Additionally, Reine instantly understood why Abel had become like this.
The pain of losing a beloved spouse must be absolutely heart-wrenching!
"Last week, Molly was killed by a cultist while she was at church,"
"What!" Reine's pupils contracted, he hadn't expected that among the people who died at the church last week, Molly would be one of them.
"Reine, you came this time...?"
Reine mumbled hesitantly, knowing it was not the right time to speak up, but after thinking it over, he said, "Mr. Abel, I would like to learn how to make potions..."
Abel waved his hand dismissively, "I'm not in the mood to make potions right now, let alone teach you."
"However... if you really want to learn, you could try self-study."
Abel took a journal from the room and said, "This contains some of my experiences in potion-making. If you truly have the talent, it should be of some help to you."
Reine immediately took it, feeling a bit disappointed but expecting as much.