Nerida's face immediately grew wary.
She took a step back.
"Young Master, perhaps you should reconsider?"
Aaron Sinclair gave a sly smile. "Aunt Nerida, look how nervous you are. I never said I refined them myself."
Nerida patted her chest. "Oh my god, you scared me to death."
The Young Master was just too much of a menace when it came to Alchemy; she was practically traumatized. Her Spirit Beast, Wuwu, was still bald and had only just started to grow a bit of fuzz back a few days ago.
"A while ago, I 'found' a batch of Elixir Pills. They're not bad. I'll have them distributed to the disciples later to help them improve their strength."
Nerida looked at him.
"'Found'?"
Her face was a picture of disbelief.
