Chapter 61: The Poison Master Triumph
The boy swallowed, regaining his composure. A slow breath escaped his lips, though his fingers still twitched from the near disaster. He straightened himself, brushing off the momentary lapse in control.
"Thank you," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of relief.
Without another word, he reached out, this time carefully taking the vial from the mage's outstretched hand. In a swift motion, he tucked it safely into his inventory, ensuring no further mishaps.
His focus immediately shifted back to the Mushroom King's Crown. The moment of tension had passed, and his excitement surged once more.
He cradled the crown in his hands, his fingers running over the fine craftsmanship. The weight of it, the feel of its cold metal against his skin. it was intoxicating. His lips curled into a pleased smile, his voice barely above a murmur.
"I finally have it for myself… It truly is a wonderful day."