Mullen looked at the rough clay bottle in Fang Hao's hand, opened his backpack, and took out a glass bottle with an elixir.
"Drink this!" Mullen said.
Fang Hao wasn't seriously injured, but he had consumed a considerable amount of magical power.
After examining the healing potion in Mullen's hand, he shook his head and gave a signal to Hoyle.
Hoyle was the leader of this team, and in the future, Mullen would rely more on Hoyle's protection.
He was not far away, dressing wounds while commanding the soldiers to take action.
The cost of producing the healing potion was pretty high, so it was difficult for ordinary soldiers or leaders to own such a potion.
Mullen immediately understood Fang Hao's intention, and quietly said, "Thank you, Commander Hoyle, for saving me just now."
At the same time, he handed over the healing potion he held in his hand.
Hoyle turned around and looked at Mullen somewhat surprised.
He didn't expect Mullen to express gratitude.