What Does Your Failed Research Have to Do with Me?

Leo said, "Mostly, I was just lucky. Without a bottle of perfect-quality Thunder God Fire Potion, I doubt I could have broken through to become a Second-Rank Wizard Apprentice."

After thinking for a moment, Leo said, "By the way, Wizard Mode, I wonder whether you're interested in a perfect-quality Thunder God Fire Potion. I only used one bottle, and I still have one left. If you're interested, I can sell you the remaining bottle."

Mode's breathing quickened. Thunder God Fire Potions had always been something money could buy only in theory.

Even if Mode had enough Magic Stones, she would not have been able to buy one.

Wizard Mode said, "Of course I'm interested. What do you think of two thousand five hundred Magic Stones?"

Although the materials for Thunder God Fire Potion were cheap, because of its effects, perfect-quality Thunder God Fire Potions fetched a much higher price on the market.

Leo weighed the offer and found it acceptable. He said, "Fine. Once work is over, we'll make the trade."

If he sold it directly to a shop, Leo could not guarantee he would get that many Magic Stones.

After all, shops needed some room for profit when buying potions.

Mode beamed and said, "Good."

She felt that meeting Leo was like encountering a benefactor; everything she did had been going as smoothly as a fair wind.

What Mode did not know was that Leo had merely decided to try asking whether she could buy a perfect-quality Thunder God Fire Potion.

He still had five bottles of the stuff.

He had no use for them himself, so he could only sell them.

But he could not sell them all at once. He had to sell them in batches.

All in all, it was quite troublesome.

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