Remembering his previous commitment, Walker was merciless, took the wolfsbane potion, looked at the dark brown liquid in the reagent, and hesitated again.
"It's agreed to drink three Gallons once. Don't forget!"
Ivan laughingly threw San Gallon in the past, and then added.
"I have studied almost the formula of the Stellera Poison Potion for a long time. What I lack is the werewolf blood, so I haven't made it yet."
When I said this, Ivan felt depressed. He worked hard to produce the poison, but he had to pay someone to drink it.
Walker now has some confidence, looking at his hand