Mantis, Cicada, And The Oriole.
The girl came back and brought an old yellow sheepskin parchment with her.
She took a deep breath in front of Lith and said, "Dear customer, you must not share it with anyone."
Lith tilted his head.
"Is this the recipe? Did you not bring a dragon clavicle?"
"Huh?" The girl let out a dumbfounded expression. "How could I bring a dragon clavicle? They are not legal or available for purchase."
"Oh." Lith was surprised. 'It seems I was expecting too much. But…'
Lith squinted his eyes and looked at the girl, as if staring right into her soul and made her shudder, not taking the scroll from her yet.
"Why were you hesitant to give it to me before if you didn't have the dragon clavicle?"
"Eh?" The girl froze on her spot and a drop of sweat trickled down her forehead.
Lith raised his eyebrow and waited for her to answer him.
A second later.