Bab 82: A dart hitting its mark

Arlo chuckled heartily.

"Why would I not comply with the words of my nephew, the true holder of the recipe?"

Immediately after these words were said, the fire in Arlo's hand jumped out and devoured the last herb.

Enveloped by dark-red fire, it turned to cinders.

Exactly what Vizards said happened.

Floating in the air were ashes with dots of blue twinkling in them.

Seeing them, Vizards furrowed his brows.

If only that boy had heeded his advice, the herb wouldn't have gone to waste.

It was at this moment that he heard a sentence that eliminated the possibility of him disliking Roy.

"Elder, I knew that it can only secrete fluids if roasted by a fourth-level fire, but what I needed was its ashes that had merged with the magic extracts. I used that level of flame to burn it so that I would get the result I desired." With these words, Roy earned his acknowledgment.