“W-What time is it?”
The voice was so hoarse as if he had not drunk anything for years.
“Eight at night.”
The other voice was so brusque as if he did not want to talk.
The two figures were lying on the floor, so worn out that they looked like pieces of rags. The first one was covered with bruises. His eyes could barely stay open. He could not even move normally. The second one was the same, but with so many curses and abnormalities that he could barely feel alive!
They lay on the floor with their heads next to each other. Wisana tried to give another man the blue potion to get rid of the curses, but it was so hard for him as if he was trying to climb a mountain bare-handedly.
“My last one. If you want it, trade with your pixie potion.”
“Can’t I get one for free?”
Shindanai said while clumsily passing Wisana the pixie potion. It was the most struggling trade in history.