How could this man handle his customers in this manner?

Was sleeping more important to him than making money?

Soon, they saw a frail old man holding a newspaper on a rocking chair “Mr. Gregory," Maria greeted the old man.

As soon as the old man saw her, he immediately sat up.

“Maria? Is that you?"

Isla and Grover became more confused when the old man called Maria's

It turned out that this was not Maria's first visit here. Otherwise, how could this man know her? The two had the same thought.

“Mr. Gregory, I want to buy some herbs." Maria smiled politely at the old man.

"Got it."

The old man pointed somewhere.

There was a small space in the shop where herbs were stacked.

“Everything you want is in there."

“You two wait here while I go in and get some herbs," Maria said to Isla and Grover.

"Got it.”

Isla and Grover nodded and stayed in place, in spite of their confusion and curiosity.

After Maria walked in, Gregory remained on his rocking chair and Looked at Maria's servants arrogantly.

"A rookie and another rookie," he said to their hearing.

Grover first thought the man was talking about Isla alone.

But when he added the second part, it was obvious that he was talking about him too.

“What?" Grover exclaimed. It was a little difficult for him to stay silent. "Am I the one you're calling a rookie?"

“Well. who do you think I'm referring to?"

Gregory returned in a relaxed tone and rocked his chair gently.

“You are only at Level three. What gives you the idea that you aren't a rookie?"

Grover's mouth went dry after Gregory said this.