"Brother Dylan, don't take it off, have a sip first."
Watching Dylan, who had finished tidying up the camp and was about to take off his clothes, Keroro handed over a pot filled with Magic Potion.
"Big Brother Keroro, it's not good to always do this..."
After passing through two cities, both of which had Monitoring Arrays set up, Dylan couldn't enter to resupply, so he had to conserve the Magic Potion.
However, thanks to his Racial Transformation Talent, Keroro could avoid the inspection of those low-level arrays and never lacked supplies along the way.
But these days, Dylan had been drinking Keroro's Magic Potion, and he felt quite embarrassed.
"No worries, if you go naked and attract attention, it puts us both at risk. Don't be so polite; it's just a little Magic Potion."
Dylan scratched his head, took a few sips of the potion, and then pulled out a few gold coins from his pocket.
