After sending off a large wave of spies, the Minotaur eagerly ran up to Ellie Miller.
"Boss, should we brew another batch of Flying Potion?"
Ellie Miller: "..."
"Didn't you complain to me a few days ago that the Flying Potion's reputation was tarnished and wouldn't sell anymore?"
She looked at the excited Minotaur with an indescribable expression.
Bakin exclaimed, "Yes! Thank the gods for their mercy! They've directly sent us such a large wave of 'quality customers'."
[A bunch of big fools~~]
Ellie Miller: "..."
It's not the gods who showed mercy, it's just a bunch of royal capital idiots.
Bakin: "Hey, weren't you the one who taught me that the customer is the God of The Radiance!
Now the God of The Radiance has demands!
Can we not fulfill them?
So, can we order a batch of Flying Potion?"
Ellie Miller waved her hand, "If they finish trying it out and don't want to come back and skin you alive, it would be considered them being polite and civilized."
Bakin: "..."
