While the players at the Warty Tidal Flats were preparing to deal a heavy blow to the Society of the Secret Eye, something was happening in Lancaster a hundred miles away.
Blackferret Street was in the southwest of Lancaster, close to the outskirts of the city walls. It was an unremarkable street.
However, those who knew the ropes would know that this was the location of the largest black market in Lancaster. Number 58 Gilded Rose was even more famous. The owner of the shop, Alvankent Manega, was very resourceful, and his buddies could even get their hands on contraband from all over the world.
That was why the Gilded Rose was known as a shop where you could buy anything with money.
However, very few people knew that Alvankent was actually a follower of the God of Herbs and Poisons, Sosos. This middleman had started off by selling potions that were much cheaper than the holy water of the various churches.
The God of Herbs and Poisons was a subordinate of the God of Alchemy, and was probably on the same level as the Skeleton God. He was much stronger than Xi Wei, who had just become a third-rate god.
However, Sosos was the same as his superior god, the God of Alchemy. He never involved himself in the affairs of other gods, and as long as there were still people in this world who gathered herbs and made poisons, they didn't have to worry about their existence disappearing. That was why he was a shut-in who rarely showed his face, and didn't have many followers …
However, just because a god was a salted fish didn't mean that his followers were the same. Alvankent Manega was one of them.
Taking advantage of the small number of believers of the God of Herbs and Poisons, he easily rose to a very high position in the sect, took over the operation of the entire sect, and established his own chamber of commerce and merchant network.
If he had done well, he might have become the richest man in the Eastern Continent.
However, this world wasn't a place where those who were financially smart could do whatever they wanted. Opening up his own business on a large scale could easily infringe on the interests of others. If he ran into someone who didn't want to talk to you, but had a high status and a strong temper, Alvankent wouldn't even have the chance to offer them a cigarette in apology before they beat him up. In the end, he could only flee to Lancaster and live out his days in the black market …
Fortunately, the business in the early years had not been in vain. Relying on the Church of the God of Herbs and Poisons to supply all kinds of cheap potions, coupled with mature supply channels, Alvankent was still doing quite well, making a lot of money every day. Of all the potions, the 'Health Potion' that could heal wounds and the 'Energy Potion' that could clear one's mind sold the best.
However, Alvankent found that his potions weren't selling well these days.
Seeing that the hen that laid the golden eggs was constipated, he naturally couldn't help but feel constipated, he couldn't help but feel.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Frank Kent was yawning in the shop when the doorbell suddenly rang.
He looked up and saw a young man wearing a black leather jacket and a hat, and a hat made of rat hide. with.
"Leon" Mercenary Alchemy Wolf, and "Bull" Wolf, and "Wolf" Wolf "Wolf.
The young mercenary dusted off the snow on his clothes, and said with a sneaky smile, "Of course, or I wouldn't have the face to come here, Mister Manega!"
Then, the young man put on a serious face and sat on a chair prepared for customers in Alvankent's shop. He said loudly, "According to my investigation, there are two types of potions on the market that have similar effects to yours, Mr. Manega. They're even cheaper than yours, and they've quickly taken over your market."
As he spoke, he took out two small bottles from his black leather jacket, each containing a red and blue potion. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the potions were bubbling nonstop.
"Here, these are the two." The young mercenary named Leon said, "The red one is called the 'One-time Single Use Miniature Tactical Healing Potion', or Coca-Cola for short. It's similar to the Health Potion, and can heal a certain degree of pain in a matter of seconds. However, it's ineffective against curses, diseases, and poisons. The blue one is called the 'Consumable Single Use Miniature Spirit Recovery Potion', or Pepsi for short. It's similar to the Energy Potion, but it's not very useful for most people. It's quite popular among mages, though. "
"… Why do I feel like I can't even get a single word of it right?" Alvankent muttered.
"Well, I think the seller of the potion said something along the lines of 'that's the description of the item' … I'm not sure why," the young mercenary replied.
"Hmph, what a show-off."
That being said, Alvankent had a rough idea of what was going on. No wonder the Brilliant White Church didn't react to the news. The effects of the potion were too limited, and it was even worse than the Health Potion. Naturally, it wouldn't make much of a dent in the market for holy water. As for the blue potion, it was only natural that mages would seek it out. Most people didn't need the Energy Potion to begin with, and only the spendthrift mages would buy it in bulk.
Alvankent took the potion and put it on the cupboard. Then, he found his crystal monocle and put it on before studying the potion carefully.
As a high-ranking believer of the God of Herbs and Poisons who was just one step away from becoming an archbishop, he had divine spells that allowed him to examine potion ingredients. The monocle he wore between his nose bridge and eye socket was also an item that amplified his divine spells.
Strangely, however, no matter how he used his divine spells on the two potions, the results he got were all very strange.
The red potion was' Medicine Grass, Honey, Water ', while the blue potion was' Mana Flower, Honey, Water '.
Alvankent, however, knew about Medicine Grass and Mana Flower.
Medicine Grass was a type of herb with hemostatic and analgesic properties. It was one of the most basic herbological knowledge, and was found in most medical potions. Mana Flower, on the other hand, was similar to peppermint, a plant that could boost one's spirit and meditation efficiency.
There was no need to mention honey and water.
However, these were just ordinary herbs soaked in honey when mixed together. There was no way they could become potions with special abilities …
"What's the price of these two potions?"
In the end, he could only take off his glasses and ask the young mercenary.
"Both potions are 150 Rions per bottle," Laon replied.
"That's not much cheaper," Alvankent frowned and muttered, "Why are there so many people buying them …"
According to the consumption habits of ordinary people, if the price and quality of two products were similar, they would usually choose to buy the one they used most often. So, in theory, this potion shouldn't be able to squeeze out his market share so quickly.
"Because …" The young mercenary seemed to be a little nervous. He whispered, "It's said to be very good."
"Very good?"
Alvankent frowned and opened the blue potion. He first sniffed it, and when he didn't smell anything strange, he made up his mind and gulped it down in one go. Then, he let out a long burp.
Along with the refreshing effect of the blue potion, Alvankent had a joyful expression on his face, as if he was very satisfied.
But then, his face suddenly turned ugly.
The taste and texture of this potion were great, and the effect was not bad. No wonder it had a huge impact on his market. And it would be difficult for him to replicate it. Although the taste could be simulated with other herbs, it would be difficult to recreate the bubbly texture. Even if he could do it, the cost would probably skyrocket.
One had to know that the other party was selling it cheaper than him. If he raised the price for taste, it would undoubtedly be suicidal.
This couldn't go on!
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