Dole looked at the other party, put away his storage bag, turned, and continued toward the auction house.
He had refined it three times—two failures, one success, with three bottles produced in that successful batch. After selling this bottle, he still had two left. He had absolutely no use for them himself, so naturally he would sell them to those who did. The money from this one bottle alone would let him live comfortably for a long while, perhaps even cover part of the materials needed to build a Wizard Tower.
Potions required long years of study. Many people remained stuck on a single potion their entire lives, unable to advance even half a step. But once they succeeded even once, it was a business of one investment and ten thousand returns.
His current goal was to save money and build a Wizard Tower.
If he followed the money-making methods of the small world, he might soon earn enough for a Wizard Tower. But the greater world was different. Though magic crystals were worth far more here than in the small world, high-grade materials cost even more—absurdly more.
Sometimes, he even suspected that the high-level factions did this deliberately, using it to elevate their own standing, keeping low-level Wizards trapped at the bottom and artificially raising the threshold for entering the higher ranks.
But money made the man. To go from level six to level seven, a single bottle of Thunder Demon Potion could solve everything. If one bottle was not enough, then two. As long as one had money, comprehending the rules actually became easier.
It was just that at one hundred million magic crystals per bottle, this was not something ordinary people could afford to consume. This was a game for nobles.
Upon entering the auction house, Dole