Chapter 83: Nightmare
"Yea, this, this, and that," Michael pointed out three bottles of potion: a green, a red, and a blue one, which were in clear glass bottles with round bases.
"Only these three, master?" a young boy dressed in sophisticated clean brown attire and a small black hat, holding a book, asked as he approached the potions that were kept on a large wooden rack.
"Yea, just these. I don't think it will be able to survive even with these, so why take others?" Michael said, taking the potions that his disciple brought over to him.
"By the way, master, can I really not see the experiment?" he asked.
"Maybe next time, Ryeun. Right now I'm in a hurry. We can talk about that later." Saying this, Michael dashed away and didn't entertain his disciple's request. This was the best thing he has ever done in his entire life!
The moment Michael stepped inside the prison, he felt a weird chill.