Chapter 256 - 189: The Journey of the Central Administrative Province (Part 2)_2
And when it comes to the taste of Magic Potion, Malin could only shake his head, because that stuff really tasted bad, and honey couldn’t be added: "It’s somewhat bitter."
To be honest, Colin told him, when taking the Detective Magic Potion, depending on the strength of one’s belief, different intensities of low whispers would appear. Believers usually had an easier time, while all that Malin heard were from some self-proclaimed War God, some guy called a loving father, some self-styled artist, and some guy whose words you couldn’t trust, not even the punctuation marks, making their presence known in his head.
Although it was noisy, it was completely different from the bewitching feeling Colin mentioned.
...Maybe it’s because these four gentlemen didn’t offer the right terms, after all, they were all writing rubber checks. Having been battle-hardened on Earth, what kind of clickbait apps hadn’t Malin seen? Would he believe such nonsense like choosing the War God meant guaranteed victory in battle or the kind old father offered immortality online, or those who believed would get a beautiful girl to warm their bed?
What, you say there’s one more?
That guy’s words, you shouldn’t even trust a punctuation mark of his, whoever does is a fool.
"Somewhat bitter?" Logan cocked his head, seemingly finding it hard to believe.
But he had no choice but to believe—after all, who was Malin? His talent was known to all, his strength was there for all to see; if he said the potion was bitter, then it most certainly was.
"But what else is there besides being bitter?" Logan continued, maintaining his curiosity.
"Just the low whispers of the Evil God, I guess. Their words are not reliable at all, or rather, not even the punctuation marks are." As Malin spoke, he took the fruit platter handed over by Miriam: "Thanks, Miriam, you’re becoming more and more adorable."