I am a god in another world

This side effect has become a label for Anna's potion mixing.

But in the wilderness where there is no village or shop, it is already a blessing to have enough healing potions to use. How can you ask for more?

Those who drink Anna's healing potion often roar wildly and fight with red eyes.

Those who understand the situation know that this is the user using the battle to relieve the uncomfortable feeling in the body.

Those who don't understand the situation think that the other party has entered a violent state. Many monsters were frightened and some were even scared and turned around and ran away.

This incident became a joke in the caravan. Those familiar guards used this to tease Anna while buying more healing potions from her.

The kind-hearted Anna kept apologizing and took the initiative to give them discounts or give them a few more bottles of healing potions.

Only halfway through the journey, Anna earned herself an old carriage and most of the carriage's various odds and ends, and became a member of the merchant in the caravan, which was completely beyond Gavin's expectations.

You say the young priest knows how to do business, but she is not black enough. She always gives discounts and free gifts. With this business method, it stands to reason that it won't take long for even a family with a mountain of gold to be in deficit.

You say she doesn't know how to do business, but now she is a serious merchant with a carriage of goods, which is something he and Vic have not done even after walking half of Faerun.

"Big deal, Mr. Gavin, Mr. Gavin, I found... found a big deal." Anna shouted while running, pulling Gavin out of his trance.

Half of Anna's little head stretched out from behind the carriage curtain, her round face flushed, and the golden hair on her forehead came out again, shaking mischievously, and her big eyes sparkled with excitement.

The young priestess was abducted by those profiteers and became addicted to business. Wherever she went, she would talk about business.

"What big deal?" In view of the strange luck shown by the young priestess, Gavin was still patient and prepared to listen to what kind of business she was talking about.

"Hehe..." Before the young priestess started to speak, she laughed foolishly, "I found this myself."

"Well, what did you find?" Gavin asked inducingly, otherwise this silly girl in an excited state would count from head to toe with you.

"Trucks... Used trucks... There are a lot of used trucks piled up in the lizard tribe that is trading with Uncle Bede... I asked around, the price is very cheap... We are fully capable of buying them all... When the time comes, Mr. Goblin and I will use the repair technique to repair them and they can be put back into use. It won't be long before we have a fleet of vehicles!" Anna was learning and applying.

When this old carriage came into their hands, it was basically unable to move. It took Anna and Vic three repairs to get it moving again, and five more repairs were invested later to restore it to 90%.

The merchant who sold it to them saw that the cost of repairing the carriage was too high, and Gavin and his men would need it a lot on the road, so he decided to sell it to Anna at a discount.

Otherwise, do you really think that it was the innocence and kindness of the young priestess that moved those black-hearted merchants and made them feel embarrassed to cheat her?

Anna has not been sold off until now, all based on the powerful force they have shown, especially the goblin warlock Vic, a caster who has mastered the three-ring fireball spell, which is still very deterrent.

And Vic obeyed Gavin's orders, saying that he was not a slave, and his words and deeds looked like a slave. This made those experienced old-timers a little confused about Gavin's bottom line, thinking that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, getting close to him as much as possible, and would not easily provoke him, let alone actively test his bottom line.

"What do we need so many trucks for?" This time it was Gavin's turn to fail to keep up with Anna's train of thought.

"Sell them for money. A well-made truck is worth at least 300 gold coins. If we buy it from those lizardmen, we don't even need 3 gold coins. That's a hundred times the profit!" Anna calculated with her little calculations.

"That's the account, but have you considered the transportation problem? Let's not talk about how long it will take to repair them. Just say that after they are repaired, how much will it cost to transport them? The second half of our journey will become more and more difficult, especially after entering the rocky area. Most of them are rugged mountain roads. It will be very difficult for a single horse to load a car. We only have three people and three horses, and at most we can add a truck.

Your uncle Bed's gang, each of them can make oil out of their bones. If there is really a business with a hundred times profit, they would have eaten it up long ago and would not wait for you to find it.

If my guess is correct, this may be the trade route, the well-known truck graveyard. Whether it is going east or west, when it comes here, the trucks will be seriously worn out. Some have to be abandoned, or find replacement parts here, barely repair them, and then go on the road again."

Gavin drank several basins of cold water in a row. Anna, who was originally in high spirits and thought she had found a great treasure, suddenly felt like an eggplant hit by frost.

"What are you still standing there for?" Gavin waved at Anna.

"What are you going to do?" Anna asked weakly.

"To see the treasure you found." Gavin said with a smile.

"Mr. Gavin is making fun of me again." Anna's little mouth was pouted so much that a soy sauce bottle could be hung on it.

"I am a serious person. When have I ever made fun of you?" Gavin explained with a smile, "This is indeed a treasure. After all, the value of the truck is there. It's just that we can't dig this treasure with our current ability, but it doesn't mean that we won't be able to dig it in the future. Let's evaluate it now."

"You are the one who said it is worthless, and you are also the one who said it is valuable. You have taken all the credit." Anna kicked the mud at her feet and muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Gavin pretended not to hear her complaint.

"Nothing." Anna dragged out her voice, "I think Mr. Gavin is smart. He thinks everything through. Come with me. It's not far ahead."

Anna led Gavin forward, one step deep and one step shallow, trying to avoid those puddles as much as possible. No one knew whether it was a swamp or a mire. They had now entered the periphery of the Thun Swamp.

This was their second day here. They would stay here for at least three more days.

The lizardman village called Greenze where they stopped had the outline of a town. The lizardmen here were also more civilized, at least more civilized than most of their kind. Their first reaction to seeing humans was not to raise weapons but to communicate through language. When they saw the caravan, the lizardmen's faces were full of smiles, which were exactly the same as those on the faces of those profiteers.

The news that a large caravan had stopped here was transmitted to the Thun Swamp yesterday. Since this morning, there have been swamp race merchants, and even individuals bringing goods to trade. These swamp races are not limited to lizardmen, but also wild frogmen, ghost women, dog-headed people, goblins, crocodile people, etc.

Since all intelligent races have trade needs, merchants wandering in the monster jungle generally make two preparations.

If those monsters come with swords and malice, they will use swords.

If they come with goodwill and goods, they will also welcome them with smiles and goods.

It doesn't matter who you do business with?

As long as there is profit, most merchants don't care who their trading partners are.

They also have their own set of arguments. Their trade will maintain the balance between supply and demand. Without demand, the aggressiveness of those monsters will be greatly reduced, and their caravans will be safer, and the people around them will also be safer.

Although they are somewhat exaggerating their own merits, they also have some perverse logic.