My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

‘The price of the Giselles is too high, they are using me like a pig to slaughter’, Geralt’s words are still in his ears.

Crown's eyes were still fixed on Lemansky: "Is this the price for sincere business?"

The old man said without blushing or heartbeat: "At what price do you want to buy it?"

"Black sage costs 50 silver coins per plant, and blue tulip petals cost 15 silver coins per gram."

With a weird "hum", Lemanski said with a smile: "You and Geralt have discussed this, right?"

The only person who came to the caravan recently to buy extraordinary materials was a man named Geralt. He had white hair and an obvious scar on his face. He was very impressed.

However, magic potions are more valuable when refined into extraordinary potions. The Gisai settlement has its own alchemist. He sells the raw materials for the potion price based on the alchemy yield rate of 20%, which is indeed a little more expensive. .

"If you really want it, black sage costs 50 silver coins per gold shield and 35 silver coins per gram for petals."

Kroun has not been in contact with the circle of mysterious people, so he doesn't know what the price the old man gave is, but he can make some insinuations: "If I sell the blood-boiling potion, at what price will you buy it?"

The old man said coldly: "A 5-gold shield, a child and an old man, you can take whatever you have!"

He quickly calculated the price in his mind, and frowned: "According to your price, the material cost of a blood-boiling potion is at least two gold shields, and the purchase price is only five gold shields. In other words, I need to have a success rate of more than 40%. It can guarantee that you won’t lose money. I don’t believe that herbalists can have such a high success rate in making magic potions.”

Now, Crown's 100% success rate in making ordinary potions is completely exceptional, because he is a loser.

He knew that when his father was alive, the success rate of potion manufacturing was only 50% at best, which was the result of more than 10 years of continuous accumulation of experience.

Even with this success rate, Old Moya was very proud, saying that he was the most talented among herbalists.

Based on this probability, other herbalists can produce extraordinary potions at a rate of 50%, but the profit from making potions is only 10%.

Herbalist is a hugely profitable profession, how can you deserve this profit rate!

"Why don't we take a longer-term view? If you have a stable sales channel and I can supply a stable supply, wouldn't it be a win-win situation? The potion I showed is far from the limit of my ability. The reason why I didn't take out The blood-boiling potion trade was just because I didn’t have the materials on hand.”

Facing the doubtful and scrutinizing eyes projected from the opposite side, Crane remained calm and composed.

Give me a moment, these are the facts.

"You earn hard-earned money from buying and selling in business. If you make an investment, the return may be a thousand times greater. For a genius herbalist, you only need to invest dozens of gold shields to gain his friendship and gain a stable life." supply channels.”

Inexplicably, Crown felt that the golden wall should have awakened a skill called bluffing or deception.

Lemansky looked at the young man opposite who exuded confidence. His right thumb kept rubbing his index finger. This was a little habit of his, and he did it whenever he needed to make a major decision.

Although the amount of dozens of gold shields was not small, he could fully afford it. What he couldn't bear was that he was deceived into taking away a batch of materials at a low price.

That is a complete insult to his intelligence!

The old man gritted his teeth: "Black sage costs 50 silver coins per plant, and blue tulip petals cost 15 silver coins per gram. I will give you ten portions. If you can deliver me a blood boiling potion within two days, I will We will supply the goods at this price, and we will complete the transaction when you come to trade tomorrow. If you can't get the blood-boiling potion, hey, you will be blacklisted by our Gisai caravan."

"Pa", Croun snapped his fingers: "Wise choice, you will be glad for today's decision. Now, can you get me a pocket watch, the most common one is fine, I just use it to keep time."

The old man shouted in the Gisei language, and a young man picked up an oil lamp and stood up and walked out.

After a while, the young man came in with an antique box and handed it to Lemansky.

The old man took the box and took out a pocket watch with a brass cover, saying, "1 gold shield, cheap, easy to use, and decent."

Crown took the pocket watch and played with it. There was a clover pattern on the cover and a thin silver chain.

"No counter-offer," the old man suddenly said.

With a chuckle, he took out his golden shield and said, "Happy cooperation, see you tomorrow."

. . . .

When Crown walked out of the backyard, he saw Geralt sitting quietly with melancholy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

It is incompatible with this noisy environment.

The child was playing with a dagger. His movements were graceful and swift, dazzling everyone watching.

"Old Jason, is the roast leg of lamb ready? Serve it when it's ready," Crown shouted.

"Okay soon, just wait."

"Is the business settled?" Geralt asked after coming back to his senses.

"We've reached an agreement. I think the old man Lemansky is quite easy to talk to. He promised to sell me ten black sage plants for 50 silver coins each."

"Brother, how did you do it?"

Allen looked surprised. In his impression, the old man Gisai was particularly unkind. Most of the materials they sold were priced at a reduced price. Not only did they sell things that were expensive, but they didn't even offer counter-offers.

Crown said jokingly: "Maybe I am particularly approachable."

He paused and asked, "Can you please tell me what you are buying sage for? If it is making a potion, I might be able to help."

The boy's eyes turned to the white-haired man.

Geralt sat up straight and said solemnly: "I would like to reintroduce myself. My name is Geralt Kent. This is my student Alan Bolvar. We are witchers."

"When I passed through the town, I learned that there was an evil spirit roaming here. I talked to the priest of the church and the patrol captain. If I could catch the evil spirit, they were willing to offer a reward, and we would stay here for a while."

"The purchase of black sage is related to our unique fighting style. We make it into sword oil specifically for demon hunters."

Allen was a little uneasy. He was a little worried that this kind brother was unwilling to make friends with them.

In this case, he won't be able to eat the roast leg of lamb!

In the circle of mystics, the reputation of witchers is not good, because the original witchers were fighting machines created by warlocks to fight against the increasingly rampant monsters.

After rigorous training, the warlocks inject children with drugs that can cause mutations. Only those who endure the intense pain of mutation and survive without going crazy can become real demon hunters.

Due to the extreme pain they experienced, most of the demon hunters initially created by the warlocks were indifferent, cruel and murderous. Some even became completely lost in the endless killing and became executioners who slaughtered human beings.

Although the training methods of demon hunters have been improved day by day, and their shortcomings such as emotional indifference and tendency to go crazy have been greatly improved, people's inherent impression of this profession that fights against evil creatures is difficult to change.

Most of the uninformed people still fear and hate the witchers.