Dinner finally came to an end.
The disciples leaned back in their chairs, holding their swollen stomachs.
Plates were empty, bowls were stacked, and the restaurant looked like it had survived a war.
Just when everyone thought they could rest, two large creteas suddenly appeared in front of Garion.
The disciples groaned quietly.
"Not again..."
Garion stood up with his usual calm smile.
"Don't look so nervous. This one's not as bad as the last."
He opened the crates. Inside were 101 bottles, each one made of black glass with a faint mist swirling inside.
"Come forward and take one. Everyone gets one bottle."
The disciples hesitated but obeyed. One by one, they stepped forward and picked up a bottle.
When they looked inside, they saw a creamy, black drink that gave off light mist.
One boy sniffed it carefully.
"Huh... it doesn't smell like anything."
Another nodded.
"Maybe this one's safe?"
Dahlia stood beside Garion with crossed arms, raising an eyebrow.
