Abel was clicking his tongue, impressed. “The recipe for the Yellow Shrive should have been lost in time, only for me to encounter one here, today… The sun has yet to set on traditional Draconia medicine!”
“Traditional Draconia medicine?” Yed scoffed in obvious contempt.
Abel snorted in turn. “Boy, don’t think that traditional Draconia medicine loses out to foreign medicine. The only issue is that most of our discipline has been lost in time—otherwise, foreign medicine cannot even hope to catch up to our pride!”
“No, Mr. Loggins. I’m just curious,” Yed groaned. “From the way you said it before, my father’s condition was beyond saving, and now you’re saying that a simple pill can bring him back to life?”
“Yes!” Abel exclaimed confidently.
With that, they watched as a servant picked up the powdered remains of the Yellow Shrive carefully.
However, just as he mixed it with water and was about to feed it to Ciril, Hal whipped out a pebble out of nowhere and threw it squarely at his face!
The servant fell with the bowl he was holding, its contents spilling everywhere—there was no recovering anything this time!
As everyone stared in shock and the air in the room turned stiff, Hal was laughing loudly and pointing at the servant. “Dad, just look at his face! Hahaha… It’s killing me…”
Abel, fuming and bristling, bellowed, “It seems that the boy is too spoiled, and there’s no chance of saving Mr. Janko now. In that case, I have no reason to stay. Farewell!”
As Abel turned to leave, Hal was laughing even more loudly. “Oh, geezer! Why are you leaving? Aren’t you going to save Grandpa?”
“Bastard!” Lothar could kill Hal right then, but he had priorities and rushed to Abel, pleading, “Please, just wait… Mr. Loggins…”
Their voices faded into the distance, but Lothar eventually returned, scowling.
“Lothar? What did he say?” Paula asked tentatively
Lothar merely shook his head, too frustrated to speak.
Meanwhile, the servant earlier was bawling in fear and slapping himself endlessly. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Janko! I-I deserve to die…”
“You mook! You can’t even hold a bowl steady!” Yed bellowed furiously. “What do I even keep you around for?! Someone get in here, and cut him into tiny pieces!”
“Hold it!”
Ned suddenly bellowed as he strode up, bracing himself against Yed’s glare.
He was suddenly no longer his usual stammering, cowering self as he demanded coolly, “What did he do wrong? Shouldn’t we be punishing a certain brat instead?!”
“What?!” Yed’s brow furrowed at his words, bellowing, “What the fuck did you just say, Ned?! I’ll kill you!”
“Funny, that’s what I was going to say!” Ned bellowed, pointing at Yed’s nose and scolding him back.
“Y-You… How dare you!”
