Hene blinked, looking somewhat puzzled.
Did she encounter a similar situation last time?
As he was pondering this, a white-haired, white-bearded monk walked up to him.
The old mage looked very kind and nodded slightly to Heni.
Hene immediately recognized that the monk was a regular customer of the shop.
"Same as last time."
The mage pointed to the blue potion on the counter, indicating that Hene should get him two bottles.
He placed a heavy bag of medicine on the counter and slowly left with the potion.
Hene weighed the purse in her hand, then turned and put it into the store's cash register.
The rule that a mage can only buy a maximum of two bottles a day is actually quite good, at least for some mages.
They don't have to worry about not being able to buy it every day because of some rich person's frenzy.
After the initial frenzy, the limited supply of fifty bottles of potion per day has resulted in a more reasonable customer flow.
After all, a price of one thousand per bottle is not something that an ordinary mage can easily afford.
The number of customers did not increase explosively, but there were also times when the place was completely empty.
Strictly speaking, this kind of magic potion is a consumable item, and even if its effects are too powerful, it is not something that would be used frequently.
Most mages carry several days' worth of potions on them as a precaution, so that they won't have to worry about running out of magic power when a crisis occurs.
After regular training and dealing with mundane matters, the precious potions are not wasted; relying on natural magic to recover is sufficient.
It wasn't until the guests left that Henney came to her senses.
The red impurities on the blue medicine bottle disappeared, but at that moment, a red, wriggling thing kept moving towards him.
It looks like a red jelly.
It appears to have no physical form and looks quite strange.
The feeling Henne got was like...
He doesn't seem very bright.
"Hey, hey, hey? That's strange, can't you hear me?"
The red jelly stretched its body vigorously, trying to attract Henney's attention.
A tiny jelly-like hand reached out from her body and waved at Hene.
Strangely, Hene just kept staring at it without giving it any response.
The red jelly withdrew its little hand, remained quiet for a while, and then softly collapsed.
"Damn it! Answer me!"
Waaah! Mr. Jelly is angry!?
Hene looked at Jelly, who was trembling with anger, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly apologized:
"sorry."
Hearing Hennie's apology, the red jelly seemed quite satisfied. It squeezed out two snail-like tentacles from its round body and slowly swung them in front of Hennie.
It seemed to be sizing up Heni in front of it, flicking its antennae as it asked:
"There are very few humans who can satisfy me. So, tell me, who are we going to beat up?"
Hene tilted her head and stared at the red jelly, thinking for a long time.
"Then... could you tell me your name?"
"ah?"
......
The shop was quiet in the afternoon, and the leisurely time flew by as night fell.
Henney returned to the mansion and walked to the front gate.
Before I could even reach out, the door had already been opened by the servant.
"Miss Henney."
Henney was startled.
She had always stayed here as a guest, and when she heard someone suddenly greet her, Hene felt a little guilty and shivered.
Looking up, he saw a familiar servant opening the gate to the mansion for him.
Hene breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon, a cold wind blew past Hennie's back, and she felt someone standing behind her.
The man's voice was utterly indifferent:
"Henry?"
Herni's hair stood on end as she slowly turned around to look at the person who had approached.
It's Professor Victor.
As always, a jet-black raven perched on his shoulder.
For some reason, the crow on the shoulder seemed to have become quite frightening.
Hene felt a little surprised:
"Professor! You're back..."
What did you bring back?
Heni was startled by Victor's words, and shrank back, trembling, not daring to utter a sound.
Victor glanced at the trembling Hennie and uttered a single sentence:
"Come to my study."
Henney could only obediently follow behind Victor, looking quite pitiful.
The two quickly arrived at the study, and Victor waved his hand to turn on the desk lamp.
A warm, small yellow light shone on the desk. Victor stood in front of the desk, while Heni stood in the doorway, her head bowed like a wronged victim.
The two figures swayed continuously on the wall behind them.
"Isn't there anything you want to tell me?"
"Professor, I wanted to tell you when you returned..."
Hene stretched out her hand, and a blob of red, gel-like liquid appeared on her arm, rolling onto the desk with a splattering sound.
The lamplight shone on its small body, but its shadow did not appear on the wall.
Like jelly, it began to shape itself, and with each change, it finally settled into a very small... crocodile-like form.
Before the crocodile could react, it looked up and around before staring at Victor, whose face was chillingly cold.
Sensing Viktor's ill-intentioned gaze, the little crocodile suddenly stretched out a small paw and slammed it on the table with a 'smack'.
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