Ainz glared at that man’s companion through his slit visor.
“Ah, that’s true…”
“But…”
“Never mind, it doesn’t matter who, just compensate me for the potion… the price was 1 gold and 10 silver coins.”
The men lowered their heads; it didn’t look like they were able to pay the money. Thus the woman looked at Ainz again:
“As expected. Of course they won't have any money, considering the way they're drinking. With such a flashy armor, you must have some potions, right?"
Ainz understood why the woman was asking him for compensation. This was a rather difficult case.
After thinking for a while, Ainz braced himself and asked:
“I do have some… but that was recovery potion correct?”
“That’s right. I worked for every drop–“