"If you don't want to buy it, then don't buy it. Is there a need to beat me up …?" Shaun got up from the ground with an aggrieved look on his chubby face. To be honest, he was already used to being beaten up. When he sold the young magical beasts on the black market, he would often be beaten up the next day after he had just sold them.
To him, this was nothing at all. Anyway, he had thick skin and flesh. As long as his muscles and bones were not injured, he would be fine after a few days of lying down.
However, the beating he received today was too unjust …
This was the first time he was doing business honestly. He didn't cheat or cheat people, and the herbs he took out were carefully selected. He couldn't even find a weed. But he didn't expect to be beaten up before he could even say a few words …
Of course, he was wronged.
Shaun knew very well what kind of person the other party was. Even if he was given a hundred guts, he would not dare to seek justice from the other party. After dragging his clumsy body up from the ground, Shaun only muttered in a low voice, then limped towards the crowded area to see if he could find another buyer.
"Stop right there." However, just as he turned around, he was stopped by someone. Puzzled, he turned around and saw the young man pointing at the herbs on the table. "Take your trash away."
"This is not trash!" Xiao En's chubby face immediately turned red. He had spent more than a month collecting this batch of Tricolored Flowers, but now they were being treated as a pile of trash. No matter how much Xiao En tried to hold back, he could not hold it in any longer.
"What a joke …" The young man glanced at Sean, but did not continue to make things difficult for him. With a look of disgust, he rolled up his sleeves and swept the few Tricolored Flowers on the table to the ground. "Next time, keep your eyes open. Don't bring a bunch of rubbish to sell. With my mentor's status, do I still need Tricolored Flowers?"
After the young man said that, a few pharmacists at the side shook their heads in unison.
This fatty really did not know what was good for him. What was the difference between selling Tricolored Flowers to a pharmacist and scolding a quack in front of a doctor?
For pharmacists, the Tricolored Flower only had one use, and that was to weaken the effects of medicine.
Under normal circumstances, only pharmaceutics apprentices would use the Tricolored Flower. Although they had mastered the formula, they had yet to master the necessary techniques. In the process of concocting the potion, there would always be some kind of mistake. These mistakes might not be too big, but it was very likely to cause some accidents.
In order to reduce the apprentices' mistakes, some mentors would suggest adding the Tricolored Flower into the potion. Although this would weaken the potion's effects, it would also reduce the conflict between the various medicinal properties. To a certain extent, it would reduce the effect of mistakes.
Although Amman was not a master pharmacist, he was still a person with a high status. It would be strange if he was willing to be nice to Amman when he tried to sell the Tricolored Flower to him in public. Wasn't this telling everyone that his pharmaceutical skills were not up to par and that he needed the Tricolored Flower to reduce his mistakes?
To an experienced pharmacist, the Tricolored Flower was a curse.
"You're the one who uses Tricolored Flowers. Your whole family uses Tricolored Flowers!"
Of course, most of the pharmacists present believed that Fatty did not have any ill intentions when he tried to sell the Tricolored Flower to Amman.
The uses of the Tricolored Flower had always been circulated among the pharmacists. Even many apprentices might not know about it, let alone a low-level bandit like him. Nobody knew where this guy got an invitation from, and he heard that there would be many pharmacists gathering here, so he hurriedly bought a batch of Tricolored Flowers. He did not care about the use of these herbs, and he just brought them here to make a fortune. However, he did not expect to make such a big mistake …
Amman's self-restraint was considered good. If it were someone with a bad temper, he would have thrown Fatty out of the Pharmacists Guild.
"Fatty, come over here." While Shaun was bending down with difficulty, picking up the Tricolored Flowers one by one and putting them back into the herb bag, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around in confusion, and saw a young mage standing behind him. Shaun frowned. He did not know why, but he felt that he had seen this young mage somewhere before …
"What's the matter, Mr Mage?"
"It's not a big deal …" Lin Li smiled, and picked up a Tricolored Flower at his feet. "I just wanted to ask, where did you put the Thunder Eaglet that you promised me?"
"Thunder Eaglet?" Sean was a little stunned.
"Have you forgotten? Do you want me to talk to Elijah about it …? "
"Ah!" Upon hearing Lin Li mention Elijah, the fat bandit immediately remembered that this young mage in front of him was the one who ordered a Thunder Eaglet from him in the black market a few days ago. This was a big shot. The fat bandit clearly remembered that Elijah's attitude towards him could be said to be respectful, and he did not even dare to say a word.
Now that they met here, Sean knew that his previous guess was right. This was indeed a big shot. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to appear in the Pharmacists Guild. One must know that among those who appeared here today, besides himself, which one of them wasn't a famous big shot?
"This …" But, at the thought of the Thunder Eaglet, Sean's expression turned ugly.
He did have a Thunder Eaglet, but did he dare to take it out?
It was fine if he lied to others. At most, he would just get beaten up. But, what if the Thunder Eaglet grew up and hurt this young mage? Wouldn't he have to pay with his life? Needless to say, just Elijah alone was enough to put him in a difficult situation.
No, this definitely could not happen …
"Mr Mage, this Thunder Eaglet …" Sean hesitated for a moment. He did not dare to say that he did not want to sell it directly. Instead, he said in a roundabout manner, "I've sold out all the ones I have. Why don't you give me some time, and I'll send it to you after I get it?"
"Sold out?" Lin Li glanced at the fat Bandit suspiciously. He was very clear about the tricks of the Dragon Hawk whelps. It was a complete scam, and not a very clever one at that. Anyone who had strolled around the black market a few times would know that there was a scammer in that alley who sold magical beast whelps for tips on taming them.
As the rumors spread, the fat bandit could only deceive those who were visiting the black market for the first time. Furthermore, it had to be under the circumstances that no one knew him. How could one meet such a sucker every day? That day, there were still a few Thunder Eaglets in Sean's cage. It had only been a few days since he last saw them. Who would believe him if he told others that they were all sold out?
This fella was most likely hiding it …
But, Lin Li thought about it, and did not take it to heart. Anyway, he only wanted the Thunder Eaglet to test if the secrets of taming beasts in the Endless World worked. It was not a big deal even if Sean refused to sell it. Anyway, with his abilities as an Archmage, what magical beast could he not catch?
What he was concerned about now was another matter.
Lin Li pointed at the Tricolored Flower in his hand. "Fatty, how many more of these herbs do you have?"
"I think I have a few hundred …" Sean was not too sure. Ever since he got the invitation from the Pharmacists Guild, he had been gathering herbs on the Nightmare Mountain. After such a long time, even he could not remember how many he had gathered.
"Very well, name a price. I'll take them all."
"Ah?"
Not to mention Fatty Shaun, even the pharmacists who were watching from the side were dumbfounded …
What did that young man just say? He wanted all hundreds of Tricolored Flowers? Did he have nothing better to do? No matter how rich a pharmacist was, he should not be so extravagant, right?
A few hundred Tricolored Flowers were just tens of thousands of gold coins.
But the potions concocted with the Tricolored Flower were almost useless. Although the Tricolored Flower could reduce mistakes, it also greatly weakened the effects of the potion. Take the Awakening Potion for example. Under normal circumstances, a bottle of Awakening Potion could completely replenish the mana of an Archmage. But after being weakened by the Tricolored Flower, it might not even be able to fully replenish the mana of a level-10 Magic Shooter.
One was level-10, and the other level-15. The difference between them was not something that could be explained in a few words …
With a few hundred Tricolored Flowers, these few hundred bottles of potion were almost no different from useless waste.
Did this fella's family own a gold mine? Would he dare to squander a few hundred bottles of potion just like that?
Of course, what really stunned the pharmacists was the quality of this young mage.
A few of the older pharmacists even secretly shook their heads …
It was such a pity for this fella. He looked so refined, but he turned out to be an idiot.
The use of the Tricolored Flower was nothing more than to reduce some mistakes. When the apprentices gradually became proficient in their skills, they would not need to use it at all. What was the concept of a few hundred Tricolored Flowers? That was a few hundred bottles of potion. Just to master the most basic skills, he would need a few hundred bottles of potion to practice. What was the use of such a person? He might as well find a piece of tofu and kill himself …
Even if he were to teach a pig how to concoct potions, it should be able to grasp some tricks after concocting a few hundred bottles of potion.
Although Amman sat there without saying anything, he looked more or less pleased with himself. Although they were both pharmacists and mages, his disciple, Milo, was much better than that fella.
Milo had indeed lived up to his expectations. He was only 25 years old this year, but he had already reached the level of a low-level pharmacist. When Amman was at this age, he had not even touched the path of pharmaceutics. Perhaps in a few years, he would be able to reach the intermediate level. By then, it seemed like the Thunder City Guild of Magic should be handed over to him to manage …
While Amman was thinking happily, Milo, who was at the side, had a look of disdain.
He even kindly reminded, "If you don't want to regret it, don't buy those rubbish."
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