“Bro, this is actually not bad at all.” Donti smiled and said, “No matter what effects it has, we can still make money off it.”
Milo was unhappy about this. He whispered, “Is this a matter of making money? How many sincere gratitudes can I even get from this?”
Milo understood that if he relied on this effect of the medicine to sell it, then the chances of gaining the sincere gratitude of others would be much lower than through saving people’s lives. It was only people like Old Bane who desired to reinject some intimacy back into their private lives who would show their gratitude to him.
Besides, was his motive to make money?
No, he still needed people’s gratitude more. Without it, he would not be able to get more black medicine.
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