The sum was not large enough to arouse malicious intent, but sufficient to achieve the effect of "softening someone's resolve with money."
"Here..." After the attendant received the silver, he weighed it in his hand and curled his lips.
Two seconds later, his demeanor and tone softened, "Alright, alright, come in..."
As he stepped aside to let them enter, he suddenly realized that there weren't three people outside but four; he hadn't noticed Terrell standing outside due to the dim light from his oil lamp.
"Wow, why is this one as black as charcoal?" The attendant couldn't help blurting out without any filter.
Just as Huang Donglai and the others were pondering over an excuse to gloss over this issue quickly...
"No offense, sir, but this is my alchemy apprentice, who has been working in the Alchemy Room for years and has been blackened by the smoke," Instantly, an odd yet unarguable explanation was provided by Budongzi.
