157: What Do You Desire?
"So… for the last time… You're saying it's because of your class... Poison Warlock that you have such a high level of poison resistance?"
"How many times do you want me to repeat what I said. You're old, not deaf."
In a room that looked like a slightly messy laboratory, Corey and old man poison sat on wooden chairs, both with their own expressions and emotions.
Corey currently had his hands covering his eyes as he held his forehead which was throbbing painfully. A frustrated and pained expression appeared on his face as he gave a snarky reply towards his master's repeated question.
"Do not speak to me like that ever again. I'm your master, so you should treat me with respect.
Just because I'm interested in your class and poison resistance, doesn't mean you can disrespect me."
With a tone that contained no jokes and only utmost seriousness, old man poison spoke causing Corey to glance at him for a few seconds.