A rare-grade healing potion!
Some of the surrounding elves noticed Millie, and their eyes were filled with jealousy. As they were from the other world, they enjoyed reduced privileges compared to humans; thus, the chances of them getting drops were close to zero.
Brutus, who was at the front line, also noticed the crystal-clear bottle filled with crimson liquid in Millie's hands, and his eyes flashed with a dark thought.
If he could get all the items dropped by the monsters killed by humans…
As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, something inside Brutus's head exploded. It was becoming difficult for him to think about anything else.
Not just him—elves were inherently intelligent. Most of the elven soldiers watching this scene had the same thought as their commander Brutus.
How could the sharp and perceptive Evelyn not notice what was going on in their brains?
Evelyn could only sigh.
These stupid people. No wonder the situation of this village is so terrible.
