39 Felixs Grand Inscription (2/2)
They again sit down at John's desk. John pulls out his most expensive bottle. As he pours them both a cup Felix's eyes light up. ”You're being generous recently you even gave those disciples all those spirit stones,” He said jovially.
John sighs after downing his cup. ”It's pretty depressing. Gardening doesn't pay much you know? At least they can get set up somewhere else,” he stated.
Felix looked at John quizzically. ”You expect them to spend the spirit stones on gardening?” He asked as he downed his own cup. He then held out his cup to John.
John filled his friend's empty cup while looking confused. ”Of course, good fertilizer and plants aren't cheap. Everyone thinks it's easy to garden, but it's a lot of work!” He complains. Flinging his arms at the garden he continues, ”Our budget is never enough and then those bastards complain that we don't have ingredients! It's their fault you know? They see plants in the wild and swallow them whole. It's like they are demonic beasts without brains. If they don't preserve the plants, they'll all go extinct. But then it's our fault when they can't get ingredients for their pills!” John rants while waving the bottle around violently.
Felix rubs his head exasperated. ”No, well I mean won't they use the spirit stones to buy cultivation aids? Like pills and techniques?” he asked the enraged gardener.
”What? Wouldn't that be a waste though?” John halted his flailing with a look of bewilderment on his face.
”Are you insulting them? Any cultivator would want to advance as quickly as possible. You've reached the belfry stage so you should understand.” Felix retorted.
”Why would I understand? Because I've reached the belfry stage? It just takes time and patience to reach this level. Even if this event didn't happen, I could go no further. So what's the point of wasting a bunch of pills?” John asks as he downs some more wine.
”Fine, you're right. I still think they'll use the spirit stones for cultivation though,” Felix gave in as he continued to drink.
They spent the night drinking and reminiscing. Soon the sun rose, and it was time for Felix to make his escape. ”Now listen it's not my fault if the inscription doesn't work. I've done everything correctly. So if it fails you only have yourself to blame. There isn't a need to haunt me,” Felix persuaded.
”I'll haunt you for sure even if it is my fault,” John harrumphed. ”Now get out of here,” he said.
”I guess I won't be seeing you,” Felix says as he turns away. As leaves, he gave a wave without turning around.
”Unless I have to haunt you, good riddance,” John says as he turns away.