"Talk to me about the Magic Potion Gift."
A voice, indistinguishable between male and female, came from behind. Night Owl subconsciously twisted his neck slightly.
"Don't turn around, or I can't guarantee what will happen to you," the voice continued.
Night Owl's heart skipped a beat, and he froze on the spot.
"Answer my question," Colin continued.
"Okay... okay, sir," Night Owl finally reacted, hurriedly responding, then paused and with a trembling voice asked, "Sir, what did you just ask? I didn't hear it clearly."
"Talk to me about the Magic Potion Gift, and... Mercy."
"Oh... okay, okay," Night Owl organized his language, and spoke like spilling beans:
"Gift and Mercy... Well, originally, there was only the Magic Potion Mercy, which suddenly appeared in the Merci black market about six months ago, while Magic Potion Gift is a new product that appeared just two months ago."
"What else?"
