Chapter 19 You are blatantly jealous
Crown pushed the door open and walked in. The lights were on and the lighting was better.
He saw several mules and horses in the yard quietly eating feed in the stable, and the carriages were arranged in a circle and covered with some rags.
A burly man came towards us. He was wrapped in a tattered coat, wearing a black felt hat and had a thick beard.
"What are you doing?" the big-mouthed, round-faced man asked, "We have reserved the backyard."
"Do business, buy something, sell something."
"Why don't you come during the day? Why are you running around in the cold at night?" the man muttered, pointing to the lighted room: "Our people are there, go by yourself, don't get close to our carriage, if we see you have dirty hands and feet, hum..."
Without paying attention to the sturdy man's tone, Crown walked towards the room.
It was very lively inside, with voices and laughter that he couldn't understand.
He opened the curtain and walked straight into the house.
The noise in the room suddenly became quieter, and the eyes of twenty or thirty people in the room all turned to him.
Being stared at by so many people was a little uncomfortable, but Crown quickly calmed down: "I want to discuss a big business with you and buy a pocket watch by the way."
"How big is a big business?"
An old Giselle man spoke. His hair was gray and his face was marked by the vicissitudes of life.
"Cough cough," the little girl in the man's arms coughed heavily a few times, and buried her head listlessly in the man's arms.
The man spoke Farouk with a thick and strange accent, but Crown, who had level 3 language ability, could understand it perfectly.
"I am an herbalist and I make some very useful potions."
"Wait, what do you say you are? A herbalist?"
The man interrupted him and said something in an unfamiliar language to the people around him, causing everyone in the room to laugh.
After a while, the old man stopped smiling and said in broken Farouk: "Young man, you are actually doing herbal medicine business with the Gysses. Don't you know that we are also experts in herbal medicine? You should tell me what price range of pocket watch you want to buy."
"Experts, how could I not tell that you are experts! If your herbal medicine is really great, how could you not cure a little girl's cough? I see that she is pale, she must have a fever too."
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him again.
He was handsome, with a faint confidence on his face, and his slightly hooked nose destroyed that very harmonious beauty.
"Why, you can heal? You're not taking out the church's holy water and pretending it's a potion you made?"
Clown put down his medicine box, took out a bottle of Bupleurum medicine from it, and handed it to the old man: "Try this. The cough will take a day or two to completely heal, but it will reduce the fever in one shot. This medicine can be taken three times. Shake it before drinking and take it with hot water."
The old man took the potion doubtfully, uncorked it and smelled it, then poured some on his finger and licked it.
The bitterness of the medicine made the old man frown slightly. He tasted it carefully and picked up the bowl on the table in front of him.
He poured some hot water and poured one third of the potion into it.
After a while, the old man tested the water temperature and gave the potion to the little girl in his arms.
After 5 minutes, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the little girl's forehead.
After another 5 minutes, the little girl was sweating profusely, and her hair was wet with sweat.
Five minutes later, the little girl lay quietly in the old man's arms, snoring softly, breathing evenly, and the occasional coughing became much quieter.
The people in the room started talking about this change, and there was a hint of respect in their eyes when they looked at Crown.
The old man handed the child in his arms to a young woman beside him and stood up. He walked over and hugged the young man with open arms. He enthusiastically brought him a chair and said, "My name is Lemansky, which means 'child of the wind' in ancient Chinese. What price are you going to sell this potion for? Do you have any other potions?"
"Crown Moya, I have also prepared another kind of potion and ointment. This pink one is for aphrodisiacs, and it can prolong a man's hardness and fighting time. This ointment is for treating injuries from falls."
"The one that treats fever and cough is called Chaihu medicine, and it costs 5 silver coins per bottle. This pink medicine costs 20 silver coins per bottle, and the ointment costs 8 silver coins per bottle."
Crown took out all the samples he had prepared and handed them to Lemanski.
The old man took the pink potion and pushed the ointment back: "We can also make ointment for injuries caused by falls. I need to verify the effect of this potion."
"Of course, I'll leave two here for free. You can take one at a time. I'll come back tomorrow, and we'll discuss the details of the deal after you've tested the effects."
Klauen was very confident in his potion. The experiment on the stallion proved that it worked amazingly! The old man nodded: "Okay, how much stock do you have of these two potions?"
"500 bottles of Bupleurum potion and 80 bottles of Pink potion. Can you take them all?"
"If the effect is good enough and the price is reasonable, it won't be a problem at all."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
After deciding to discuss the details of the transaction tomorrow, Crown stated his needs: "I want to buy another pocket watch, an ordinary one will do, and then some black sage and blue tulip petals."
"What do you want black sage and blue tulips for? You don't seem to be a transcendent."
The old man looked suspicious.
"Do you know about the blood boiling potion?"
"You can actually make potions?"
Lemanski exclaimed, "Herbal medicine is easy to learn but difficult to master. Beginners need a lot of practical experience to become a qualified herbalist."
If a herbalist wants to grow to the level where he can make potions, he needs not only experience but also good enough talent.
In some areas, if you don't have enough talent, no matter how hard you try, you will never reach a truly advanced level.
"I feel like I've reached that level of ability, and I want to experiment."
Crown shrugged, totally unaware of how much shock his words had brought to the old man.
"Hey, hey," Lemanski laughed in a low voice, "Are you under some illusion?"
The old man felt a little jealous when he thought that he had been an herbalist all his life but had never touched the level of potions.
Illusion? What's the difference between this and saying 'are you sick?' My ability is real, and my cheats never lie. Otherwise, how could the formula of the boiling blood potion pop up by itself!
You are blatantly jealous. Crown curled his lips and said, "Is there anything I can do? I want 100 grams of blue tulip petals and 3 black sage plants."
"Yes, our caravan's trading route is limited to small places, but we Gisai people also have powerful people from the mysterious world!"
Lemansky said angrily, "The petals are 50 silver coins per gram, and each black sage plant is two gold shields."
Clown stared into the old man's eyes and said in a low voice: "Before I came here, a friend said that you guys are slaughtering people like pigs."
(End of this chapter)
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