Big Pancake Face prattled on in praise of the Potions, ceaselessly painting a picture before Red Blood Rose of a future where both their guild and Red Blood Rose would win.
"The future you fantasize about requires one premise—you must have the technology to replicate this kind of medicine."
Perhaps a bit impatient with Big Pancake Face's endless talk, Gordon's gaze sharpened, suddenly turning imperious,
"Although Plague Company Sir recommended you to us, this does not mean that we fully believe you possess the capability to produce this kind of Potion."
The smile on Big Pancake Face's face did not disappear; instead, he became more obsequious, "I wonder if the gentlemen from Red Blood Rose are aware of the Revive Elixir that once circulated on the market.
That was the masterpiece of our research facilities; our development capability far surpasses what you may imagine.
