Turning around and closing the shop door, the halfling changed the door sign to the "Temporarily Closed" side, then returned to the counter like a thief and took out a jar of white stuff from his dimensional bag.

That stuff is like yogurt. It's a liquid and it still has some shape, but if you shake the bottle a little, it falls back into place like liquid.

The most important thing is that this thing doesn’t leave any hangover effects.

"Can you identify it?"

Instead of putting the thing directly in his hand, Carl frowned and motioned the other party to put the thing on the ground.

"Can!"

Nodding nervously, the halfling placed the items on the floor and took two steps back.

Stepping forward, Carl opened the jar, and while performing identification magic, he touched the white liquid inside.

The principle of identification is to analyze the specific properties and functions of an object based on its spiritual feedback. When the object of identification is a living creature, it will be known whether the creature is currently affected by a certain spell and the effect of the spell.

Judging from the strength of its spirituality, the jar of white liquid in front of him was undoubtedly a rare and precious item.

However, not only did the identification technique not obtain any information, but it was also unable to tell whether the thing in front of it was a living organism or some kind of substance.

"Even if this is a hoax, the workmanship is too good, isn't it? With this technology, why not just make something useful instead of making this kind of thing?"

Just as he was wondering, the halfling urged him, "Hey! Brother, are you going to accept it or not? I'm in urgent need of money!"

Looking at the expression on the other person's face, Carl didn't know whether the other person wanted to run away after cheating him or was really in urgent need of the money.

But he was indeed very curious about this thing.

"You should know that this is a rare and precious item, right? But if you're being frank, the identification technique can't even identify its specific purpose. Logically speaking, I don't really want to accept it."

Before Carl could finish his words, the halfling gave him a look that said "why didn't you say so earlier?" and then he closed the lid and left.

But Karl stopped him and continued, "But I'm still curious about what this thing is used for, so how much do you plan to sell it for?"

A genuine extremely rare and precious item would cost at least 5,000 gold coins, but that was generally the case. If you killed someone and robbed him, you might be able to get some gold coins for free in addition to the goods.

"I'll give you 1,000 gold coins no matter what!"

Holding the jar tightly, a resolute expression appeared on the half-man's face.

The price was a bit too much even for Carl, but he could afford it.

Seeing Carl hesitate, the expression on the halfling's face became even more anxious.

He still refused to give in, but beads of sweat began to flow from his forehead and neck.

"All right then."

Finally, Carl said something that made the halfling feel relaxed.

As if afraid that he would go back on his word, the halfling put the jar directly on the counter and stared at Carl, as if he was afraid that he would turn around and run away with the things.

Karl rummaged through another dimensional bag and took out stacks of gold coins that had already been arranged, taking out 20 stacks of 50 gold coins each.

The halfling probably didn't expect that Carl carried so much money with him, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move for a moment.

After a long time, he put all the gold coins into his dimensional bag, and then left with a relieved expression.

Picking up the jar, Carl looked at it again to confirm that he still didn't recognize what it was.

"Oh~, I was impulsive."

Shaking the bottle, Carl observed the white liquid that looked like the Venom symbiote in Marvel Comics, and felt a little worried for a moment.

Opening the lid, he tried to separate a little from the white liquid for research, but once this thing was cut and away from the main body, the cut part would quickly turn into a pool of pus.

But thanks to this feature, Carl felt that this thing might be a living thing.

With the exploratory spirit of a scientific researcher, Carl simply did not open the store, but continued with the subsequent experiments.

"No matter whether it's physical contact or other material contact, it can't cause any reaction in this thing. Am I really being fooled?"

After studying it for a long time, Carl didn't get any benefit from this jar of white liquid except for some basic properties.

He used all the tricks that could be used on common substances on this thing: chopping with a knife, splitting with an axe, scalding with fire, and soaking with acid.

But apart from being slightly smaller than at the beginning, this thing still didn't react at all.

But what is certain is that this thing is highly resistant to acid.

Carl put it in sulfuric acid but couldn't do anything to it.

"How about we go back to school and ask Master some other day?"

Scratching his head, Carl was discouraged and planned to put away the jar and keep it for later research. However, looking at the white liquid only half left in the jar, he actually felt like a bit of a spendthrift.

But it was also righteous to spend the money he earned himself, so Carl felt a little sad for a while and then stopped worrying about it.

However, he took out a lot of ingredients that had been stored for a long time from his backpack and poured them into the jars.

One minute, two minutes later, when Carl thought he was overthinking, white smoke actually began to rise around the piece of bacon that sank into the white liquid.

Immediately afterwards, yellowish pus flowed out from the white liquid, "digesting" the rest of the food bit by bit.

When it was all over, the white liquid that was originally only half full in the jar had become more than it was originally, and it was almost overflowing from the jar! This discovery made Carl feel relieved, and it also made him more certain that the thing in the jar was a living thing.

"Since it eats meat and vegetables, I wonder if it eats metal?"

Taking another bottle, Carl cut off some of the white liquid that was about to overflow the original jar, and then placed the two jars close together.

This distance ensures that the other can will not be inactivated.

Then, Carl threw the various metal scraps left over from machining the parts into another can.

Just like the stinky water in elementary school in his previous life, Carl used all his imagination to put in everything he thought could fit in. He even got some firesteel from Thrane and beitiron from Droam.

But compared to protein and plant fiber, this thing doesn't seem to be so enthusiastic about metals.

Placing the two jars under the counter, Carl reopened the door and resumed his workshop.

Coincidentally, as soon as the store opened, another business came. The customer turned out to be an old customer of Carl, a businessman from the Breland area.

"Brother Carl? What are you doing... Oh! By the way, you are already in the third year and you are going to do an internship. I was wondering why the skills of the major workshops in the city of Akanix fluctuate so drastically?"

Carl became interested after hearing what this old customer said.

"The skill fluctuates drastically? You ran all over the city?"

"More than that! I almost ran back to Breland. There was an accident in the two largest workshops in the city this morning. It seems that the apprentices' improper operation caused the production line to stop. I have a batch of urgent goods, but most workshops can't handle it. I sent orders everywhere, but there is still a gap. Brother, look..."

With a little hope in his eyes, the businessman looked at Carl pitifully.

"What's the hurry for a girl like you to sell toys? It can't be that all the men in Breland have gone to war, leaving a bunch of women alone in their homes?"

This statement was a bit of a revelation of the other party's past, but more than half of the toys currently produced by the other party were related to Carl, so Carl's words also involved himself.

"Tsk, you can't say that. Isn't it a bit uneasy recently? I just want to take this opportunity to buy some. You don't know how popular the vibrating toy you designed is!"

"Why do I feel unhappy when I hear your compliments?"

His face fell, and Carl took a half step back to distance himself from the opponent.

Before he got involved in the arms industry, he made his first fortune by designing "toys".

Carl has always been grateful to this brother who helped him in the early days of his business.

But gratitude is one thing, but accompanying him to make the toy business bigger and stronger is not necessary.

What's more, the other party even plans to open a real experience store in Sarn...

"I can make the parts for you, but are you sure you want such a large quantity? Is there such a big market for this?"

Taking the order from the other party, Carl felt a little dizzy at the number of orders on it.

This thing is not a disposable item like a small umbrella. Who are you going to sell so many of them to? Can people buy five or six at a time?

"Hey! This is a trade secret. Well, I'm leaving now!"

After handing the remaining order, deposit and production drawings to Carl, the toy merchant ran away.

Throwing the processing task to V, Carl helped set up a temporary production line, and then continued to sit in the rocking chair waiting for business.

When it was getting dark, two adventurer lovers came to the store.

The two seemed to be just here for a stroll, so Carl didn't chase them and ask them questions.

However, the conversation between the two did attract Carl's attention.

"You can't go there recently! I heard that those guys are tough guys who can suck dirt when they sit on the ground. They are willing to do anything dirty and smelly. If you go there, I will ignore you in the future!"

"No, I only like you. Besides, drow elves are purple and black in color. Which decent person would like them?"

After walking around for a while, the male adventurer bought a ring for the female adventurer.

This ring is not an equipment, it just looks good.

Carl's showmanship work just for fun.

The materials cost less than two silver coins in total, but the male adventurer bargained and sold it for 32 silver coins.

However, as he watched the two men leave, Carl became a little interested in the drow elves they were talking about.

Especially since the other party actually said that there was something wrong with the lifestyle of the drow elves.

"That shouldn't be the case. I remember that drow elves are natural assassins. How could there be such an outrageous rumor? This is not Faerun. There is no influence of Spider Queen Rose."

(End of this chapter)