Wizarding World, Six-Ring Wizard City.
Matthew looked up at the sign overhead. It read "Apothecaries' Association."
The Apothecaries' Association was an organization that spanned the entire continent, with branches in every country.
He had come to register as an apothecary, but today he was using neither Alsha's identity nor his real one.
He had created a new alias specifically for selling potions from Hogwarts World.
He was not selling them under Alsha's identity because he intended to use that identity to contact nobles and wealthy merchants and sell the Elixir of Life.
Matthew was desperately short of money and magic stones. Both his Wizard Tower and his cultivation required vast resources, and selling the Elixir of Life was the most profitable solution.
However, doing so could easily attract the attention of the Moon Candle Society behind Alsha.
The Moon Candle Society had built its fortune on Divine Brew, a secret potion that extended life. By selling the Elixir of Life, Matthew would effectively be undermining its very foundation.
Matthew was prepared to discard Alsha's identity at any moment. Selling potions from Hogwarts World was a steady, long-term source of income, so he had to keep the two separate.
He had already found a sales channel for the potions through Alsha's identity. However, he had not contacted the other party directly under that identity, intending instead to approach them using his new apothecary alias.
"Welcome. What brings you here today?"
The receptionist at the Apothecaries' Association was actually a wizard of a humanoid race. Judging by her appearance, she was probably a sheep-type half-orc.
A pair of sharply curving horns grew from either side of her forehead. Her naturally curly, silver-white hair reached her waist, and even her eyebrows were white. Her complexion lay somewhere between white and pink, a pale