Worth Every Penny

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

The blackish-purple veins rising across his body and his pained expression were obvious signs of poisoning.

For such a violent reaction to occur immediately in a professional, it certainly was no ordinary toxin.

"I told you there was something wrong with the potion."

"Exactly. How could that kid possibly develop a potion like this?"

"The Association and consortium certificates are probably fake too."

"What are you all looking at? Save him! If it spreads through his whole body, it'll be too late!"

The entire venue descended into chaos.

Some urged them to save the man, while others shouted about going to the Island Master's Manor to settle the score.

The whole island was here. There was no fear of the other side running away.

Amid the calls, the Alchemist waiting nearby prepared to step forward and examine him.

But the butler standing beside the old man stretched out a hand to stop those approaching. "Wait a little longer."

Everyone frowned and looked at him in confusion.

"Wait for what? If we wait any longer, he'll be dead."

"How dare you stop us from saving him?"

The old man's former friends angrily rebuked him.

The butler bowed and explained, "Please wait, everyone. When the transaction was completed at the auction, the seller had already mentioned that the potion would have side effects. He only needs to grit his teeth and endure them. Try not to use any other potions during this time, or it may dilute the effects."

Side effects?

Dilute the effects?

With such a severe reaction, could they be sure it would not poison him to death outright?

Just as everyone was wondering whether this was real or not—

The veins on the old man's body gradually faded, and his