เข้าสู่ระบบBy the time Andrew left the Robertson residence, it was already evening. After running around all day, he first went to Iron Sword Sect, where he spent half the day talking in circles and taking all kinds of risks. Then, he dealt with the Robertson family. That part, at least, was not too bad. Once he understood what they needed, it was not hard to get a grip on the situation. Vernon had hit a bottleneck in his cultivation and was getting old. That meant he was practically waiting for death. It was a closely guarded secret within the Robertson family, but Isabelle clearly did not treat Andrew as an outsider since she had mentioned it to him a while ago. She had been worried sick about Vernon and came to beg Andrew for help. He did not make things difficult for her and told her straight up that only the highest-grade Life-Sustaining Elixir could help someone at Vernon's level. Low-tier pills, tonics, or rare herbs were all useless. However, even for Andrew, the Life-Sustaining
Andrew's smile was radiant. "Same old formula, same old smell. Go ahead and massage. I've been pretty tired lately. If you do a good job and make me feel comfortable, I'll arrange for that Life-Sustaining Elixir for your grandpa." Emir exploded. "In your dreams!" Saul roared, "Do as he says, right now!" He felt bad for his son, but not enough to stop him. Smelling someone's feet was a small price compared to the Life-Sustaining Elixir. Isabelle tried to comfort him. "Emir, just give Andrew a foot massage. He can make the Life-Sustaining Elixir for Grandpa… That's huge! You're not really losing anything. Besides, your temper's always been too fiery. Maybe this'll help you cool down a little." Emir was speechless at her reasoning. Eventually, he still forced a smile and said, "Wow, you're so thoughtful, Belle." He grabbed Andrew's foot and began pressing down. In his mind, he imagined the foot as two soft stress balls. He squeezed, then squeezed harder. If only he could cr
A spark of excitement flashed in Saul's eyes. "That's not a big issue. As long as you're willing to make the elixir for the Robertson family, that's all that matters." Andrew corrected him immediately. "Mr. Robertson Senior, you've got it wrong. I'm helping Belle, not the Robertson family. I'm not some self-sacrificing fool. After the way Mr. Robertson treated me, you think I'd still help the Robertsons? You've got to be kidding me. Anyway, bye, Belle." Seeing that Andrew was really about to leave, Saul quickly shot a meaningful look at Emir. Emir understood what that meant. Though he looked conflicted for a moment, he hurried forward and called out, "Andrew, wait a second. We can talk this out." Andrew did not even turn around. "There's nothing to talk about. I don't like you, and I don't feel like wasting my breath." Emir cursed under his breath, "This bastard's getting full of himself!" But out loud, he forced a grin. "What happened earlier was just a misunderstanding. A
Andrew scoffed. "What? What about me? I already let you off the hook before when you tried to meddle. But now, I'm done. Get as far away from me as you can. The Robertson family already made it clear they're not working with Sovereign's Apothecary anymore, but you're still hanging around here putting on that face. Don't you feel ridiculous?" Theon was so furious he nearly screamed, looking like he wanted to swallow Andrew whole. Emir, on the other hand, was stunned. He thought Andrew really had some guts to confront someone like Theon head-on. Sure, he was old-fashioned, but he was still Sovereign's Apothecary's chief alchemist, a renowned figure in Chetvine, and a respected guest among countless influential families. What he did not know was that Andrew viewed Theon as nothing more than a small-time player, hardly worth mentioning. "Now then, Mr. Robertson, do you believe what I said earlier?" Andrew turned to Emir with a smile. Emir hesitated for a moment before reluctantly
Andrew said, "Medicine God's Covenant being unknown is only for now. Besides, let's talk business. The Robertson family needs high-grade elixirs, and Medicine God's Covenant can provide them. Our prices and quality are far superior, and you can compare us with anyone. So tell me, Mr. Robertson, if you refuse to cooperate, are you not being foolish?" Emir was completely thrown off and quickly raised his hand. "Wait, hold on. You're saying the Medicine God's Covenant has advantages in both pricing and quality. Nonsense! What advantage are you talking about? You just expect me to take your word for it?" Mikayla and the others smirked coldly. Finally, Andrew had met someone just as sharp-tongued as himself. No matter how clever he was, going against Emir was bound to end badly. However, Andrew seemed oblivious to Emir's condescending gaze. He replied, "If I dare to claim that our elixirs have an edge, then I obviously have the confidence to back it up. Besides, this is the Robertson
"Mr. Robertson Senior, it's an honor to meet you," Andrew said calmly as he stepped into the grand hall and bowed slightly. Saul's tone was cold. "No need for formalities. Tell me, what brings you to my home?" Andrew smiled faintly. "Then I'll get straight to the point. I came to discuss a potential supply deal for elixirs." Saul frowned. "Elixirs? What kind of game are you playing, Andrew? Don't tell me you actually want to do business with my family?" Andrew nodded. "That's exactly what I mean." Saul let out a sharp laugh. "Do you even have the capability for that? Do you know the level of people my family works with? Not to mention the obvious bad blood between us. Don't you think you're being a bit delusional? Or is it that life in Chetvine's getting too hard for you?" His words were highly aggressive, but Andrew remained calm and composed throughout. "Mr. Robertson Senior, if I didn't have the confidence, I wouldn't have come here. You might not know this, but Medi







