Christine, the Green Witch, said to Locke, "You want as many as I have? The market price of a bottle of Hive Mind Potion was originally ten thousand Magic Stones. I have five bottles in total, worth fifty thousand Magic Stones altogether."
"But Locke, the price of Hive Mind Potion has now doubled to an outrageous level. Current prices are three times what they used to be, making it one hundred and fifty thousand Magic Stones in total. And I estimate they'll keep rising."
Christine said, "No one is willing to sell Hive Mind Potion now. But if you do me a small favor, Junior Locke, I'll sell you this batch of Hive Mind Potion at the original price."
"And I'll also sell you Cloud-Sea Mist Pine at the original price—thirty thousand Magic Stones per tree."
Locke looked at Christine in confusion. "What favor?"
Christine said, "Since you're going to the Land of Six Towers anyway, I was already planning to ask you about this. I just hadn't figured out how to get you to agree."
Christine smiled. "Who would've thought I'd be so lucky? I just happen to have something you need."
Christine asked, "Have you heard of the Hand of the Jungle?"
At the gathering, most of the First-Ring Wizards looked confused, but they all pricked up their ears, ready to hear what this was about.
Wizard Anthony suddenly understood. "So it's that organization. What, Christine? You joined them too?"
"I never thought someone as serious as you would join an organization like that."
Christine smiled helplessly. "No. How could I possibly join an organization like that? The problem is that the dean of our Four Seasons Garden Academy actually... actually got persuaded by the Hand of the Jungle. He formed a partnership with them and even set