"You're mistaken."
The old man frowned.
"How?"
"These pills do not have ninety-five percent purity."
Kyrian pointed at the bottle.
"Look again."
Kyrian's firm tone and the certainty in his voice caused a trace of displeasure to appear on the old man's face. His eyes narrowed.
'Who is this young man to tell me how to do my job?'
Even so, he picked up one of the pills. This time, examining it more carefully.
Several seconds passed. His expression froze. His eyes widened.
"What?"
He brought the pill even closer to his eyes, so close that it nearly touched his nose. Then he abruptly stood up.
"This..."
His voice came out louder than he intended.
"This is a perfect pill!"
Several nearby people immediately turned to look.
"A Rank 3 Blood Recovery Pill."
"Perfect purity!"
The old man seemed genuinely shocked. Quickly, he removed the other pills from the bottle.
One. Two. Three. Four. Until there were ten. Then he froze. In disbelief.
"All... All of them are perfect."
