Marriage, huh…
As Timothy stepped out of the grand hall, a group of elders suddenly gathered around him.
"Heh heh, Timothy, my young friend, I'd like to discuss something with you."
These High Priests, usually so dignified and revered, now seemed oddly humble, and their expressions clearly hinted at something unusual.
"Ahem, I really didn't want to bother you, but the scent of the elixir you crafted at the end… it was like we were young again. We were hoping you could spare us a couple of pills. What do you say?"
Their faces flushed with embarrassment, but despite their awkwardness, the elders shamelessly pressed Timothy for the elixir.
"The elixir I made last time?"
Timothy quickly recalled what they were talking about.
"You elders…"
He hadn't expected that these usually solemn and respected figures weren't as serious as they appeared.