David's words struck like lightning, awakening the dreamers, especially the impoverished High Elf conscript prisoners of war.
For a moment, it seemed as if a sparkling mountain of gold had been piled before their eyes.
However, some of them, discovering for the first time that the Healing Potions they routinely stocked as military supplies were actually extracted from dragon dung, immediately turned pale.
But, constrained by the fact that their slave master was a dragon, they could only suppress their disgust as their stomachs gurgled.
"Is the Anger Potion similar?"
