"Go!"
After walking along the muddy path for a short while, the two stopped in front of a rather spacious courtyard.
"Sir," Jie whispered, "this is the place."
Hmm. Carl nodded. With a gentle whisk of his long sleeves, an invisible force tore the area apart.
Lesser Mage's Hand!
BOOM!
"Who is it?"
The loud noise caused unrest among the people in the courtyard. A white-bearded Wizard holding a Magic Wand looked towards the gate.
Seeing Carl, his expression shifted slightly, then returned to normal.
"Mr. Karl," he said. "What brings you here?"
"Harold!" Carl said darkly, throwing two bottles of ineffective healing Potions at the other's feet. "These Potions were acquired from you. How do you explain this?"
"My Potions have issues?" Harold picked up the Potions. After inspecting them briefly, fury appeared on his face. "Mr. Karl, what makes you say these Potions came from me?"
