Bab 482: Chapter 79: One and a Half Spells_3

Winters snorted lightly.

His words just now had been too presumptuous, and he knew his reasoning was flawed.

Moreover, the sudden solemnity of the old shaman made him feel as awkward as a naughty child caught in the act.

Truth be told, Winters was taken aback: Brother Reed's eyes seemed to see right through him.

The carriage became quiet, with only the snoring of Little Lion.

"Cough, but well, you know." The old man revealed a cunning smile, "If I told them bull dung could cure ailments, they might give it a try."

"Bang!"

The carriage door was kicked open.

Winters stormed off in anger.

The sleeping Little Lion was startled by the sound of the door being kicked, leaping up instantly from the seat, his mane bristling and his claws fully extended as he looked around warily.

"It's all right, it's all right." Reed soothed Little Lion gently, "Did you get startled into puffing up too?"

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