"The two pills should be worth quite a bit of money. I hope you gentleman will take it and spare my life."
As Darryl spoke, he had a smile on his face, and he looked relaxed.
The art of Elixir in the Cryolet Continent had been lost for almost a thousand years. Even a mere pill like the Spirit Returning Pill would be worth a lot of money.
'Haha…'
Looking at the two pills in Darryl's hand, Rachelle's eyes flickered, and deep down, she could not help but sneer.
'Darryl isn't stupid. He actually thought of using those pills to save his life.'
On the other hand, Alfredo and the subchiefs were shocked. They were lost for words as they stared at the pills in Darryl's hand.
The art of Elixir had been lost for almost a thousand years, and the guy in front of them had two pills. How could they not be shocked?
A few seconds later, Alfredo was the first to gather his thoughts. He could not hide the excitement deep down as he stared at Darryl.
"Is this the Spirit Returning Pill? Can it quench the meridians?"
'If this is really effective, then these could be used at critical moments.'
Darryl grinned when he heard that question. "Of course. My life is in your hands now. How would I dare to lie to you?"
Alfredo nodded in agreement and exclaimed excitedly, "Okay! Bring it here."
Darryl grinned and took two steps forward as he was about to hand over the Spirit Returning Pills.
Suddenly, Rawlins' eyes flickered and stopped him. "Boss, there are many bad people in the community. How would we know if he's really giving us the Spirit Returning Pills? What if these are poison?"
As Alfredo's most loyal subordinate, Rawlins was extremely cautious in everything he did. Moreover, he was an intelligent man. Previously, thanks to his suggestion, the entire cottage had avoided a few ambushes.
After hearing what Rawlins said, Alfredo inhaled deeply and looked at Darryl with a solemn face. "Dude, are you trying to poison me? Tell me honestly."
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