Could it be...
His expression went blank.
Just then, Lynn came out of the backyard, smiling as he carried several bottles of high-grade Recovery Potion.
"Sir, 200 Skeleton Coins a bottle. No surgery needed. Down one, and I guarantee you'll be bursting with energy. Hehe-"
Bang-
A bullet whistled past Lynn's ear.
Lynn: "???"
The Witcher immediately strode forward, grabbed Lynn by the collar, and said through gritted teeth:
"You little brat, you really played the innocent just now! I never would have imagined you were the one supplying that baldy with potions!"
Lynn looked utterly bewildered. "What potions? I don't understand."
The Witcher flew into a rage. "Still playing dumb?! I saw that baldy down a potion before our showdown, and its bottle was exactly the same as the one on your table!"
Lynn ヾ(ﾟдﾟ)ﾉ.
Lynn cleared his throat. Seeing that he had been exposed, he simply dropped the act and asked curiously:
"That baldy you mentioned... was he a Black Knight riding a warhorse?"
The Witcher gripped his collar with a (〝▼皿▼) expression. "What do you think?!"
Lynn closed his eyes, utterly unruffled, and smiled.
"I see."
"That customer did come to my shop a few hours ago and spend a fortune on a batch of potions. He was loaded! Contributed a whole ten thousand to my little shop's sales! Hehe-"
Earnest, yet perfectly polite.
He acted as though none of this had anything to do with him.
The Witcher ground his teeth, his eyes flickering. "What potion did you give him?"
Seeing an opportunity to make a sale,
Lynn immediately put on his professional smile. "Our potion shop's latest product, a Critical Hit Potion that can dramatically improve your combat capabilities! Excellent quality at an affordable price. An absolute must-have for murder and plunder!"
"Trust me! You won't find it anywhere else!"
Lynn adjusted his monocle, his expression solemn.
The Witcher said viciously, "You actually helped a dark creature attack one of your own kind?!"
Lynn promptly raised a hand and said earnestly, "Please don't jump to conclusions, sir. First, I knew nothing about your relationship. Second, he came here looking for powerful potions and was generous with his money. I had no reason to turn him away."
"Third."
With his eyes closed, Lynn held up three fingers.
"This shop welcomes all friendly customers. If he can buy this potion to use against you, then you can buy the same potion from me to use against him!"
Lynn gazed earnestly at the Witcher before him, his eyes movingly sincere.
"Since we're the same species, I can even give you twenty percent off!"
"..."
"..."
A brief silence fell.
The Witcher narrowed his eyes. "How much?"
Lynn solemnly held up two fingers. "The unit price is 2,000 Skeleton Coins! But since you're both one of my kind and a returning customer, you get twenty percent off. That's 1,600 a bottle. I'm practically bankrupting myself selling it to you!"
The Witcher's eyes flickered. After thinking for a moment, he said hesitantly:
"Or I could just kill you right now and rob your little shop. That's an option too..."
Lynn closed his eyes and shook his head. "Sir, we're blood kin of the same species! As they say, at home you rely on your parents, and away from home you rely on your own kind. With a bond like ours, we're closer than parents and children! That affection runs in our blood!"
"And I even gave you twenty percent off..." Lynn looked heartbroken.
Goosebumps erupted all over the Witcher's body.
He realized that, after just one day apart,
this brat's ability to disgust people had improved dramatically again.
"Enough bullshit!" The Witcher gritted his teeth and rubbed his temples. "Give me however many that baldy bought! I've got plenty of money!"
"Coming right up!" Lynn instantly blossomed with joy.
A little over ten minutes later.
[Ding! You have completed the quest: Treat the Witcher's injuries. Rewards received: Skeleton Coins +200, base experience +300, Witcher favorability +20]
"They're ready!"
As the system notification sounded, Lynn smiled and placed ten freshly brewed bottles of Critical Hit Potion on the counter.
"Ten bottles come to 16,000 coins, or sixteen Black Skull Coins. Add six bottles of ordinary Recovery Potion at 300 coins and two bottles of Special-Effect Recovery Potion at 600 coins, and the total is 16,900 coins."
"I'll round that to 17,000 for you. Thank you for your business!"
Lynn bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
Gritting his teeth, the Witcher pulled money from his pouch with a clatter.
He didn't know why,
but he kept feeling that this fellow was doing everything he could to swindle him.
After paying,
he eyed the potion in his hand hesitantly and asked:
"Will drinking this really make me go bald?"
To be honest,
he was still a little reluctant.
After all, it had taken years of care to cultivate his glossy black hair.
Lynn said earnestly, "Baldness is a minor matter. Strength is for life. Besides, it's just hair, isn't it? If it falls out, come spend some money here, and I can give you a hair transplant!"
Lynn suddenly thought of an excellent business pipeline.
Critical Hit Potion + hair transplant services = an endless stream of cash.
The Witcher hesitated.
But when he remembered that he had nearly died at the hands of that Black Knight, who was far weaker than him, frustration welled up inside him.
If going bald really could make him stronger, then perhaps it wasn't entirely unacceptable.
With that thought,
he popped the stopper out.
He drained the potion in his hand in one gulp.
Hum-
Red light instantly flickered all over his body.
Astonishment filled his face, and he immediately felt an indescribable power surging through him.
"This... this is..." he gasped in shock.
A thunderous boom rang out.
Under that immense power, his clothes burst apart, exposing his bulging muscles.
He could clearly feel the tremendous boost within his body!
It was simply unimaginable!
Only now did he finally realize how absurdly powerful this potion was. Compared with that, going bald was absolutely worth it!
A gust of wind blew past.
Under Lynn's wide-eyed gaze, the Witcher's glossy black hair immediately drifted away on the breeze.
Ding-
A gleam flashed across his gleaming forehead.
Lynn: "Pfft-"
But he held it in and didn't laugh.
Because he knew,
if he laughed, he would die.
Still, it was so hard to hold back.
Because the head before him was clearly rounder and shinier than the last one!
The Witcher turned around and stared at his gleaming bald head in the mirror, murmuring:
"I went bald... and got stronger?"
Ding-
A sudden glint flashed across his forehead.
"..."
Seeing the Witcher's blank expression, Lynn patted his shoulder and consoled him:
"Sir, this is actually a good thing. Think about it. Whenever you go out now, you'll have your own built-in light source. That'll save you a fortune on lighting, won't it?"
What he said made so much sense.
And yet, for some reason,
the Witcher felt an overwhelming urge to kill this human brat.
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