262 Drilled Equipment

Black Wind stared at Abel passing the soul potions to Rib Bone No.1 with its eyes wide open. How come it didn't get anything? He began to ruthlessly rub his head against Abel.

"Now now, Black Wind, don't be naughty. I'll make sure to put aside your share!" Abel felt like a parent lying to a kid about tooth fairies. He had to constantly comfort Black Wind.

Abel left Black Wind and White Cloud 3 bottles of 'soul potion' each, so he could do anything he wanted with the 6 bottles he had left. In the past, he felt inclined to drink these soul potions because of how beneficial they were to the mind. However, now he realized that not drinking these soul potions was even more of a waste since their power could not be fully utilized.

Regardless, he should still be studying something with his time. He had the 2 recipes from Master Mara, and most of the "Introductions to Crafting Magic Staff" had not been looked into too deeply.