"Crystal Vial?"
It was a sudden question, but Uncle was just being Uncle, not asking anything in return, "How many do you want?"
"Eh?!"
Bailuo had originally just intended to ask Uncle for the location of the crystal vials so she could go buy some or perhaps steal some to bring back.
But Uncle's reply left Bailuo quite astonished, "We have crystal vials?"
"We didn't before."
Uncle, while puffing on his cigarette, said nonchalantly, "But didn't you guys raid that merchant caravan some time ago? There were a few crystals in it, and with nothing better to do, I crafted a few cups and vials."
"You know how to do crystal craftsmanship?"
Bailuo thought to herself that Uncle truly was omnipotent—was there anything he couldn't do?
"Just a little bit, I'm not an expert."
That phrase sounded oddly familiar, but Bailuo didn't ask further; having a vial was sufficient, "I need a crystal vial that can breathe, it's for a use."