“Do you know what is in this sachet?" Raphael questioned Jon with a cunning look on his face.
Jon kept quiet as he was unsure about Raphael's intention.
“I bet you are staying silent because you have no idea," Raphael correctly concluded.
He then mocked, “A pitiful peasant boy like you would never have a chance to see pills like these. You should thank me right now."
Jon desperately attempted to recall all that he had read about pills. However, he indeed had not come across the pills that Raphael held in his hand.
“These are made using my family's secret recipe, a priceless heirloom passed down for generations," Raphael smirked. “You poor boy cannot even dare to dream about having such a thing, much less see one."
Jon kept his chin up and firmly said, “I do not need such a thing."
