Imina, wearing long brown boots, strode with her slender legs to Lyle and sat down without any politeness.
Bang!
A bulging money bag was placed on the stone table, making it tremble.
"Here are 61 silver coins and seven copper coins. The 100 healing potions you gave me have all been sold. This is all the money."
As Imina spoke of the coin count, her throat slightly bobbed, but her expression still looked cold.
"So fast? That was only one night."
Lyle glanced at the money bag, surprised.
Imina blinked, her amber eyes showing a strange look: "You've been staying here, so you have no idea how popular the healing potions you're making now are in the North Market."
"Except for the strange taste, there's a fishy smell."
Speaking of this.
Imina turned her head and looked at the weakened, feeble ogre tied to the stone chair.
This was definitely the most profitable business she had ever seen. All she needed to do was extract the ogre's blood, and then she could make many healing potions!
Alright.
Thinking like that was indeed a bit offensive to the alchemist in front of her, but the ogre's blood could regenerate continuously.
Compared to herbs that needed to be collected and prepared, it was practically cost-free!
Lyle noticed Imina's gaze and chuckled softly.
He could guess what she was thinking.
Speaking of which.
This ogre was actually brought to him by Imina, acting as a middleman, and he unexpectedly got his hands on it.
Lyle had originally planned to use the two remaining baskets of herbs in his toolbox, but after encountering this ogre, he suddenly thought, if the executioner spider's venom sac could be used to formulate alchemical potions.
Then, could the blood of an ogre, which naturally possesses strong regenerative abilities, also be used to formulate potions? He never expected to actually pull it off.
"A correction, it's not a healing potion, it's an alchemical potion. The exact name is 'Regeneration Potion'."
Lyle reminded her, reached for the money bag, grabbed the bottom, and 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 luster under the sunlight.
Imina subconsciously stared at the rolling silver coins on the table.
"According to our previous agreement, eleven silver coins are your reward, and these seven copper coins are your errand fee."
Lyle separated a portion of the silver coins, pushed them towards Imina, and then put the remaining silver coins into his money bag.
From the very beginning.
Lyle never really thought about making money. His true goal was simply to quickly increase his fame, thereby attracting Renners, who had always wanted to treat her face, which was rotting due to a curse.
Given her situation, as long as there was hope, she would definitely try!
In the future, Renners joined the Empire's "Four Knights," essentially to find a way to treat her curse, and even publicly stated that if she could cure the curse, she would not hesitate to attack the Blood Emperor.
Imina looked at the silver coins in her hand, a clear smile appearing on her cold face.
"How many potions do you still have? I can take them all."
Imina's amber pupils sparkled.
"Are you very short on money?"
Lyle did not answer directly but asked back, "Of course I am."
Imina leaned back, her slender upper body resting against the chair, and spoke calmly.
As a half-elf born from the marriage of a forest elf and a human, she was not well-regarded by either elves or humans.
At least money wouldn't betray her.
"You should be targeted by now, too."
Lyle chuckled.
"So what?"
Imina raised her chin indifferently, "I'm just a middleman. The real problem is with you."
"Your 50 gold coins weren't wasted. This is a noble residential area, separated from the imperial capital by just Central Plaza. Even if someone wants to cause you trouble, they wouldn't dare to act here."
"So, let's make it even bigger."
Lyle smiled.
"What do you mean?"
Imina was stunned.
"What you need to worry about now isn't whether there are potions, but whether the blood provided by the ogre is enough."
Lyle raised his hand and pointed to the side at the weak ogre tied to the stone chair, reminding her, "You don't really think an ogre's regenerative ability is infinite, do you?"
"I'll find a way."
Imina gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously.
She wouldn't give up on such a rare opportunity to make a lot of money.
"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Imina."
Lyle said.
The half-elf Imina, as a local, was much more convenient for doing things than he, an outsider.
Speaking of which.
This half-elf's future encounters were quite tragic.
According to the timeline, she should join a worker team called "Four Eyes" in two years, with the motto of "wanting to earn more money."
The so-called "worker team" can be understood as adventurers who have not joined the Adventurers' Guild. They are not bound by any restrictions and can freely accept any commission based on their preferences and money.
As a result.
They became insignificant sacrifices between the Baharuth Empire and the Bone King's Great Tomb.
Imina and the leader of the worker team were filled with insect eggs by the Hungry Fox Worm King, one of the Five Evils of the Sixth Floor, and used as nesting material for the swarm. Another priest was subjected to memory manipulation experiments by the Bone King, his memory erased, turning him into a complete useless person (useless person).
The most tragic was the girl named Arche from "Four Eyes," whose entire body was rationally utilized.
Her vocal cords were given to Amarat, one of the maid group's insect sisters, her head to the High Hat Demon, her arms were equally divided by the Struggling Undead, and her skin was taken by Demiurge.
The distribution was truly rational!
A chill flashed in Lyle's eyes; this was no longer a matter of tragedy.
Rather, there was an irreconcilable contradiction between the living and the "Great Tomb of Nazarick," represented by the dead, from the very beginning.
"Hey, what kind of look is that?"
Imina suddenly felt a chill in the air for no reason. She actually felt a dangerous aura from the alchemist in front of her.
This made a look of surprise appear in Imina's eyes. She realized that her previous judgment of Lyle might have been wrong.
"Nothing."
"It's just that I need to trouble you with one more thing: investigate which adventurers or worker teams have severe physical injuries or disabilities among them?"
"Just say that I have created a more powerful alchemical potion and can offer them free treatment."
Lyle's expression returned to a gentle look, and he spoke softly.
"No, no problem."
Imina carefully glanced at Lyle. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a formidable person.
But the feeling just now couldn't be wrong.
Imina didn't linger either. She put on her black robe again, agilely scaled the wall, and disappeared.
Imperial Grand Arena.
In an extremely luxurious room, adorned with various exquisite weapons.
Oscar, the Empire's wealthiest merchant, looked at the bottle of potion on his desk, somewhat silent.
After quite a while.
The great merchant Oscar slowly spoke: "Is the identification information for this potion accurate?"
"The alchemists from the major workshops in the imperial capital have all identified it, and the conclusions are all the same: this is an alchemical potion made with ogre blood as the main ingredient."
"The specific craftsmanship is unknown. The potion shops of the major workshops have suffered considerable losses due to the appearance of this potion."
The middle-aged man dressed as a butler reported softly.
The great merchant Oscar seemed indifferent to the losses of the potion workshops. Instead, he hesitated and asked, "Does the Martial King know?"
"He knows."
The middle-aged butler's voice trembled.