"I need some medicinal materials to cure Roland's illness, so I have to go to buy them on the black market."
Helle looked at Ramses' face and answered honestly.
"I will go with you."
Helle refused without thinking. "You have a cold. You should go back and have a good rest."
She was worried about Ramses. He had caught a cold and shouldn't go out. What if something bad happened to him?
Ramses knew what she was worried about. He looked at Helle's face and gave a gentle smile. "Don't worry. I'm fine."
He knew about his body. He would be fine.
Helle looked at his red face and felt worried.
She felt that it was not a cold, but more like a fever.
"Don't worry. I'll let you know if I feel uncomfortable."
After Ramses finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and set off.
The black market was located in the suburbs. It was a quiet place, and ordinary people had no access to it.