Rich People Aren't Always Smart

"Potions from the auction? You could say I organized and funded their development," Wu Heng answered.

"Are there any more? I can buy them at the price they sold for at the auction," Virgil said solemnly.

Wu Heng glanced at him and shook his head. "These potions are very difficult to make. We spent half a year preparing and only managed to produce five."

"You didn't keep even one?"

"Not one. The earlier ones were used, and the rest all went to the auction." Wu Heng's tone was certain.

"I can't stay on Treasure Island. So, you see... if there's another chance next time..." Virgil drew out his words.

Wu Heng pondered for a moment before saying, "I only organized and funded the research. There are others involved internally. The most I can do is send you a letter in advance when I receive news, so you can prepare."

Virgil hesitated to speak. Whether the other party was telling the truth or not, things had already been said this plainly. He definitely would not be getting the potion.

As for using his status to pressure him.

Given how much attention this kid was drawing now, he might not be able to suppress him.

If things blew up, he would only end up as embarrassed as Luan and his apprentice.

Besides, what he said made some sense. There was no way such a potion had been developed by him alone.

Either he had skeletons under his command who understood alchemy, which was the most terrifying thing about Necromancers.

Or he was telling the truth and had developed the potion with others, meaning he could not make all the decisions himself.

Since that approach would not work, so be it.

"Notify me before the next auction."

Wu Heng nodded. "All right."

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