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Chapter 98
Chapter 98: Potion of Regeneration—So Let's Make an Even Bigger Scene
Imina, wearing brown high boots, strode up to Tang Zheng on her long legs. Without any hint of politeness, she sat down.
Thud!
A bulging coin pouch was placed on the stone table, making it shake.
"Here are 61 silver coins and seven copper coins. The 100 healing potions you gave me have all been sold. This is all of it."
As Imina spoke of the amount, she swallowed slightly, but her expression remained as cold as ever.
"So quickly? It's only been one night," Tang Zheng said with surprise, glancing at the coin pouch.
Imina blinked, her amber eyes holding a peculiar look. "You've been staying here, so you have no idea how popular the healing potions you're making are in the North Market."
"Aside from the strange taste, it has a fishy smell."
At this point.
Imina turned her head and glanced at the weakened troll tied to the stone chair.
This was definitely the most profitable business she had ever seen. All it took was drawing the troll's blood, and then... countless healing potions could be created!
Admittedly.
Thinking this way was a bit disrespectful to the alchemist before her, but the troll's blood could regenerate continuously.
Compared to herbs that needed to be gathered and compounded, this was practically cost-free!
Tang Zheng noticed Imina's gaze and smiled faintly.
He could pretty much guess what she was thinking.
Speaking of which.
This troll had been an unexpected acquisition, recommended to him by Imina acting as a middleman.
Tang Zheng had originally planned to use the two remaining baskets of herbs from his item box. But after encountering this troll, it suddenly occurred to him: if the poison sac of a Gallows Spider could be used to create an alchemy potion, could the blood of a troll, which possessed powerful regenerative abilities, also be used to make potions? He hadn't expected to actually pull it off.
"A correction. They aren't healing potions; they're alchemy potions. To be precise, their name is 'Potion of Regeneration'."
Tang Zheng reminded her as he reached out, took the coin pouch, and, holding it by the bottom, poured all the coins onto the stone table.
Clink~ Clink~ Clink~
A large number of silver coins, mixed with a few copper coins, gleamed with a flowing silver light under the sun.
Imina subconsciously stared at the silver coins rolling on the table.
"As we agreed, eleven silver coins are your payment. Take these seven copper coins as a tip for running the errand."
Tang Zheng separated a portion of the silver coins, pushed them toward Imina, and then put the rest back into the coin pouch.
From the very beginning.
Tang Zheng had never really intended to make money. His true goal was simply to quickly build his reputation and attract Leinas, who desperately wanted to heal her face, which was rotting due to a curse.
Given her situation, she would definitely grasp at any sliver of hope!
In the future, Leinas would join Four Imperial Knights, essentially as a way to find a cure for her curse. She even publicly stated that if someone could cure her, she wouldn't hesitate to attack the Blood Emperor.
Seeing the silver coins in her hand, a clear smile appeared on Imina's cold face.
"How many more potions do you have? I can take all of them," Imina said, her amber eyes shining brightly.
"Are you that short on money?"
Tang Zheng didn't answer directly but asked a question in return.
"Of course, I am." Imina leaned her slender upper body back, speaking very calmly.
As a half-elf born from the union of a Forest Elf and a human, she wasn't well-received by either elves or humans.
At least money was something that wouldn't betray her.
"You've probably drawn some attention by now, haven't you?" Tang Zheng smiled.
"So what if I have?"
Imina lifted her chin nonchalantly. "I'm just a middleman. The real problem lies with you."
"Your 50 gold coins weren't spent for nothing. This is the noble residential area, separated from the Imperial Capital by only the Central Plaza. Even if someone wants to cause you trouble, they wouldn't dare to act here."
"So let's make an even bigger scene," Tang Zheng said with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Imina was taken aback.
"What you need to worry about now isn't whether I have potions, but whether the troll can provide enough blood."
Tang Zheng raised his hand and pointed to the side at the weak troll tied to the stone chair. He reminded her, "You don't really think a troll's regenerative ability is limitless, do you?"
"I'll figure something out."
Imina gritted her teeth and nodded firmly.
Having finally stumbled upon such a great money-making opportunity, she wasn't about to give it up so easily.
"Then I'll be counting on you, Miss Imina," said Tang Zheng.
As a local, the half-elf Imina before him could get things done far more easily than an outsider like him.
Speaking of which.
This half-elf's future was going to be rather tragic.
According to the timeline, in about two years, she would join a Worker Squad called Foresight, founded on the principle of "wanting to earn more money."
A "Worker Squad" could be understood as adventurers who hadn't joined the Adventurer's Guild. Unbound by any restrictions, they could freely accept any quest based on their own preferences and the pay.
As a result.
They became a group of insignificant sacrifices in the conflict between the Baharuth Empire and the Bone King's Great Tomb.
Imina and the squad's captain were captured by the Gastric Vermin King, one of the Five Great Evils of the Sixth Floor. Their bodies were filled with eggs and used as nesting material for its insect swarm.
Another member, a priest, was used as a test subject for the Bone King's memory manipulation experiments, having his memories completely wiped and being turned into a mindless husk.
The most tragic fate belonged to a girl in Foresight named Arche. Her entire body was put to 'reasonable' use.
Her vocal cords were given to Entoma of the Maid Squad, her head to a high-hat demon, her arms were split among the Struggling Undead, and her skin was taken by Demiurge.
What a "reasonable" distribution!
A cold glint flashed in Tang Zheng's eyes. This was no longer a question of whether it was tragic or not.
It was that the living, and the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which represented the dead, had an irreconcilable conflict from the very beginning.
"Hey, what's with that look?"
Imina suddenly felt a strange chill in the air. She actually felt a dangerous aura from the alchemist before her.
This left Imina with a look of shock and suspicion. She realized her previous judgment of Tang Zheng might have been wrong.
"It's nothing."
"I just need to trouble you with one more thing. Investigate among the adventurers and Worker Squads—who among them has suffered serious, disabling injuries?"
"Tell them I've created an alchemy potion with a much stronger effect and that I can try to heal them for free."
Tang Zheng's expression returned to its usual gentleness as he spoke softly.
"N-No problem." Imina cautiously sized up Tang Zheng. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a powerful person.
But that feeling from just now couldn't have been wrong.
Imina didn't linger. She put her black robe back on, nimbly vaulted the wall, and disappeared.
***
Imperial Grand Coliseum.
Inside an incredibly luxurious room filled with all sorts of exquisite weaponry.
The Empire's number one merchant, Osco, stared at the potion on his desk, remaining silent for some time.
After a long while.
The great merchant Osco finally spoke slowly, "Is the appraisal information for this potion accurate?"
"The potion masters from all the major workshops in the Imperial Capital have already appraised it. The conclusion is the same: it's an alchemy potion made with troll blood as the primary material."
"The specific technique is unknown. The potion shops of the major workshops have suffered considerable losses because of this potion's appearance," the middle-aged man, dressed as a butler, reported in a low voice.
The great merchant Osco didn't seem to care about the losses of the potion workshops. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Does the Warrior King know about this?"
"He knows."
The middle-aged butler's voice trembled.
I got held up by something this evening, so there will only be two chapters for today.
Imina, wearing brown high boots, strode up to Tang Zheng on her long legs. Without any hint of politeness, she sat down.
Thud!
A bulging coin pouch was placed on the stone table, making it shake.
"Here are 61 silver coins and seven copper coins. The 100 healing potions you gave me have all been sold. This is all of it."
As Imina spoke of the amount, she swallowed slightly, but her expression remained as cold as ever.
"So quickly? It's only been one night," Tang Zheng said with surprise, glancing at the coin pouch.
Imina blinked, her amber eyes holding a peculiar look. "You've been staying here, so you have no idea how popular the healing potions you're making are in the North Market."
"Aside from the strange taste, it has a fishy smell."
At this point.
Imina turned her head and glanced at the weakened troll tied to the stone chair.
This was definitely the most profitable business she had ever seen. All it took was drawing the troll's blood, and then... countless healing potions could be created!
Admittedly.
Thinking this way was a bit disrespectful to the alchemist before her, but the troll's blood could regenerate continuously.
Compared to herbs that needed to be gathered and compounded, this was practically cost-free!
Tang Zheng noticed Imina's gaze and smiled faintly.
He could pretty much guess what she was thinking.
Speaking of which.
This troll had been an unexpected acquisition, recommended to him by Imina acting as a middleman.
Tang Zheng had originally planned to use the two remaining baskets of herbs from his item box. But after encountering this troll, it suddenly occurred to him: if the poison sac of a Gallows Spider could be used to create an alchemy potion, could the blood of a troll, which possessed powerful regenerative abilities, also be used to make potions? He hadn't expected to actually pull it off.
"A correction. They aren't healing potions; they're alchemy potions. To be precise, their name is 'Potion of Regeneration'."
Tang Zheng reminded her as he reached out, took the coin pouch, and, holding it by the bottom, poured all the coins onto the stone table.
Clink~ Clink~ Clink~
A large number of silver coins, mixed with a few copper coins, gleamed with a flowing silver light under the sun.
Imina subconsciously stared at the silver coins rolling on the table.
"As we agreed, eleven silver coins are your payment. Take these seven copper coins as a tip for running the errand."
Tang Zheng separated a portion of the silver coins, pushed them toward Imina, and then put the rest back into the coin pouch.
From the very beginning.
Tang Zheng had never really intended to make money. His true goal was simply to quickly build his reputation and attract Leinas, who desperately wanted to heal her face, which was rotting due to a curse.
Given her situation, she would definitely grasp at any sliver of hope!
In the future, Leinas would join Four Imperial Knights, essentially as a way to find a cure for her curse. She even publicly stated that if someone could cure her, she wouldn't hesitate to attack the Blood Emperor.
Seeing the silver coins in her hand, a clear smile appeared on Imina's cold face.
"How many more potions do you have? I can take all of them," Imina said, her amber eyes shining brightly.
"Are you that short on money?"
Tang Zheng didn't answer directly but asked a question in return.
"Of course, I am." Imina leaned her slender upper body back, speaking very calmly.
As a half-elf born from the union of a Forest Elf and a human, she wasn't well-received by either elves or humans.
At least money was something that wouldn't betray her.
"You've probably drawn some attention by now, haven't you?" Tang Zheng smiled.
"So what if I have?"
Imina lifted her chin nonchalantly. "I'm just a middleman. The real problem lies with you."
"Your 50 gold coins weren't spent for nothing. This is the noble residential area, separated from the Imperial Capital by only the Central Plaza. Even if someone wants to cause you trouble, they wouldn't dare to act here."
"So let's make an even bigger scene," Tang Zheng said with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Imina was taken aback.
"What you need to worry about now isn't whether I have potions, but whether the troll can provide enough blood."
Tang Zheng raised his hand and pointed to the side at the weak troll tied to the stone chair. He reminded her, "You don't really think a troll's regenerative ability is limitless, do you?"
"I'll figure something out."
Imina gritted her teeth and nodded firmly.
Having finally stumbled upon such a great money-making opportunity, she wasn't about to give it up so easily.
"Then I'll be counting on you, Miss Imina," said Tang Zheng.
As a local, the half-elf Imina before him could get things done far more easily than an outsider like him.
Speaking of which.
This half-elf's future was going to be rather tragic.
According to the timeline, in about two years, she would join a Worker Squad called Foresight, founded on the principle of "wanting to earn more money."
A "Worker Squad" could be understood as adventurers who hadn't joined the Adventurer's Guild. Unbound by any restrictions, they could freely accept any quest based on their own preferences and the pay.
As a result.
They became a group of insignificant sacrifices in the conflict between the Baharuth Empire and the Bone King's Great Tomb.
Imina and the squad's captain were captured by the Gastric Vermin King, one of the Five Great Evils of the Sixth Floor. Their bodies were filled with eggs and used as nesting material for its insect swarm.
Another member, a priest, was used as a test subject for the Bone King's memory manipulation experiments, having his memories completely wiped and being turned into a mindless husk.
The most tragic fate belonged to a girl in Foresight named Arche. Her entire body was put to 'reasonable' use.
Her vocal cords were given to Entoma of the Maid Squad, her head to a high-hat demon, her arms were split among the Struggling Undead, and her skin was taken by Demiurge.
What a "reasonable" distribution!
A cold glint flashed in Tang Zheng's eyes. This was no longer a question of whether it was tragic or not.
It was that the living, and the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which represented the dead, had an irreconcilable conflict from the very beginning.
"Hey, what's with that look?"
Imina suddenly felt a strange chill in the air. She actually felt a dangerous aura from the alchemist before her.
This left Imina with a look of shock and suspicion. She realized her previous judgment of Tang Zheng might have been wrong.
"It's nothing."
"I just need to trouble you with one more thing. Investigate among the adventurers and Worker Squads—who among them has suffered serious, disabling injuries?"
"Tell them I've created an alchemy potion with a much stronger effect and that I can try to heal them for free."
Tang Zheng's expression returned to its usual gentleness as he spoke softly.
"N-No problem." Imina cautiously sized up Tang Zheng. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a powerful person.
But that feeling from just now couldn't have been wrong.
Imina didn't linger. She put her black robe back on, nimbly vaulted the wall, and disappeared.
***
Imperial Grand Coliseum.
Inside an incredibly luxurious room filled with all sorts of exquisite weaponry.
The Empire's number one merchant, Osco, stared at the potion on his desk, remaining silent for some time.
After a long while.
The great merchant Osco finally spoke slowly, "Is the appraisal information for this potion accurate?"
"The potion masters from all the major workshops in the Imperial Capital have already appraised it. The conclusion is the same: it's an alchemy potion made with troll blood as the primary material."
"The specific technique is unknown. The potion shops of the major workshops have suffered considerable losses because of this potion's appearance," the middle-aged man, dressed as a butler, reported in a low voice.
The great merchant Osco didn't seem to care about the losses of the potion workshops. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Does the Warrior King know about this?"
"He knows."
The middle-aged butler's voice trembled.
I got held up by something this evening, so there will only be two chapters for today.
