"What?! A bottle of Healing Potion costs 30 silver coins!!!"
At this moment, the blond boy named Lass was incredulously confirming the price on the wooden sign once again.
He raised his wide blue eyes and looked at the scholarly-looking stall owner in front of him, unable to stop himself from shouting:
"You're selling it this expensively—are you trying to rob me?!"
Lass was utterly speechless. He had never expected to encounter a profiteer the moment he arrived at the market.
Although he had heard early on, when he had just become an adventurer, that the market was a mixed bag with all sorts of people, and that one had to be careful when buying and selling things.
But he truly had not expected the profiteers in this market to be so brazen.
The price of this one bottle of Healing Potion was enough to buy ten bottles at the guild!
So why not buy them at the guild?
After all, the guild's potions were the most standardized in both dosage and efficacy, and their price had remained at three silver coins year-round.
But precisely because they were standardized...
Maintaining that quality naturally meant that the guild's prices were actually on the high side.
A price of three silver coins was far too burdensome for a lone adventurer who had just risen to Silver Rank.
From the completely safe Bronze Rank to Silver Rank, where one had to face monsters.
The dozens of silver coins saved up during the Bronze stage would mostly be spent just buying a suitable weapon.
Afterward, they still had to buy some necessary tools, leaving very little money that could be used to purchase potions.
If they failed or were injured during their first few quests, their fragile finances would collapse at once.
By then,