Chapter 485: The Raid

With that thought, Greg gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head back, downing half the bowl of medicine in one go.

It didn't taste as bad as he had anticipated; despite its off-putting smell, the medicine was virtually tasteless, much like a bowl of warm water.

Smacking his lips, Greg touched his beard, sensing something amiss.

"Vivia, how come this medicine doesn't taste like anything?"

"What, you miss the weird taste? If you'd like, I can make some for you, as much as you want!" Vivia glanced over at him, her hands skillfully tying up the braid, "There, how does it look?"

Jelia turned to look at herself in the mirror, a smile appearing on her face: "This braid is really pretty, thank you, Sister Vivia."

"It's still not as good as Howard's, though. I wonder how a man managed to acquire such skill." Vivia sighed, thinking of Howard's proficient movements.