Too terrifying.
He neither looked at the potions nor inspected them. Instead, he respectfully accepted the items and said, "The auction will be held in the next few days. Will you attend in person, or should we deliver the items to a location of your choice?"
Dole shook his head. "Once the Thunderstorm Potions appear, they'll draw certain people's attention. It wouldn't be very suitable for me to come again. Deposit the money for now. I'll come collect it when I have the chance. Also, help me purchase some things—lightning-element magic crystals or magic cores."
Maihad was somewhat surprised. This man was far too cautious. Still, given his current position, it truly was rather awkward. The demand various factions had for an eighth-level potion master was utterly brainless. Even Maihad himself felt a little tempted by such a potion master with no factional affiliation.
But whenever this fellow encountered a threat, he vanished without a trace. Maihad did not dare bring it up. Once Dole left Unwounded Province, he might never be found again. For now, it was better to secure this source of goods. Future matters could wait until the future.
Auction houses existed to make money, not to form cliques. Unless one had Law-level strength, they generally did not think much of anyone else. Besides, there were so many eighth-level potion masters, and they basically all came to auction houses. One more made no difference, one less made no difference. Better not to open his mouth and leave some room for maneuver.
He drew a deep breath, gazed at the weighty items in his hand, and said with bright eyes, "Wizard Dole, you will receive what is rightfully yours. I guarantee it with my life."
Dole glanced at Maihad, then gave a mysterious smile. His body shifted continuously,