"Then you've come to the right place. Not to boast, my skills are renowned in the capital. Just a moment, it'll be ready soon."
A radiant smile seemed to perpetually adorn the face of the other side.
Palansi's heart was laden with guilt; he received the grandest welcome in the capital, yet now he was about to force the other party to drink a bottle of uncertain origin and effect Magic Potion. He knew it was Kadela's doing—those dangling puppet strings were his forte.
The God of Trickery's methods were unpredictable; perhaps even the Saints would become controlled puppets.
The other side was completely unguarded against him and turned into the kitchen.
"Go wash your hands."
The Little Octopus suddenly leaped onto Miss Keroy's head and, under her somewhat puzzled gaze, wrapped its tentacles around her eyes. She could only comply with the Little Octopus's wishes and took it to wash hands.
Palansi was left alone here.
