In front of the Star Eyes Clan's residence, Gordon handed Yang Yu a bottle of Magic Potion as deep and dark as the Star Sky.
"That feather of yours, where on earth did you get it?
I took it to make potions, and that old granny kept nagging and asking non-stop; my head was spinning from her questions.
I've been an adventurer for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen a feather like that.
I even asked the well-informed Sena, and she didn't know either."
Taking the Potions, Yang Yu played it off vaguely:
"It's something I got in that Hall of History.
I never knew how to use it before.
After looking into some information, I figured I should use it to make a Magic Potion. That's why I asked you.
I owe you one."
Gordon smiled faintly. "Don't say things like you owe me.
If you really feel you owe me, then just bring me more interesting little toys.
If you don't have any, don't worry about it.
I know what you're all doing. Honestly, I think you're pretty amazing.
