Chapter 38: The battle revolves around me?

"is your father an apothecary by chance?” one of the apothecaries present in the room looked thoughtful as he observed the slightly green oil in the 50-cl bottle. "but I haven't heard of or seen an apothecary who can make a divine elixir like this. Do you mind if I ask for your father's name?” the middle-aged apothecary asked.

“Maybe I have seen or heard of him somewhere before.” He continued. The three others in the room paused whatever it is that they were doing as they stared at charlie intently. Waiting curiously for him to answer the question.

Seeing that Charlie was being bullied by these Old men, Becky opened her mouth to talk but the old physician was faster than her.

"he does not wish to talk about his father, you can all go back to your position.” The old physician dismissed them.

"Can I see the oil in your hand?” The old physician asked and Charlie gave it to him.

“I’m sorry, but I can only give one-quarter of this oil to the physicians' tents. That’s the only oil I have le