Chapter 976

"Sweetie, I'm not feeling too well today, so I can't keep you company. Once I'm better, I'll make it up to you!" "Oh." Catherine gave a resigned nod and was about to leave. Her eyes fell on the staff holding a gilded basin—something worthy of a monarch. Peter lifted the lid, and an indescribable stench immediately filled the air. She peeked inside and saw that it was, unmistakably, genuine excrement—still steaming. Was he really about to consume something so revolting? Then, with a strange expression, he turned to the others and said, "Everyone, out! No one comes in without my permission." Once the hall was empty, he pinched his nose and slowly opened the lid again. Staring at the foul-smelling contents, he was at a loss for words. This was a remedy prescribed by an unorthodox healer, Jase Zabala, whom he had sought out. He had heard Jase had deep expertise in treating impotence, so Peter had gone to him in desperation. For his condition, Jase believed he had excessive in