Grandfather Kian spat again, his eyes blazing with fury."Go on! Ansel saved my life. You owe him gratitude and respect, regardless of what you think of him."Chris balled his fist, he seethed with anger.How could he of all people apologize to Ansel? Grandfather even wanted him to give gratitude."Grandfather, yes he saved you, we know that but...Just take a good look at him, he...he doesn't have_""What do you mean 'he doesn't have...'?" Grandfather Kian roared, his fury rising with every second that passed.Thora sensed the tension in the room and knew that it was time to intervene before things escalated further. "Grandfather," Thora began, her voice laced with concern. "Please, keep your voice down. I don't want you to worsen your condition." She turned her focus to Chris, her eyes blazing with an intensity that could rival her grandfather's. "Everyone here witnessed what Ansel did for our grandfather. He saved him, and yet you wanted to hit him? How dare you? Have you no shame?

Ansel shook his head uninterestedly before turning back to look at the old blade before him.He had no interest in Clara or her family, knowing full well that they were nothing but trouble. Clara’s anger spiked as Ansel dismissed her, making her blood boil.The blatant disregard for her and the Arlington's only served to fuel her indignation, her knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists in frustration. Ansel was the reason for everything, if he hadn't told the police about Kelvin then she wouldn't have to go visit Kelvin every night in the cell.The Arlington's had taken a huge hit, and it was all because of Ansel. His actions had caused their once-thriving business to plummet to the bottom of the rankings. Companies didn't work with them anymore.Feeding was now a problem and they had to bring their precious items to sell in this little shop.It was their best bet and if they took it somewhere else, they might be chased out immediately.Mrs Arlington also stared daggers at Ans

Mrs Arlington, clearly exasperated, turned her focus on the shop owner. “If you're looking for someone to hold accountable, it should be Ansel. It’s absolutely absurd that you’re keeping us here when it was clearly Ansel who broke the plate and not us. This is ridiculous!” Her tone grew more impassioned as she continued her ranting.She wanted to get out of the shop as soon as she could.Even Clara was starting to get worried, she thought of a best solution and decided to quickly offer it to the shop owner."How about we leave our belongings here, including the ones that we intended to sell?"Mrs Arlington was shocked to hear her daughter's words.She said with a snort. "Stop trying to save his ass Clara, you are divorced. Even if he can't pay for it, he will end up paying for the money in prison."At this time, the shop owner dropped his phone into his pocket.He had just ended the phone call with the police officers and they were on their way, they would be there.At the sound of Cl

Ansel's lips curved up into a smirk.Most of the ancient knowledge that he had always wanted to practice had miraculously merged together with his brain.He didn't even have to open a book to remember the cures and treatments for anything.Suddenly Ansel remembered that he was here for a reason.He needed to get the devil's breath before it was too late.Ansel walked around the shop, his eyes scanning every corner of the shelves.His face lit up like a Christmas tree, a wide grin spreading across his features. "Bingo!" he exclaimed, the excitement evident in his voice. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he spotted the white sack containing the coveted devil’s breath.The devil’s breath was made up of what appeared to be a cluster of purple balls, from which a spooky, smoky substance emanated. The substance was thick and hazy, adding a supernatural quality to the herb.And that was why it was called the devil's breath. It breathed out purple smokes.Ansel approached the devil’s breath wi

The police officers and the Arlington's left in shame after getting a small amount of money from the necklace.The rest of the money went for the compensation of the broken plate.Ansel stood alone, the quiet shop was broken only by the clatter of the shop owner’s broom and dustpan as he went about the task of cleaning up the shattered remnants of the plate. A glimmer of hope sparked in Ansel’s mind as he recalled his newfound “repair” skill. If his memory was correct, he now possessed the ability to fix the broken pieces, potentially undoing the damage.It was among one of the numerous skills that he had unlocked.Ansel thought it would be a good decision to test out his new skill by repairing the broken plate.He just needed to get it right on the first try even though there was evidence of doubt in his heart.He knew that he could still try his luck.The shop owner was about to start sweeping the broken pieces when Ansel said casually."Don't throw them away! I can fix it."The s