Moss let out a snort.
He didnât interfere with Melonâs fruit feast, instead setting about preparing medicine on his own.
After a while, Melon, still munching on strawberries, approached Moss.
âWhat do you want, kid?â Mossâ tone was indifferent.
Melon held up a large strawberry in one hand and blinked at Moss.
âCan you change my voice back? I donât want to sound like an adult.
Iâm still just a child.â
Moss, flask in hand, didnât respond to Melonâs voice.
He simply kept adding the materials and liquid into the flask.
âYou are the best grandpa in the world!â Melon, his voice sprightly, burst into a spontaneous song.
âYou are perfect and treat me well.
Without you, I am left with trialsâ¦â
Despite his childish appearance, Melonâs voice resembled that of a young man, his earnest gestures seeming almost heartfelt.
Yet, Moss remained unmoved, ignoring Melon.
Undeterred, Melon kept singing, filling the room with his melody.
He didnât believe Moss would be so indifferent, especially after he had brought him strawberries as a treat.
Time wore on.
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Eventually, weariness overcame Melon.
His throat parched from singing, and he fell silent, while Moss continued with his experiment, immersed and undisturbed.
Seeing this, Melon felt his confidence falter, and he hung his head in frustration.
Why had Melon stopped?
As Moss shook the medicine, he stole a glance at the young boy.
Just a moment ago, hadnât he been singing joyfully? Turning around, Moss noticed the boyâs gloomy expression.
He paused for a brief moment before he began reciting a series of potion codes to Melon.
Melon looked up, puzzled.
âWhat are you saying?â
âIâm swamped,â Moss replied, focusing back on his flask.
âYou should make the antidote to change your voice back using the potion codes I just gave you.
You need to do it yourself.
If you get it right, youâll be able to change your voice successfully.
If not, well, thatâs on you.â
At that, Melon understood Moss.
He scowled and muttered, âYouâre really heartless.â
Moss didnât even bother to respond, implicitly agreeing with Melonâs accusation.
Seconds later, Melon dashed off.
Moss assumed the young boy was upset and turned to look for him.
To his surprise, he found Melon dragging a table across the room.
Climbed onto it, the boy intently studied the potions, mimicking Mossâ earlier actions with a grave expression on his youthful face.