Players with Money

The bald man suddenly pounced forward. "Respected Magus Falan! Can we get more of this strength-boosting potion?"

Falan asked in confusion, "Can't each person only take this potion once?"

"We can take it three times!" the bald man said excitedly. "And there are hundreds of us!"

"One bottle costs twenty thousand crystals," Adrian said.

"Don't worry! We have enough money! We'll take as many as you have!" The bald man was practically jumping up and down.

After finishing his meal, Falan picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "How could I possibly make that many strength potions? There are another twenty bottles here. I'll put them out for you to buy."

Hill felt that the bald man was planning to mark them up and resell them. With limited goods like these, it was first come, first served. Running into them was simply the bald man's good luck. Hill had no intention of interfering.

Watching the excited bald man, Falan put out more mana-enhancing and stamina-enhancing potions as well, besides the strength potions.

Hill said to the bald man, "Buy yours first. Remember to turn the sign over when you leave."

The bald man nodded frantically without saying a word, then immediately went to divvy up the spoils with several companions.

Dream Awake, Don't See You began letting people in one by one. Luo Sanquan guarded the rear, shouting as he entered, "Close the door! Close the door!"

Dream Awake, Don't See You swiftly shut the door.

Hill felt that their minds were truly quick. The open-and-close sign had an extra function: once it was set to closed, the door could only be opened from inside the room.

They would rather serve as their own doormen than give anyone else even the slightest chance.

A Deer walked over and asked, "Who's following behind you?"

"Who else could it be? Zhu Meili really has sharp eyes!"

"They must have been watching us for days. They didn't even let us off today, when things were this busy."

The bald man shouted from over there, "Zhu Meili isn't our problem. Hurry up and buy! Once we're done, we'll message Xue Yunfeng. Let those two battle wits and courage!

Move it! I still need to log off and sleep! I'm exhausted!"

The people who had just entered hurried off to buy things, muttering about how expensive everything was and how they were going bankrupt. Yet no one gave up on buying.

A Deer slowly shuffled over. "Mr. Hill, are these potions only available today?"

"My grandfather is only here for one day."

"What if we want to buy them later?"

"The auction house in the inner city usually has stock every month. Or the potion shop in my grandfather's territory will sell them."

"Magus Falan's territory?"

"Yes. After we return this time, we probably won't leave the territory for a long while. After all, you still have a war to fight, don't you?"

The bald man quickly came over. "Mr. Hill, besides us, do any other Undead know the location of Magus Falan's territory?"

Hill replied calmly, "We haven't told anyone else. But it's marked on the Alchemical Map. The high-ranking people in the royal capital's Mage Tower can generally find it. I don't know whether any Undead will receive guidance.

Uncle Adrian will tell you the address once you've bought what you want. We don't want too many people visiting the territory.

Mages prefer peace and quiet."

Seeing that neither Falan nor Adrian said anything, the bald man said happily, "Don't worry! No one in the Mage Tower pays any attention to us!"

Hill was speechless at the sight of the bald man being pleased because no one paid attention to the players. "Don't you need to learn magical knowledge from the people in the Mage Tower?"

"Prince William will send people to the Mage Tower specifically to teach us. It's the same for the Knight and Swordsman Guilds."

Hill fell silent. Right, they definitely had class instructors. They only needed to pay money; there was no need to curry favor.

Falan and Adrian remained silent, and Hill understood the confusion in their hearts.

The master-apprentice inheritance system of Mages seemed destined to face a challenge.

After they had finished buying, they looked at the potion shelves, which had been emptied by half. The bald man bid Hill farewell with his group, then left in high spirits.

Another long queue had already formed outside.

Hill heard the bald man say as he walked away, "

How many spies does Xue Yunfeng have? Half the enemy guilds have probably shown up too, right?"

Xiao Liuliu replied, "You should be thinking about whether we still have a single coin left."

A Deer said from the side, "Master, why are you worrying about Xue Yunfeng? He doesn't even care himself."

Watching the surging crowd, Hill said, "Grandfather, you should go upstairs and rest. We can talk properly again tonight."

Falan swept his gaze around. "It seems the Undead truly need these potions!"

He turned to Adrian and said, "Pay closer attention to what sells well. Once we return, we'll open the potion shop in the territory."

Adrian nodded, and the two of them went upstairs.

Hill carefully examined the group entering through the door.

The newcomers were clearly from two hostile guilds. Since they could not fight inside the shop, they simply shoved against each other with their bodies.

In the end, the two leaders reached the potion shelves first and began sweeping up goods.

Only a few strength potions remained after the bald man's group had bought theirs. The two men were quick enough to each grab some first. When Xue Yunfeng arrived, he immediately summoned a puppet over and had it rapidly pay for bottle after bottle.

The other man reacted a little slower. He only called over a puppet once he reached the potion shelves, and in the end, he probably bought two fewer bottles than Xue Yunfeng.

Hill watched the person called Rogue Bunny glare furiously at Xue Yunfeng several times, feeling somewhat puzzled. Why was he called Zhu Meili? He looked like a man. Hopefully, Hill could get some juicy gossip from the bald man later.

Still, these two were probably both leaders of major guilds. They truly had a lot of money. Hill watched helplessly as the potions Falan had just put out were nearly cleared away.

The members of these two guilds did not trade insults in front of Hill. They merely competed to buy things. Neither seemed willing to admit defeat, and they cleared out quite a bit of stock.

Hill could sense that these people did not want to provoke his dislike. It seemed the players had more or less realized that the NPCs here possessed considerable autonomy.

With so many people waiting in line, Hill activated another half-hour time limit. These people were quickly cleared out.

The people who entered afterward could barely buy anything. They could only restock on ordinary potions.

Hill heard some people cursing, "Snow Old Dog and Zhu Meili are both no good." Hill could not help but laugh inwardly. Had the bald man found two scapegoats to take the blame for him?

The people waiting outside gradually dispersed. Hill still insisted on waiting until nightfall. Yesterday's gossip had been too plentiful, and even though he had no one to share it with, he hoped to hear a little more.

Unfortunately, the players' enthusiasm had nearly been exhausted today. No one came in for a long time, so Hill had no choice but to close up for the day.

When Hill went upstairs, he found Adrian in the second-floor storeroom with paper and pen in hand.

"Are you calculating what sold well?" Hill asked teasingly.

"Of course, it would be best if I could summarize the Undead's preferences." Adrian did not even raise his head. "But their tastes are truly too varied! There's no pattern at all."

"It's fine. They prefer purchase limits. Put limits on high-grade potions, and we'll see what they chase after most."

"

What kind of preference is liking purchase limits?" Adrian raised an eyebrow.

"Like noblewomen, they enjoy being one of a kind.

If there are clothes or accessories that are the only ones in the world, they'll fight tooth and nail for them.

Strength is important, but looking impressive is even more important."

Adrian lowered his head and thought for a moment. "The Undead's world must be very peaceful."

"Peaceful, prosperous, and fair—at least fair on the surface," Hill said without hesitation.

Adrian put away his paper and pen, then went upstairs with Hill.

Falan was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.

"Grandfather, your potions have already sold out."

Falan glanced sideways. "It seems the Undead are truly quite wealthy."

"There are more of them who can make money. Over a hundred thousand professionals!" Hill said. "Most of those who can come to this shop to buy things are also the highest-level and wealthiest among the Undead.

They have more than enough ability to collect the money of the Low-Rank Undead.

I also noticed that some people use money from the Undead's own world to exchange for the crystals and gold coins here."

Falan nodded. "Indeed. This is not their world. No matter how good things are here, they may not be as useful as ordinary items in their own world. The Undead are still quite clear-headed!"

Adrian said in alarm, "I can't see any clear-headedness in them. All I see is madness!"

"It's our world. So what if they go a little mad? It won't affect them themselves," Hill said with a smile.

Falan said helplessly, "No matter what, we can only endure for now. I wonder whether, after the Divine Throne is raised, that one will send the Undead away again."

Hill shook his head. "There's no hope of that in the next few years, but what does it have to do with us?

No matter how many Undead there are, they must strictly adhere to their god's alignment: neutral and good.

As long as we don't provoke them, let the Legendary figures and the gods in the heavens worry about it! In any case, the only ones whose lives will truly become difficult are those at the top fighting for power and profit."

Falan said, "I should accumulate more resources for advancement first. With so many Magi, if they advance to Legendary, how could Salar possibly have enough resources?"

Hill said, "I don't think they'll advance to Legendary anytime soon. From what they said, their god-created bodies can currently only reach the highest rank of Magus."

What Hill had heard over the past two days was all about level one hundred being the maximum level.

Their current highest level was only fifty. In online games, the higher the level, the slower advancement usually became.

The God of Space-Time would certainly not let them rise through those fifty levels quickly.

Nor did Hill believe that the God of Space-Time would allow them to level up to Legendary.

Falan nodded. "I think so too. After all, they are souls from beyond this world. The World Will would not allow them to connect with the laws of all things."

William's advancement to Legendary might have looked easy, but Legendary required one to connect with the laws of all things in this world. No matter how powerful the God of Space-Time was, he could not possibly allow so many people from another world to connect with this world's World Law.

Hill did not know how that god intended to solve the problem of having too few high-level members in his faction.

Salar's several Legendary commanders would certainly only guard the capital. They would never help William fight a war of faith.

Just as Hephasaldo would never go to war with Salar for the Noble Church.

Although the Noble Church had now stationed troops along the border between Hephasaldo and Salar, it could only wait for people sent by the Divine Mountain.

No one would care how many nobles the Noble Temple could bring into the war, but if war were declared in the name of a nation, that would be a different matter. The gods would never permit it.

Hephasaldo's king was not a believer in the God of Nobility and Sovereignty.

Of course, that king would not mind lending his borderlands to the Noble Temple for a war against Salar.

If the Noble Temple won, it could only bring Edward and Charles out to inherit the throne rather than conquer Salar.

But that would still let Hephasaldo gain a few benefits.

Hill said to the two of them, "This is a good time to settle the accounts. Grandfather's and Uncle Adrian's goods have basically all sold out."

Falan let out another low sigh. "They really are rich."

Adrian could barely stop himself from glancing at Falan several times.

Hill truly wanted to laugh. High-ranking Alchemist Falan had probably not made such a remark in many years.