The young man boasting a broad forehead was outside a breath later; judging by the echoing footsteps, he was sprinting away. In under two minutes, he returned alongside another bastard whose vessel was as thin as a tree branch.
"Teach your boy some damn discipline; he clamped onto my arm and refused to let go!"
Although the newcomer appeared to be the same age as Bonbi, his cadence was identical to bastards the same age as the shop owner. The ridges framing his slanted eyes were this bastard's most distinct feature, and if you stared intensely, you could witness them glowing intermittently.
"You need to analyze this elixir!"
The shop owner didn't give a damn about what his guest was spewing; he actively opted to issue a command dictating what he needed to execute.
"Why the hell should I? What am I extracting in return?"
