Regeneration Potion: Then Let's Make an Even Bigger Stir

Imina, wearing brown knee-high boots, strode over to Tang Zheng and sat down without any hesitation.

Bang!

The bulging money bag was placed on the stone table, causing the tabletop to shake.

"Here are 61 silver coins and seven copper coins. The 100 doses of Healing Potion you gave me have all been sold. This is all the money."

When Imina mentioned the amount of money, her throat moved slightly, but her expression remained cold.

"So fast, only one night has passed." Tang Zheng glanced at the money pouch and said in surprise.

Imina blinked, her amber eyes holding an unusual look. "You've been staying here the whole time, so you have no idea just how popular your healing potions are in the North Market."

"Aside from the strange taste, it has a fishy smell."

That brings us to this.

Imina turned her head and glanced at the weakened, lifeless Ogre bound to the stone chair.

This was absolutely the most profitable business she had ever seen. All she had to do was extract the blood from that Ogre and then she could make a lot of Healing Potion!

All right.

Thinking this way is indeed somewhat offensive to the Alchemist in front of me, but the blood of the Ogre can be regenerated indefinitely.

Compared to herbs that require collection and preparation, this is practically free!

Tang Zheng noticed Imina's self-illumination and smiled gently.

He was able to guess what the other person was thinking.

Speaking of which...

He only managed to get his hands on this Ogre by accident, thanks to Imina acting as a middleman and pushing it to him.

Tang Zheng originally planned to use the two remaining baskets of herbs in his Item Box, but after encountering this Ogre, he suddenly remembered that since the Venom Sac of the Gallows Spider could be used to make Alchemical Potion.

Could the blood of those Ogre, with their naturally powerful regenerative abilities, be used to create potions? Unexpectedly, he actually succeeded.

"To correct you, it's not Healing Potion, it's Alchemical Potion, the accurate name is ' Regeneration Potion 2'."

Tang Zheng spoke up to remind him, then reached out and took the money bag, grabbed the bottom, and poured all the coins onto the stone table.

Ding~ Ding~ Ding~

A large number of silver coins were mixed with a few copper coins, which shimmered with a flowing silver luster under the sunlight.

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

"As previously agreed, eleven silver coins are your reward; these seven copper coins are a small token of appreciation for your service."

Tang Zheng took some silver coins from his purse and pushed them in front of Imina, then put the rest into his money bag.

From the very beginning.

Tang Zheng hadn't actually thought about making money. His real purpose was simply to quickly increase his fame, thereby attracting Lainas, who had been seeking treatment for her face, which was rotting due to a curse.

Given their situation, they will definitely try as long as there is hope!

In the future, Lainas joined the Empire's "Four Imperial Knights" essentially to find a way to cure her curse. She 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 she had just received, and a noticeable smile appeared on her cold face.

"How many potions do you have left? I can take them all." Imina's amber eyes gleamed.

"Are you short of money?"

Tang Zheng didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Of course we need it." Imina leaned back slightly, her slender upper body moving calmly as she spoke.

As Half-Elf born from a marriage between Forest Elf and a human, they are not well-regarded by either Elf or humans.

At least money is something that won't betray you.

"You're probably being watched now too," Tang Zheng said with a smile.

So what?

Imina nonchalantly raised her chin. "I'm just a middleman. The real problem lies with you."

"Your 50 gold coins weren't wasted. This is a noble residential area, just across a Central Square from the capital. Even if someone wanted to cause you trouble, they wouldn't dare to do anything here."

"So let's make it even bigger," Tang Zheng said with a smile.

"What's the meaning?"

Imina was taken aback.

"What you need to worry about right now isn't whether you have the potion, but whether the Ogre can provide enough blood."

Tang Zheng raised his hand and pointed to the side, at the weak Ogre bound to the stone chair, reminding him, "You don't really think that Ogre have unlimited regenerative abilities, do you?"

"Let's think of a way."

Imina gritted her teeth and nodded forcefully.

She had finally stumbled upon an opportunity to make big money, and she didn't want to give it up so easily.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Imina," Tang Zheng.

The Half-Elf Imina, being a local, had it much easier for her to get things done than for him, an outsider.

Speaking of which...

This Half-Elf's future looks rather tragic.

Based on the timeline, the other party should join a team of Worker called "Four Wise Men" two years from now, whose motto is "wanting to make more money."

The so-called "Worker team" can be understood as adventurers who are not members of the Adventurer's Guild. They are not bound by any rules and can accept any request at will based on their own preferences and money.

result.

They became a group of insignificant victims between the Baharuth Empire and the Great Tomb of Bone Lord.

Imina and the team leader were filled with insect eggs by the Hunger-Eating Fox Insect King, one of the five great evils of the Sixth Floor, and used as nesting material for the Insect Swarm. Another Cleric was subjected to memory manipulation experiments by Bone Lord, whose memories were wiped and turned him into a complete cripple.

The most tragic case is that of the girl named Arche, one of the "Foresight," whose entire body was exploited.

The vocal cords were given to Entoma, one of the Maid Team, the head to the Top Hat Demon, the arms were divided equally among the Struggling Dead, and the skin was taken by Demiurge.

The allocation is actually quite reasonable!

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

Rather, there was an irreconcilable conflict between the living and the "Nazarick Great Underground Tomb," represented by the dead, from the very beginning.

"Hey, what kind of look is that?"

Imina suddenly felt a chill in the air; she could sense a dangerous aura emanating from the Alchemist before her.

This made Imina's eyes reveal surprise and doubt; she realized that her previous judgment of Tang Zheng might have been wrong.

"Nothing."

"But I need to trouble you with one more thing: investigate which members of the adventurer or Worker teams have suffered severe injuries or disabilities?"

"Just say I've created a more potent Alchemical Potion, and I can try treating them for free."

Tang Zheng's expression softened again, and he spoke softly.

"No, no problem." Imina glanced at Tang Zheng cautiously; no matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a capable person.

But my feeling just now was definitely right.

Imina didn't linger any longer. She put her black robe back on, nimbly scaled the wall, and disappeared.

Imperial Grand Arena.

Inside an incredibly luxurious room, filled with all sorts of exquisite weapons.

Osk, the empire's top merchant, stared silently at the bottle of potion on his desk.

For a good, long time.

The wealthy merchant Osk finally spoke slowly, "Is the identification information for this potion accurate?"

"The Potion Maker in all the major workshops in the Imperial Capital have examined it, and they all come to the same conclusion: this is Alchemical Potion made using Ogre ' blood as the main ingredient."

"The specific techniques are unknown, but the apothecaries in various workshops have suffered considerable losses due to the appearance of this potion," the middle-aged man dressed as a butler reported in a low voice.

The wealthy merchant Osk seemed unconcerned about the losses at the apothecary workshop. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Does Martial Lord know about this?"

"Knew."

The middle-aged butler's voice trembled.