Mark's muttering obviously did not escape the attention of the waiter who was listening attentively.
In response to the customer's doubts, the waiter showed the qualities expected of a service staff in a top-notch magic potion shop.
He simply bowed and guided Mark along the way, saying, "Sir, you may not know this, but the reason our product is called this is because our shop's chief magic pharmacist once concocted an eighth-tier magic potion and used it to save a prominent figure from the abyss! The Holy Light Church has also granted our Chamber of Commerce permission to name our magic potion shop 'Holy Grace'!"
"Is this true?" Mark looked at the young waiter with suspicion. "Doesn't the Church of Holy Light have its own priests and clergy? Do they still need magic potions to remove the pollution from the abyss?"
"Haha, sir, you don't know that!" the young waiter said proudly, "If it were just ordinary abyssal contamination, the masters of the Holy Light Church could naturally dispel it. But it's said that the master's soul was completely corroded by the abyssal aura. If the purification continued, I'm afraid that master would become an idiot. The Church has already decided to use holy light to completely purify the master. It took our chief magic pharmacist to separate the soul of the master from the abyssal aura..."
The young waiter was worthy of having worked in a magic potion shop for many years. When explaining to Mark the powerful background of the pharmacy, he was also able to popularize some theoretical knowledge related to magic potions that Mark had never known before.
It was not until then that Mark realized that although the Holy Light Church was the strongest church on the Holy Dragon Continent, it was not omnipotent. Any profession, as long as it reached a high level, played an important role in this world.
"Sir, I wonder what kind of medicine you would like to buy when you visit our shop?"
The young waiter led Mark directly to the low-level magic potion area on the first floor of the shop. Based on his observation and experience, he actually thought he had seen through Mark's needs.
Around the age of 20, it is the time when one has just changed jobs for more than two years and is finally familiar with the skills of the job change.
Although he is tall, he doesn't have a strong physique like a warrior. He should have awakened to a magic profession.
The clothes were decent but not expensive, proving that she didn't have much money to spend on expensive magic experience potions.
Then the only thing he could come and buy was the magic recovery potion. After improving his professional skills through a lot of magic training, he must have been most eager for the magic recovery potion.
Just when the waiter thought Mark would tell the answer he guessed, Mark shook his head and said, "I'm not here to buy medicine, I'm here to sell medicine!"
"!?" The waiter felt that there must be something wrong with his hearing.
"Sir, could you please repeat yourself? I was a little distracted just now..."
"I'm not here to buy medicine, I'm here to sell medicine!"
"Uh." The waiter's smile finally froze on his face. In his five years of working, this was the first time he had faced such a situation. "Sir, this is the Holy Grace Magic Potion Shop, the largest magic potion shop in the Boulder City area. We have ample sources of magic potions!"
"How about you go to other shops? Maybe they need more magic potions!" The waiter had already begun to politely send the guest away.
"Is your store manager here? Perhaps I could talk to him."
What Mark did in his previous life was actually the most common and basic operation for sales staff to open sales channels. For a store like Saint Grace Magic Potion, a waiter was not qualified to discuss the issue of purchasing potions.
The waiter would just drive him out based on the principle that the more he did, the more mistakes he made, and the less he did, the better.
Only the store manager who has the power to purchase goods is qualified to check his goods to determine whether to try to put a new magic potion on the shelves.
"Sir, please stop joking. The potions we sell at Saint Grace Magic Potions must be made by at least a second-level pharmacist. Potions made by lower-level pharmacists are usually unstable and carry certain risks. We will not easily purchase medicines from outsiders!"
It was obvious that the waiter was a stubborn young man.
In his opinion, Mark was only twenty years old. Even if Mark changed his job to pharmacist, he could not be a pharmacist above the second level. Therefore, the potions sold by Mark would not be qualified to be sold at the counter of Sheng'en Pharmacy.
Prejudice is a mountain in people's hearts, and once it is formed, it cannot be easily reversed.
Mark knew that there was no need to say more to the waiter, since he was not really here to discuss business with the Holy Grace Magic Potion Shop anyway.
Since nice talk doesn't work, it's no wonder he's impolite.
"Okay, since you don't need any magic potions, then give me 10 bottles of this potion! I don't see this potion in your store."
Mark deliberately raised his voice, reached into his waist and placed his bottle of holy water on the counter.
When he was taking out the holy water, he felt a resistance. When he looked down, he saw that the little guy Xiao Mu was using his body to condense tentacles and wanted to hold the holy water bottle tightly. Unfortunately, his tentacles were smooth and it was impossible for him to hold it.
Mark's suddenly raised voice naturally attracted the attention of other customers and waiters in the shop. Everyone looked at Mark and the crystal bottle he placed on the counter.
The two of them had not actually lowered their voices during their previous conversation. Most of the people present were job-changers, so they naturally knew the cause and effect of the incident.
A group of people started talking to each other.
"Someone is messing up the place?"
"What are you thinking of coming to the Holy Grace Pharmacy to sell magic potions? Don't you know that all pharmacists who join the Holy Grace Magic Potions have to go through an assessment? Even if you pass the assessment, you still have to wait in line to take up the job!"
"Tsk, I'm afraid he'll be disappointed. Even if the Sheng'en Store doesn't have this potion right now, the in-store pharmacist can make the same potion in half an hour! If it's an ordinary potion, it's fine, but if he developed and mixed it himself, I'm afraid it will belong to the Sheng'en Chamber of Commerce in the future~"
"Haha, you really know how to joke. You're so young, you're probably just a first-level pharmacist. How could you possibly mix any new potions? You're probably just a new job changer who doesn't know his place!"
In this situation, Mark specifically wanted to buy the medicine, so the young waiter naturally had no right to chase Mark out.
He hurried into the side room of the shop on the first floor, and then a short, fat, middle-aged man in the clothes of a certified pharmacist came out.
"Hey, it's Linley Pharmacist, a Tier 3 Pharmacist. This guy is definitely going to lose a lot of money. A Tier 3 Pharmacist makes ten bottles of potion, and that's going to be charged at the custom potion price. The production cost alone is 20 gold!"
"That's too little. Linley's a shady guy. I bet he'll ask for 30 gold!"
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