step down.
Once out of the carriage, it was as if his second persona suddenly awoke.
