Eliza was stunned by Merlin's words. She looked up at the boy and saw him smiling playfully.
"You…" The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. Only now did she realize how foolish and absurd her question had been.
Merlin, who could obtain a perfect gold-level potion, obviously wouldn't want to share it with others. The potential profit was far too great.
Just imagine if a single potion like this became known—within minutes, a huge commotion would break out.
Although she didn't know whether Merlin had thought of this, her gut told her he had.
Letting out a small sigh, she smiled wryly and said, "I'm starting to doubt whether you're the same boy as before. Why are you suddenly so smart and mature?"
It was surprising to see Merlin act this way. After all, children were usually innocent and eager to share what they knew.
No—from the start, none of this made sense. How could an eight-year-old possess a perfect gold-level potion?
