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Redman shrugged it off, even poking his head out of the carriage window, reassured that as a Transcendent, he was immune to such trivial troubles.
After the carriage had traveled a bit further, John decided he needed to share what had happened today. After all, some things were better said than left unspoken; if discovered later, no amount of explanation would suffice.
"Brother, someone approached me today."
Redman didn’t take it seriously and joked, "Which young lady? Is she pretty?"
"He's a man," John replied helplessly, looking at Redman. How could this guy be so out of touch? He had none of the aloofness he had when they first met.
Upon hearing it was a man, Redman smirked mischievously, teasing John. "I didn’t know my little brother had such charm that a man would take a liking to you."
Redman was well aware that many noblemen favored other men; this was hardly surprising in aristocratic circles.
"No, brother, you’ve misunderstood! I’m not looking for romantic encounters! You should stop listening to those poetic tales!"
At that moment, John truly realized what kind of person Redman was—just a closet romantic.
Redman seemed flustered and stammered in defense. "Cough, cough! What nonsense are you spouting? I don’t like those guys’ stories! Hurry up and tell me what happened!"
John wasn’t interested in idle chatter; he quickly recounted his encounter with Grinstowas, the Noble Youth, outside the banquet hall. He feared Redman might misunderstand and emphasized that he had firmly declined the other’s invitation.
"Brother, I haven’t caused any trouble, have I? That guy won’t be angry at you because I rejected him, will he?"
Redman was equally uncertain about how to handle the situation. Perhaps he couldn’t be sure either.
Who knew if this Grinstowas fellow was petty enough to hold a grudge? Some people would resort to violence just because someone didn’t pay them any attention. While Redman wouldn’t specifically target anyone, he tended to think of the worst-case scenario regarding others.
"My brother should represent our family tomorrow. I’ll ask him then if there’s any issue."
Redman could only rely on his family; he couldn’t strike up a conversation with Marquis Duvas either.
"It seems we have no choice but to proceed this way. Thank you for your concern," John said with a resigned expression. At that moment, he truly couldn’t think of a better way to resolve the predicament they faced.
Just then, Redman seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, John, didn’t you mention wanting a Magic Wolf Heart for crafting healing potions?"
John's heart skipped a beat at those words. When he had asked Redman for the Magic Wolf Heart, he had told a little lie, claiming it was for brewing a healing potion, when in fact he intended to use it to concoct the far more precious and rare Magic Wolf Bloodline Knight Potion.
Now, hearing Redman mention it, he instinctively nodded, forcing himself to appear calm.
"Yes, brother, I wonder if—"
Before John could finish his sentence, Redman continued, "I made sure to ask around at the banquet I attended today. Guess what? Several nobles actually have Magic Wolf Hearts! They encountered the Magic Wolves while clearing out monsters on their journey, but unfortunately, those hearts aren't very fresh. They said they would send someone over with them tomorrow."
John could hardly believe his ears. He never expected that Redman would remember his request after just attending a banquet and would find leads on the Magic Wolf Heart so quickly. A warm feeling surged within him, leaving him deeply touched.
"Brother! Thank you so much!" John's voice trembled with excitement.
"Cut that out!" Redman waved his hand dismissively, chuckling. "Who are we kidding? I'm your big brother; how could I not care about your matters?"
He couldn't stand John's overly sentimental and pretentious demeanor.
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