Enraged, Carol slammed the herb jar against the wall, splashing green liquid all over the room.

Aldenan watched the medicine slowly dripping down the wall and said softly, "What a pity."

Carroll said in a cold voice, word by word, "I owe Miss Barbara one favor, that's all."

Aldenan said with a smile, "Even if you owe her ten favors, everything you've done has already paid off those debts."

Carroll gritted his teeth and growled, "You don't understand!"

Aldenan stared at Carol's face for a long while, then suddenly sighed and asked, "Was it worth it?"

Carol turned her face away and closed her eyes: "What happened between Miss Barbara and me is not a market transaction, nor is it a mercenary scheme. There is no mercenary element, no gain or loss, no price tag. Don't use your pathetic ideas to point fingers!"

Aldenan looked up at the roof and said with emotion, "I will be faithful in love... I always thought the knightly oath was just a formality of loyalty, but, Carol Antarevic, you have shown me living, breathing knightly love. I really don't know whether to call you noble or foolish."

“If you don’t know what to say, why don’t you shut up and let me rest for a moment?” Carroll said in a low voice. “Stop interfering in my life!”

Aldenan scratched his head, stood up with a sullen look on his face, and said to Carol on the bed, "I don't think it'll do any good to persuade you anymore. I'm going to have a drink... And good luck!"

Aldnan slapped Carroll on his wound, eliciting a scream from the latter.

Before the latter could even begin to curse, the werewolf had already darted out of the room.