My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"What did you just say? Say it again." Lemansky felt his heart tremble.

Waiting for you for a few days, what are you going to do? Do you want to set off with the caravan to go somewhere else? Be sure to win over them well

Crown had no idea that the old man had so many thoughts running through his mind. He replied: "I want you to wait a few more days. I'm going to make another batch of blood-boiling potions. I'm a little tight lately."

Lemansky was a little surprised. The pharmacist said that he was short of money, but he really didn't have many.

However, he did not continue to think about this problem. He only had one thought in his mind now, which was to win over this talented pharmacist.

He stood up, said, "Wait first," and left in a hurry.

About five minutes later, Lemansky came over carrying several small boxes.

"I can still get 40 servings of black sage and blue tulip here. The other ingredients for the blood-boiling potion are all common herbs. I don't have any reserves here."

"I have sufficient reserves of auxiliary medicines."

The old man nodded: "How long will it take you to refine these potions?"

After thinking for a moment, Crown spit out a number: "Two days."

"Okay, we'll wait for you!"

These herbs will be refined by familiar alchemists in the gathering places of the Gisai people, and the other party's refining success rate seems to be more than 30%.

But if you can make a genius pharmacist here, all the losses will be worth it.

"40 materials, 80 gold shields, you brought 9 blood boiling potions, 45 gold shields, so you still have to provide 35 gold shields."

When he came, Croun had already brought all his belongings with him. Now, he has 41 gold shields on his body.

The two paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, and everyone was happy.

After getting the materials, he stood up and said goodbye: "Time is tight, I will go back and start refining early."

Lemansky sent him to the back door of the hotel lobby and told him: "Don't be anxious, stay in top condition, and just follow your normal rhythm. If time is really tight, you can do it a day later."

Crown responded with a gentle smile and the two said goodbye.

. . . .

Taking the medicinal materials, Croun first went to the market block, bought grain, meat and vegetables, replaced it with a good iron pot, and then found a carpenter to replace it with a wooden door.

Come down and spend one and a half gold shields to get out.

His current living situation can be called luxurious in this small town.

However, these are necessary. If he can't keep up with his diet, he may practice the golden light spell to death.

After finishing his work, he rolled up his sleeves and started washing vegetables and cooking.

Shredded beef tripe soup, fried mutton with fungus, stewed chicken with potatoes, this time instead of making rice, he steamed a pot of big, white, round steamed buns.

After having a delicious meal, he started refining the potion.

When he lost concentration, he visualized the golden light mantra.

Except for bathing in the moonlight and meditating during the You period, he has always maintained the rhythm of refining medicine and meditating.

As he continued to refine the blood-boiling potion, his success rate and refining speed were greatly improved.

In the afternoon of the next day, he had finished refining all the materials.

The overall success rate of refining reached 40%, and the success rate of the last ten times was even 60%.

The golden wall emerged, and the growing numbers on it made him feel happy both physically and mentally.

[Herbology: 1276/5000; Level 3]

Now, the increase in proficiency brought about by refining the blood-boiling potion has slowed down. Maybe it won't be long before he needs to find a new extraordinary potion formula, or wait until his liver reaches a certain level.

After quickly packing up the medicine, Kroun carried the medicine box and went out. He had been a frequent visitor to the Goat Hotel these days.

When he saw the visitor coming in with a medicine box on his back, Old Jason greeted enthusiastically: "Business is booming now!"

"Haha, it's okay. When you leave later, bring me a barrel of the best ale."

"No problem!" Jason agreed with a smile, thinking about being a matchmaker in his heart.

This guy is doing really well now. Would you like my niece to introduce him to him?

. . . .

Lemansky breathed rapidly when he saw the potions on the table.

50 potions blinded his eyes, and the old man checked the potions with trembling hands.

Look at the color and smell the taste.

In just the past two days, the other party's success rate has increased so much. He can't rest assured without careful inspection!

Half an hour passed before I could check the potion again.

"I asked, are you doing this kind of business? If I had hundreds of extraordinary potions, wouldn't you have to waste a whole day on checking them?"

Kroen was a little dissatisfied. When making the first transaction, he carefully checked the calculation.

For the second transaction, I already had a basis for cooperation, and yet such strict inspection was a bit nit-picky.

At this time, the old man looked at the other party with burning eyes, like a pervert who couldn't bear to blink for a second when he saw a beautiful woman.

Kroun felt a little nervous in his heart and raised his voice a few times: "Hey, let's settle it if it's no problem."

Lemansky finally became more normal and said: "There is no rush to settle the score. I think we can strengthen cooperation in the future."

"How to strengthen cooperation?"

"We pay a certain percentage of the deposit and are responsible for providing materials, and we can agree on the monthly supply volume."

"No problem," Croun agreed readily.

He currently has no contact with other channels, and it is a dream to have a stable supplier and sales channel.

"You provide the materials and pay a 20% deposit. We will settle the final payment for the materials together."

"no problem!"

This time, it was Croun's turn to be surprised. This condition was actually a bit harsh, and he was already prepared for the other party to bargain.

Faced with his suspicious expression, Lemansky gave the answer: "A genius pharmacist deserves this trust."

. . . .

Croun clutched his backpack tightly and walked into the hotel through the small door in the backyard. 250 gold shields. This huge sum of money made waves in his heart as calm as a pool of water.

Herbalists make so much money!

There were gradually more people in the hotel. He said hello to old Jason and went up to the guest room on the second floor.

He promised to treat the demon hunter master and apprentice to dinner today, and he was here to invite them to his home.

Standing at the end of the corridor, Crown stood up straight and reached out to knock on the door.

Boom, boom.

"Here we come," came the response from inside the house, and the door was opened, revealing Alan's surprised smile.

"Brother, I'm talking to the teacher, should I go directly to your house to find you?"

"Miss me so much?" Crown joked.

"Hehe", the boy laughed awkwardly, turned around and shouted into the room: "Teacher, big brother is here to pick us up."

Geralt walked out with a solemn expression and a polite smile.

Even though he was going to eat, he still carried the weapon behind his back.