Chapter 238: Finished Potion and Meditation Ointment, Making Big Money? You Thought Too Much

Previously, when in Sasi County, everyone killed a significant number of Parasitic Vine Monsters and obtained a large amount of plant sap from within the monsters; although this material from the monsters is toxic, as long as it is processed by herbalists, it can be turned into a potion ingredient that has beneficial effects for Humans.

After research, Zuojigela discovered that this monster material could be used to formulate three different types of potions; the two of them had discussed this intermittently several times before, with Jier providing the funds, a safe environment, and the raw materials, while Zuojigela provided his skills and production capacity to formulate the potions according to Jier's requirements.

Jier's requirement was to have one batch of each of the first two types of potions, which could provide combat buffs to Warriors, prepared for his subordinate Warriors, while all the remaining monster material was to be formulated into the third type of miraculous potion, which might sell very well.

"Lord Jier, these are the two types of potions prepared for every Warrior in our team, according to your requirements."

Zuojigela and Jier were simply sitting on a large piece of cloth spread out on the ground; the pitch-black cloth was quite hot after being baked by the sun, and it faintly emitted a bloody smell—this item had been seized from Bandits previously, and Jier had used it that very night to assist in processing the huge carcass of a water-spraying crocodile; even though Zuojigela's two wives had washed this cloth repeatedly afterward, it still emitted a bloody smell.

But one peculiar thing was that this cloth, having been soaked in the flesh and blood of the water-spraying crocodile, was actually not easily approached by mosquitoes and insects; those little things were clearly afraid of the powerful Monster aura.

Zuojigela had his wives bring over two small, exquisite Wooden Boxes; after opening them, dozens of small potion bottles made of thick, crude glass were carefully placed inside, and the mouths of the bottles were tightly plugged with corks to prevent the potions inside from evaporating or spilling out.

"My Lord, these are the two types of potions that can be used by the Warriors. The potion in the box with the green mark can boost the healing effect of the Warriors' physical wounds; there are no side effects, but because of this, its effect can only speed up wound healing and cannot achieve what Priests do, using miraculous Divine Art to heal wounds instantly."

The Herbalist pointed to the Wooden Box on Jier's left; this Wooden Box was marked with green paint on the outside, and a pattern of an Herb was drawn on it, letting people know at a glance that this thing could be used for medical treatment.

Jier had not personally used this thing or had his subordinates use it, so although he knew the effect of the potion, what it was specifically like would have to wait until it was used in the future.

"The potion in this box with the yellow mark is a potion that can quickly restore the physical strength of Warriors whose stamina is exhausted. I am very sorry, because when I was buying glass potion bottles in the town, I bought the same style of potion bottles all at once, and I didn't expect that the effects of these two potions would be different, but because the raw materials used are mainly plant sap from the Parasitic Vine, it is difficult to distinguish them by taste and potion color after the two potions are finished. Therefore, I prepared two such different boxes."

After speaking, the Herbalist apologized to Jier apologetically.

Jier waved his hand and looked at the box with the yellow mark; a yellow Bread mark was drawn on the top of the box, and one could tell at a glance what the potion inside was for.

"You have done very well; this little trouble is nothing. I will keep the potions stored away usually, and when I see that they are needed, I will temporarily distribute them to the Warriors. Actually, they will only use the second type of potion for replenishing physical strength; as for the first type that promotes wound healing, I will just take it and feed a mouthful to whoever is injured on the spot."

"Besides, our team also has you, an Herbalist who can hand-make Healing Ointment; Healing Ointment plus the miraculous potion that promotes wound healing should greatly improve our team's ability to treat combat injuries, right?" Jier asked at the end.

The Herbalist nodded: "I think so. As long as it is not a serious injury, I have the means to treat general injuries. For example, for severed limbs, I have prepared some hemostatic powder that can quickly stop bleeding at the site of the severed limb, and then there are Herbs to suppress wound inflammation; these days while passing through towns, I have specifically visited local Herbalists and purchased a sufficient amount of dried Herbs to suppress inflammation. When needed, they can be boiled into a medicinal soup at any time and given to seriously injured Warriors to drink."

"What about other common illnesses? Similar to parasitic diseases, or severe diarrhea, diseases caused by mosquito and insect bites?"

Knowing that this was Knight Jier testing him, Zuojigela sat up straight on the ground and replied: "I have already prepared several common insect-repellent Herbs. For parasitic diseases caused by drinking unclean water, eating raw meat, or coming into contact with contaminated feces, I have prepared Herbs and medicinal powders in advance, and according to the different parasitic situations, different potion dosages have been prepared in advance and wrapped in different potion bottles and oil paper."

"As for the more common severe diarrhea caused by eating toxic or spoiled food, a large amount of a stone powder for stopping diarrhea has been prepared, and several bottles of irritating emetic potions have also been prepared, which can cope with the situation where everyone in our caravan eats toxic food."

"Very good! Well done!" Jier couldn't help but praise him. He didn't usually see Zuojigela doing anything, just frequently applying to Xueya Site for funds to buy different things after the caravan arrived in a town. But he didn't expect that Zuojigela had already professionally prepared for some situations that the team might encounter while traveling outside.

Being prepared is a very good and professional work ethic.

"As for the serious diseases caused by mosquito and insect bites, I see that everyone makes good insect-repellent preparations every time we camp in the wild, clearing weeds, filling in pits on the ground, scattering ashes, hanging insect-repellent plants on tents, etc. So, in addition to preparing some powerful insect-repellent Ointment, I have also prepared some special Herbs to suppress the worsening of the condition according to common diseases caused by bites. Lord Jier, to be honest, for similar serious diseases, relying on Herbs for healing is not impossible, but it must be done in a large town where all kinds of Herbs are available; at least there must be a reserve of Herbs with hundreds of varieties."

"What I can do is just suppress the possible worsening of the condition and win a chance for the sick patient to be transferred to where there are Church Priests."

Jier nodded: "No need to feel regret about this; you have done very well. At least better than I imagined. These matters regarding the team's treatment and disease safety are finished; we should talk about making money."

Zuojigela smiled and took a small, round, sealed copper box from one of his wives, about the size of a fist.

After opening it, inside was a green, ointment-like Ointment with a fragrant smell; just smelling it made one feel refreshed.

"My Lord, this is the, uh, Meditation Ointment made using Parasitic Vine sap? I haven't named it yet; I'm calling it that for now. Take a look, do you want to try it out?"

Of course Jier wanted to use it; after he understood how to use it, he used his finger to dip a little bit and applied it to his entire face, then closed his eyes and knelt on the ground, facing an open space, calming his heart to try to enter Meditation.

Usually, Jier couldn't just enter the state whenever he wanted, but today, after using this new Ointment, his entire spirit was exceptionally high, his thoughts were clear, and his physical perception was also enhanced.

The Life Energy within his body, which was usually not easy to perceive or grasp, was easily grasped and controlled by him.

Jier remembered one of the Knight skill manuals he got from Bell, which was about using Life Energy to imbue weapons to increase the strength and toughness of the weapons.

This ability was very difficult to master; Jier had tried it privately more than a dozen times, and not once had he succeeded. Let alone mobilizing Life Energy to the weapon, Jier found it very difficult even to make the Life Energy in his body emerge from the surface of his body.

The total amount of Life Energy in his body was one aspect, and his own familiarity and control experience with Life Energy also had a lot to do with it.

After all, he had been in contact with Life Energy for less than half a year, so it was inevitable that he was not skilled; he couldn't compare to those Knight Family descendants who had been in contact with it since childhood, or formal Knights who had been Knights for ten or twenty years.

But today, at this very moment, Jier discovered that this Life Energy, which was as stubborn as a donkey in the past, was actually breaking through the interior of his body slightly with his will, gathering on the surface of his skin.

Jier knelt on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly extending his right hand forward; his palm was like a knife with fingers held upright, and a glowing energy mixed with many colors emerged from Jier's palm, gathering on the skin of his palm, and accumulating more and more, gradually turning his right palm into a knife-shaped energy object with mixed colors.

"Bring a piece of wood."

Jier instructed, and someone nearby immediately trotted over with a piece of fuel wood loaded on the carriage.

Jier didn't need to open his eyes to confirm; just by relying on the surrounding sounds, the airflow caused by movement, and the vibration of the ground, he confirmed the surrounding situation, closed his eyes, reached out to take the wood with his left hand, and then his right hand immediately slashed at the wood.

Crack!

The wood was not cut into two pieces as Jier expected, but exploded directly into a pile of wood shavings after coming into contact with the Life Energy on Jier's palm.

Jier opened his eyes and looked at his right hand, finding that the consumption of Life Energy was very small, but he felt strange about the color of the Life Energy on his right palm.

Green, bronze, black, bright white, and the original milky white—five colors mixed together, very ugly.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that this situation had to do with the Divine Power of various gods in his body being mixed together at the same time. He could guess that green represented the Human God of Agriculture, and the bronze color was also easy to guess; it was naturally the Divine Power of the Dwarf God of Strength. But he didn't quite know what black represented, and the bright white was mostly the Sun God Divine Power produced by the Sun God Priest Divine Power Core that was forcibly entered into his body.

"Heh heh, it's my good fortune that I didn't explode directly." Jier smiled bitterly and shook his head, no longer performing Meditation.

Although he was not performing Meditation, with the Ointment applied to his face, Jier's spirit was also very good; "spiritually refreshed" could no longer describe it, and "spiritually high" also seemed a bit lacking.

"My Lord, how is it? Did the effect meet your expectations? If not, I will adjust the ratio of the various ingredients in the Ointment later." The Herbalist immediately stood up to ask.

Jier waved his hand: "Very good, even to say the effect is very good; it is already perfect now, no need to adjust, you just follow your current production process to produce it later. However, the container for the Ointment needs to be changed; the current container is too big. As far as the effect of this Ointment is concerned, the amount in this copper container is really too large, and accordingly, its price is also too expensive."

"Then what is your opinion?" Zuojigela was very concerned about this; after all, it was a money-making business, and the two of them were to split the profits of this thing in half. If they could make a lot of money, naturally this would be the only opportunity.

Jier pointed to the box containing the Ointment: "I think, according to the dosage I just used, you can prepare a small container that can be used about ten times; as for the price, ten Gold Coins per small box! This price is its base price; in the future, if it sells well, the price can be increased on this basis! But it cannot be lower than this price."

The Herbalist swallowed a mouthful of saliva in surprise; there was no way, ten Gold Coins per small box, just the amount in the box in his hand now was worth more than a hundred Gold Coins. And the monster materials consumed to make these Ointments, although many, were not that many.

"This... this is almost, uh, ten thousand Gold Coins. My Lord, you said before that the profits would be split in half; it's really too much for me. Too much."

The Herbalist's face flushed red, with a bewildered expression, muttering some words in his mouth; Jier didn't hear clearly what he had said.

"Hey, calm down, no big business is that simple. You calm down and think about it carefully; although this thing is good, it is clear that there are very few people who need it. Do you understand? I mean, its price is expensive and the effect is good, but that doesn't mean many people will spend money to buy it. Just promoting it, I don't even know how to promote it; after all, not everyone trusts you as much as I do and is willing to apply this kind of Ointment of unknown origin to their own face."

Jier pointed to the small amount of Ointment on his face that had not yet been absorbed by the skin: "Besides, how many people do you and I know together who need it? Do you need it? Do the others in the team need it? Think about it; just I alone need it, which also means that in other places, only a very small number of people will need its help. And speaking of things that enhance the effect of Meditation, I guess many things can produce similar effects, right? People may not necessarily spend money to buy our Ointment."

Zuojigela calmed down after being told this by Jier: "You are right; perhaps all the Ointment is worth that much money, but it is impossible to sell it all. It is I who thought too much. I guess it will take many years to sell them, many, many years. By the time those monster materials expire after a long time, I guess we won't have finished selling these Ointments."

Jier shrugged: "It's great that you can figure this out. I once met a Magic Apprentice, and the other party had the ability to get or make Magic Tools. Perhaps you think that someone with this skill should have been short of money long ago? Actually, it's not true; the Magic Tools in the other party's hands couldn't be sold at all, because the materials used to make that thing were very expensive, which led to the finished product, regardless of whether it was good or bad, being very expensive. The cost-effectiveness of Magic Tools, uh, that is, the ratio of performance to price, was very low, you know."

"Not to mention that in any line of work, there is always someone with more superb skills who makes things with better performance, better appearance, and lower prices."

With such an analogy, the Herbalist understood completely, shook his head with a bitter smile, patted his flushed cheeks, and after talking to Jier for a while longer, returned to where his wife and children were.

Jier watched Zuojigela whispering something with his family members, shrugged, closed the two Wooden Boxes on the ground, and carried them back to his own carriage.