Chapter 521: Responsibility

Instead of naming an exorbitant price and having Sean accuse him of extortion, it was better to just give it away for free and ask for nothing.

That way, Sean would owe him a favor.

Or rather, Liss would owe him a favor.

A favor from a Grand Mage would be enough to keep the Long Night Union safe during the time before his own breakthrough.

But how could Sean not see through his scheme?

‘That old fox,’ he cursed inwardly. ‘Cunning as they come.’

‘He thinks a few stalks of True God Grass are enough to make my maid work for the Long Night Union?’

‘Not a chance.’

“If you won’t name a price, I’ll decide what to give you,” Sean said after a moment’s thought. “How about this? We’ll do it according to the rules of Mysticism: a barter of equal value. That way, no one can say I’m taking advantage of you.”

The Night Watcher sneered, “As if you have anything good to offer.”

He wasn’t a reasonable man, either. A barter was fine, but only on the condition that he found the offer acceptable.

If Sean just sent him a pile of Low-Tier Magic Potions, they wouldn’t just be useless to him—they’d take up space.

The Night Watcher was already prepared to refuse.

Sean said, “I’m using the True God Grass to concoct a Magic Potion, so I’ll give you a Magic Potion in return.”

“A Witch Blood Potion. How does that sound?”

The Night Watcher: “I don’t want… Huh?”

“Wait.”

He suspected he had misheard. “What did you just say? What potion?”

Sean rolled his eyes and repeated, “The Witch Blood Potion.”

“You heard me right. The one that strengthens the body, fundamentally increases Magic Power conversion efficiency, and allows a Wizard to break through and become a Grand Mage—the Witch Blood Potion.”

The Night Watcher: “…”

Sean: “Hey, hey, are you listening?”

The Night Watcher: “…”

Sean: “Did the surprise knock you stupid?”

The Night Watcher: “Heh.”

After a long silence, he suddenly let out a cold laugh. “Do you think I believe a word of your nonsense?”

Sean: “?”

The Night Watcher’s tone grew heavy with meaning. “A young man should be honest and keep his feet on the ground. Don’t just read about some potion in a book and then go around making boasts. For Sopea’s sake, I’ll let it slide this time. But don’t joke with me about things like this in the future.”

It was just like the last time he’d heard the Holy Temple Ruins still existed and followed Sean to World’s End with his men.

And what was the result?

His disappointment was as great as his hope had been.

“I won’t fall for the same trick twice,” the Night Watcher said. “That’s all. I have other business. I’m hanging up.”

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

Sean: “?”

‘That old coot still doesn’t believe me?’

His face fell as he grumbled, “Just you wait! I’ll shove a Witch Blood Potion in your face one of these days!”

Liss gently poked Sean and asked, “Master, do you really have a Witch Blood Potion?”

Sean: “What do you think?”

He asked, disgruntled, “You don’t believe me either, do you?”

“No, no, no! I believe you! I believe anything Master says,” Liss said quickly. “I just mean, if you really do have a Witch Blood Potion, you should give it to the Lady of the House first.”

“The True God Grass is valuable, but it’s nothing compared to a Witch Blood Potion. If we really have to, my sister and I can just go to the Long Night Union and help him wipe out another family. Master, you should just keep the Witch Blood Potion.”

Sean immediately understood what she was doing.

‘She’s helping me placate my sister-in-law.’

Sean snuck a glance at Elvire.

Sure enough, after hearing what Liss said, the young woman’s expression softened considerably.

The main reason was that the medicine to save Elise was now secured. On top of that, hearing Liss address her as “Lady of the House” showed that Liss knew her place. If she, Elvire, were to remain angry, she would just be making a scene for no reason.

After all, you don’t hit someone who’s trying to make peace.

So Elvire took the olive branch, letting out a soft huff. “I’m not in a rush. Pay back the Night Watcher’s favor first.”

‘Liss had been wrong about something, though.’

‘The value of an item isn’t determined by its objective price, but by how badly someone needs it.’

‘To them, this was something that could save Elise’s life. No price was too high to pay for that.’

‘On the other hand, since Sean could describe the effects of the Witch Blood Potion, he had to know how precious it was. Yet he was still willing to give it to the Night Watcher. It showed his thinking was the same as hers: Elise’s life was far more important than a single Witch Blood Potion.’

Hearing this, Sean’s expression turned solemn. He said to Liss, “Did you hear that?”

“Your Lady of the House is the one who understands me.”

Liss immediately gave Elvire a deferential bow. “Your teachings are wise, Lady of the House. I will remember them.”

Elvire: “…”

‘Don’t be like this.’

‘She had just taken her anger out on Liss, yet Liss was being so respectful, calling her “Lady of the House” over and over. It made her look petty.’

“All right, that’s enough chitchat,” Sean said, cutting the conversation short. He turned to Lante, who was still observing Elise’s condition. “I’ll send the True God Grass over as soon as it arrives. The rest is in your hands, Mr. Lante.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Sean.” Lante smiled and stood up. “Then I’ll take my leave.”

“Don’t move Miss Elise. Just let her lie here. Turn on the air conditioning, cover her with a quilt, and keep her body temperature stable.”

Sean nodded. “Got it.”

He gave Eleanor a meaningful look, and she immediately went inside to get a blanket.

“By the way, that Charles kid has been talking about you nonstop lately,” Lante added with a smile. “If you have a moment, you should send him a message.”

“Sure, I’ll message him tonight,” Sean said.

Lante’s comment reminded him that it had been a long time since he’d contacted his number one anti-fan and resident Alchemy Genius. He’d just been too busy lately—either dealing with important matters or spending time with his wife—and hadn’t had a spare moment to think about anything else.

“And don’t forget to take your medicine,” Lante reminded Sean one last time before taking his leave.

He’d put a great deal of effort into concocting the Magic Potions he’d brought this time. If it weren’t for Elise’s current situation making it inappropriate, he would have been nagging Sean to take them already. He wanted to see the effects of his creations for himself.