Chapter 96: Regeneration Potion: So Let's Make It Even Bigger

Imina stepped forward in her brown knee-high boots, her long, slender legs moving as she walked up to Tang Zheng and sat down without the slightest hint of formality.

Bang!

A bulging money pouch was placed on the stone table, causing the surface to vibrate.

"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 the number of coins, her throat moved slightly, though her expression remained as cold as ever.

"So fast? It’s only been one night," Tang Zheng said, glancing at the pouch in surprise.

Imina blinked, her amber eyes holding a strange look: "You’ve been staying here the whole time, so you have no idea how popular the healing potions you’re making are over at the North Market."

"Except for the taste being a bit strange, with a fishy smell."

Speaking of which.

Imina turned her head to glance at the troll tied to the stone chair, which was now significantly less energetic and quite weak.

This was definitely the most profitable business she had ever seen; one only needed to draw the blood from that troll, and then... one could produce many healing potions!

Well.

Thinking this way was indeed a bit offensive to the alchemist Mr. before her, but a troll's blood could regenerate indefinitely.

Compared to those herbs that required gathering and preparation, it was practically cost-free!

Tang Zheng noticed Imina’s gaze and smiled lightly.

He could actually guess what the other party was thinking.

Come to think of it.

This troll was only obtained by accident because Imina, acting as an intermediary, had pushed the idea onto him.

Tang Zheng had originally intended to use the remaining two baskets of herbs in his item box, but after encountering this troll, he suddenly thought that since the poison sac of a hanging spider could be used to formulate alchemical potions.

Perhaps the blood of a troll, which naturally possessed powerful recovery abilities, could also be used to formulate potions; he hadn't expected to actually succeed.

"A correction: it is not a healing potion, but an alchemical potion. The accurate name is 'Regeneration Potion'."

Tang Zheng spoke up to remind her, reached out to take the money pouch, 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 emitted a flowing silver luster under the sunlight.

Imina stared subconsciously at the silver coins rolling on the tabletop.

"According to our previous agreement, eleven silver coins are your commission, and these seven copper coins can be considered your errand fee."

Tang Zheng set aside a portion of the silver coins, pushed them toward Imina, and then put the remaining silver coins back into the pouch.

From the very beginning.

Tang Zheng had indeed not thought about making money; his true purpose was only to quickly raise his fame, thereby attracting Renner, who had always wanted to cure her cheeks that were rotting due to a curse.

Given her situation, as long as there was hope, she would definitely come to try!

In the future, Renner joining the Empire's "Four Knights" was essentially a way to find a cure for her curse; she had even publicly stated that if she could cure the curse, she would attack the Bloody Emperor without hesitation.

Looking at the silver coins she had obtained, a hint of a smile clearly appeared on Imina’s cold face.

"How many more potions do you have on hand? I can take them all." Imina’s amber pupils brightened.

"Are you that short on money?"

Tang Zheng did not answer directly, but asked instead.

"Of course I am." Imina leaned her slender upper body back and spoke very calmly.

As a half-elf born from the union of a wood elf and a human, she was not well-regarded in the eyes of either elves or humans.

At the very least, money was something that would not betray her.

"You must be targeted by people now, too, right?" Tang Zheng smiled.

"So what?"

Imina raised her chin indifferently, "I am just an intermediary; the real problem still lies with you."

"Those 50 gold coins you spent were not in vain. This is the noble residential district, separated from the Imperial Capital by only one central plaza. Even if someone wants to cause you trouble, they wouldn't dare take action here."

"Then let’s make it even bigger." Tang Zheng smiled.

"What do you mean?"

Imina was stunned.

"What you need to worry about now is not whether there are potions, but whether the blood provided by the troll is enough." Tang Zheng raised his hand to point to the side, at the weak troll tied to the stone chair, and reminded her: "You don't really think a troll's recovery ability is infinite, do you?"

"I'll find a way."

Imina gritted her teeth and nodded forcefully.

Having finally encountered a chance to make big money, she didn't want to give it up just like that.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Miss Imina," Tang Zheng said.

The half-elf Imina before him, as a local, was far more convenient to work with than he, an outsider.

Come to think of it.

This half-elf’s future encounter was quite miserable.

Calculating by the timeline, in two years, she would join a worker team called "Foresight," whose philosophy was "wanting to earn more money."

So-called "worker teams" could be understood as adventurers who had not joined the Adventurer's Guild; they were not bound by anything and could accept any commission as they pleased based on their own preferences and money.

As a result.

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They became a group of inconspicuous sacrifices between the Baharuth Empire and the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Imina and the leader of the worker team were filled with insect eggs by one of the Five Worst of the Sixth Floor, the King of the Eater-of-Eaters, and used as nesting material for the insect swarm.

Another divine magic caster was subjected to memory manipulation experiments by the Bone King, emptying their memory and turning them into a complete vegetable.

The most miserable was the young girl named Arche in "Foresight," whose entire body was rationally utilized.

Her vocal cords were given to Entoma, one of the Pleiades, her head was given to a high-hat demon, her arms were split between the struggling undead, and her skin was taken by Demiurge.

The distribution was truly rational!

A cold glint flashed in Tang Zheng’s eyes; this was no longer a question of whether it was miserable or not.

It was that an irreconcilable contradiction existed from the very beginning between the living and the "Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick," which represented the dead.

"Hey, what is that look in your eyes?"

Imina suddenly felt an inexplicable chill in the air; she had actually sensed a dangerous aura from the alchemist before her.

This caused suspicion to show in Imina’s eyes; she realized that 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 or worker teams to see who has suffered severe physical trauma or disabilities."

"Just say that I have created a more effective alchemical potion and can try to treat them for free."

Tang Zheng’s expression returned to a gentle look as he spoke softly.

"No, no problem." Imina carefully sized up Tang Zheng; no matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a powerful person.

But the feeling from just now could not be wrong.

Imina did not linger any longer; she put her black robe back on, nimbly vaulted over the wall, and disappeared.

The Imperial Grand Arena.

Inside a room that was incomparably luxurious and filled with various exquisite weapons.

The Empire’s greatest merchant, Osk, looked at the bottle of potion on his desk, somewhat silent.

For a long while.

The great merchant Osk finally spoke slowly: "Is the appraisal information for this potion accurate?"

"The pharmacists from the major workshops in the Imperial Capital have already appraised it, and the conclusions are all the same: this is an alchemical potion made using troll blood as the primary material."

"The specific craftsmanship is unknown; the potion shops of the major workshops have suffered quite a few losses due to the appearance of this potion," the middle-aged man dressed as a butler reported in a low voice.

The great merchant Osk seemed unconcerned about the losses of the potion workshops, but instead hesitated before speaking: "Does the Martial King know?"

"He knows."

The middle-aged butler’s voice trembled.

Something came up in the evening that delayed me a bit; only two chapters today.

(End of chapter)