"Watch the heat, a little slower, yes, just like that. Add so chili, a little more... What's the use? I mainly want to drink sothing spicy tonight."
The Raven still acts as if it's not human.
However, Little rlin clearly has adapted to his lifestyle.
"Isn't there a kind of magic potion that makes you stronger after drinking it? The kind that makes you stronger in all aspects?" Little rlin suddenly spoke up, curiosity in his tone tinged with a yearning to be reckless.
"Hmm?"
The Raven tilted its head.
Little rlin simultaneously shrank his neck.
He initially thought the Raven would reprimand him and start punishing him.
However.
Unexpectedly, the Raven flapped its wings.
"Of course there is! I applied for the patent of that magic potion ten thousand years before you!" Saying this, the Raven sohow conjured a wooden box out of thin air.
"Look at these magic potions; they're all good stuff. So can enhance your physical abilities, making you stronger; so can deepen your perception and operation of magic power, making your magic more potent." At this mont, the Raven seed like a salesman. It opened the box, and inside were nine bottles of magic potions, each a different color.
After hearing the Raven's introduction, Little rlin's eyes imdiately lit up.
Ian, observing this mory, was no different.
"I want it, Lord Raven. I'm just suited for this way of getting stronger." Little rlin carefully picked up a bottle of potion and scrutinized the liquid inside.
"Does it really work?"
His tone carried a hint of eagerness.
"Of course it works! Anything I produce is top-notch!" The Raven assured confidently, so Little rlin eagerly opened a bottle and drank it down in one gulp.
Ian didn't know how it felt afterward.
He only saw Little rlin's whole body shiver a few tis.
"This effect... it's amazing!" Little rlin exclaid with excitent, eyes full of delight.
The Raven smiled proudly, its tone laced with a hint of pride. "Of course! This is my ticulously concocted magic potion, and I've already thought of a na for it, 'Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin'!"
rlin froze for a mont, his smile suddenly stiffening.
"Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin? This na... doesn't sound very auspicious..." Sohow, he felt a bit of a bad on, and his heart jumped to his throat.
"The na is just a code; what matters is the effect! Don't worry, there are absolutely no side effects! I drink it myself, so why would I harm you? At most, if you drink too much, there might be so side effects... But don't worry, it's not a big deal!" The Raven's tone remained confident, but upon hearing this, Little rlin didn't dare to drink anymore.
"I love training; I just want to beco stronger on my own."
He seed to have realized sothing.
He silently put down the other potion bottles in his hand. In truth, Little rlin was indeed smart, and Ian's expression upon witnessing this scene was equally remarkable.
"..."
He didn't even know what to say.
He just kept glancing at the top of the Raven's head.
There really was a pointy bit there.
And at this mont, as Little rlin sat back in front of the campfire and resud brewing the hotpot base for the Raven's dinner, he suddenly spoke after a brief silence.
"Lord Raven, why exactly are you teaching these things?" Perhaps this was a question that had been simring in Little rlin's heart for a long ti, and today he finally found an opportunity to ask.
Upon hearing this inquiry.
Ian clearly felt rlin's emotions beside him fluctuate. He imdiately realized sothing and quickly focused his attention, looking at the mory scene unfolding not far away.
Only to see.
The Raven softly spoke.
"Do you want the truth or a lie?"
It seed uncharacteristically serious.
"Of course the truth."
Little rlin stopped stirring the Crucible.
He seriously stared at the Raven in front of him.
Just to see.
The Raven's golden eyes slightly flickered.
"It's complicated... The main reason is, when you owe history a debt, you must repay history the sa type of debt." Its voice carried a hint of somberness.
Little rlin showed a puzzled expression of incomprehension.
"What do you an?"
He continued to ask.
Then.
Ian heard the Raven's response, which was as astonishing as ever.
"Simply put... I once encountered a destined-to-be-great wizard, and then I ended him, so... you understand now, right?"
The Raven's voice.
Gently echoed through the winter forest.
It seed.
Other than Ian, who was spaced two thousand years apart, no fourth person should know. This fact could roughly be inferred from the subtle emotional fluctuations of rlin beside Ian.
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