At her question, Merlin once again thought of Tharvis.
"That…" He frowned. "Actually, there's something I didn't tell you, Master. When I offered him the chance to grow, he was very enthusiastic. But he remembered his grandmother and decided to reconsider."
Tharvis' talent was exceptional, and it would be a shame to waste it. But Merlin also knew that forcing him would backfire.
He didn't know what Tharvis' life had been like before meeting the main character. However, judging from their previous encounter, it was clear he had lived in misery.
Linda sighed regretfully. "All right, I understand. Let's just wait for the next few hours. If he doesn't come, then it's not his or our luck. But if he does, then that will be his chance to rise."
Honestly, she was very curious about how the boy named Tharvis could concoct potions with just a pot. It sounded impossible, but she knew her disciple wouldn't lie to her.
