How Did You Know That?

“This little bit will do? Are you certain?”

Chen Xiaolian clenched his fist tightly. He had made a cut on his palm and his blood dropped down into the cauldron.

After roughly ten plus drops, Merlin opened up his palm and handed a piece of dirty cloth over.

“Wrap it up yourself.”

“And here I thought…” Chen Xiaolian regarded the dirty piece of cloth and showed no hesitation in throwing it aside – if he were to use it to wrap his wound, he might end up contracting tetanus.

“Did you think I would be using a lot of blood?” Merlin gave a harrumph. “I am a warlock, not a vampire.”

“There are over 8,000 men in this army. Even if a little bit of my blood is needed for each, I think there won’t be enough to go around even if you suck me dry,” said Chen Xiaolian with a wry smile.

“You are mistaken.” Merlin shook his head, but his eyes remained fixed upon the cauldron.

After the drops of blood were added inside, the potion that had turned bluish green in colour gradually turned clear.