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Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two embraced tightly.
"Brother, I'm really sorry for being late!" John said, glancing around at the onlookers, feeling that his actions were indeed somewhat inappropriate.
Redman did not loosen his grip on John; he slightly lowered his head and leaned in closer to John's ear, whispering, "You really took your sweet time! If it were just the two of us, it wouldn't matter, but look at all these people around us. My old face has taken quite a hit today!"
Hearing this, John hurriedly reassured him, "Don't worry, Brother! Today, I promise to bring you glory!"
With that, he broke free from Redman's embrace, cleared his throat, and began to speak loudly.
"Haha, Brother, I truly apologize! The reason for my delay today is this special gift! I was extra careful on the way here and didn't dare let the carriage go too fast for fear of breaking it."
(This had absolutely nothing to do with his situation with Annie.)
Redman felt a twinge of doubt in his heart; he had no idea what John was up to. However, at that moment, he had no choice but to play along.
"Oh? What kind of gift could be worth such caution?"
(Hmph, you little rascal. If you don't present something impressive enough to save my face, just wait and see how I'll deal with you later!)
John called out loudly, "Number Three, Number Four, quickly bring it over!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards behind him carefully placed a leather case on the nearby dining table.
The surrounding nobles looked disdainfully at the case, not believing it could contain anything valuable. Baron Hyde regarded the box with a look of contempt. (Hmph, what could a serf like him possibly have? It better not be some stinky rock or something.)
Baron Hyde exchanged glances with Baron Leon and saw that their thoughts were similar—just another lowly fellow.
John was oblivious to the disdainful looks from the two portly barons as he reached out to open the case.
"Brother, this is why I was late! It’s so delicate that I didn’t dare open it quickly for fear of damaging it."
(This had nothing to do with his situation with Annie.)
A scent of magic wafted from within. "What is this?" Redman murmured to himself as he sensed a surge of magical energy.
(Magic isn’t exclusive to wizards or magical beasts; even a Magic Potion can possess it.)
The knight below felt as if a pile of broken bottles held some significance. They guessed it might be fine wine, and some knights thought it would be nice to have a drink soon.
John smiled slightly and signaled for Number Four to take action. Understanding the cue, Number Four drew his short sword. The knights nearby instinctively prepared to retreat but soon realized that Number Four had no intention of attacking.
Instead, he dragged the blade across his own arm, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone before everyone’s eyes, ensuring that Redman saw it. He then uncorked a vial of potion and poured its contents into his mouth.
Gulping down the potion, the wound quickly stopped bleeding and began to heal, leaving only a faint scar where the cut had been.
Now everyone understood that this was a Magic Potion, and a good healing one at that.
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