Chapter 20 Demon Hunter

"The Giselles' prices are way too high. They're using me like a pig for slaughter," Geralt's words were still ringing in his ears.

Crown still stared at Lemanski: "Is this the price for doing business in good faith?"

The old man said calmly, "What price do you want to buy it at?"

"Black sage is 50 silver coins per plant, and blue tulip petals are 15 silver coins per gram."

With a strange "humph", Lemanski said with a wry smile: "You and Geralt have discussed this, right?"

The only person who came to the caravan to buy extraordinary materials recently was a man named Geralt, with a head full of white hair and a noticeable scar on his face. He was very impressed.

However, magic potions are more valuable when they are refined into extraordinary potions. The Gisai settlements have their own alchemists, who sell the raw materials at the potion price calculated based on a 20% alchemy yield rate, which is indeed a little bit more expensive.

"If you really want it, black sage costs 1 gold shield and 50 silver coins, and the petals are 35 silver coins per gram."

Clown had never been in contact with the circle of mysterious people, so he didn't know how much the price given by the old man was, but he could ask indirectly: "If I sell the boiling blood potion, what price would you buy it for?"

The old man said coldly, "Five gold shields for one, no cheating, I'll take whatever you have!"

He quickly calculated the price in his mind, frowning, "According to your price, the material cost of a blood boiling potion is at least two gold shields, and the purchase price is only 5 gold shields, which means that I need a success rate of more than 40% to ensure that I don't lose money. I don't believe that an herbalist can have such a high success rate in making potions."

Now, it is completely an exception that Klauen himself has a 100% success rate in making ordinary potions, because he is a cheater.

He knew that when his father was alive, the success rate of medicine manufacturing was only about 50% at most, and this was the result of his continuous accumulation of experience over more than 10 years.

Even with this success rate, Old Moya is very proud and says that he is one of the most talented herbalists.

Based on this probability, other herbalists can also create extraordinary potions at a rate of 50%, and the profit from making the potion is only 10%.

Herbalists are a highly profitable profession, how can this profit margin be justified! "Why don't we look at the long term? If you have a stable sales channel and I can provide a stable supply, wouldn't it be a win-win situation? The potions I showed are far from the limit of my ability. The reason why I didn't take out the boiling blood potion for trading is simply because I don't have the materials on hand."

Facing the suspicious and scrutinizing gazes from the opposite side, Krahn remained calm and composed.

Give me some time, these are the facts.

"Doing business is hard work. If you make an investment, the return may be a thousand times greater. For a genius herbalist, you only need to invest a few dozen gold shields to gain his friendship and obtain a stable supply channel."

For some reason, Clown felt that the golden wall should awaken a skill called bluffing or tricking.

Lemanski looked at the young man opposite him who was radiating confidence, and his right thumb kept rubbing his index finger. This was a small habit of his, and he would do so whenever he needed to make a major decision.

Although the amount of dozens of gold shields is not small, he can fully afford it. What he cannot afford is to be deceived into giving away a batch of materials at a low price.

That is a complete insult to his intelligence!

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Black sage is 50 silver coins per plant, and blue tulip petals are 15 silver coins per gram. I will give you ten. If you can deliver a blood boiling potion to me within two days, I will supply you at this price in the future. We will complete the deal when you come to trade tomorrow. If you can't produce the blood boiling potion, hehe, you will be blacklisted by our Gisai caravan."

"Snap," Crown snapped his fingers. "A wise choice. You will be glad for your decision today. Now, can you give me a pocket watch? An ordinary one will do. I just want to use it to tell time."

The old man shouted in the Gypsy language, and a young man stood up with an oil lamp and walked out the door.

After a while, the young man came in with an antique box and handed it to Lemansky.

The old man took the box and took out a pocket watch with a brass cover. "One gold shield. Cheap, useful, and decent."

Crown took the pocket watch and played with it in his hand. There was a circle of clover engraved on the cover and it came with a thin silver chain.

"No bargaining," the old man suddenly said.

With a chuckle, he took out the golden shield and said, "Happy cooperation, see you tomorrow."

. . . .

When Crown walked out of the backyard, he saw Geralt sitting quietly with a melancholy look in his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.

It doesn't fit in with such a noisy environment.

The child was playing with a dagger. His movements were so graceful and swift that the onlookers were dazzled.

"Old Jason, is the roasted lamb leg ready? Bring it up when it's ready," Crown shouted.

"I'll be there soon. Wait."

"Has the deal been concluded?" Geralt asked after coming to his senses.

"We've reached an agreement. I think old man Lemanski is pretty easy to talk to. He agreed to sell me ten black sage plants for 50 silver coins each."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Brother, how did you do that?"

Alan was surprised. In his impression, old man Giselle was particularly unkind. Most of the materials they sold were priced down. Not only were the items expensive, but they also refused to allow bargaining.

Clown said jokingly: "Maybe I am particularly friendly."

He paused and asked, "Can you please tell me what you are going to do with the sage? If you are going to make potions, I might be able to help."

The boy's eyes turned to the white-haired man.

Geralt sat up straight and said solemnly, "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Geralt Kent, and this is my student Alan Bolvar. We are witchers."

"When I passed by the town, I learned that there was an evil spirit haunting this place. I talked to the priest and the patrol captain at the church. If I could catch the evil spirit, they were willing to offer a reward. We will stay here for a while."

"The purchase of black sage is related to our unique fighting style. We make it into sword oil specifically for demon hunters."

Alan was a little nervous. He was worried that this kind-hearted elder brother was unwilling to make friends with them.

In this way, he won’t be able to eat the roasted leg of lamb!

In the circle of mystics, demon hunters do not have a good reputation, because the original demon hunters were fighting machines created by warlocks to fight against the increasingly rampant monsters.

After rigorous training, the warlocks injected the children with drugs that could cause mutations. Only those who survived the intense pain of the mutation and did not go crazy could become true demon hunters.

Due to the extreme pain they experienced, most of the demon hunters initially created by the warlocks were cold-hearted, cruel and bloodthirsty. Some of them were even completely lost in the endless killing and turned into executioners who slaughtered humanity.

Although the training methods of demon hunters are becoming more and more perfect, and their shortcomings such as emotional indifference and prone to madness have been greatly improved, people's inherent impression of this profession of fighting against evil creatures is difficult to change.

Most of the uninformed people still fear and hate the witchers.

(End of this chapter)