Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 56: Potion Business
"These woods... are not a big deal if I sell them to you." Sulina walked towards the woods that Ron and his team had brought back with the goblins and villagers. "Generally speaking, this kind of wood is coated with some kind of coating to prevent moisture and insects in order to be suitable for long-distance transportation."

"Some of the coating has fallen off, but the others are still usable. I'll sell them to you at 70% of the purchase price."

The Bronze Dragonborn blinked at Ron and said, "Let me make it clear first. I am not blinded by greed. Logically, I should accept that this trip will result in a total loss. High returns naturally come with high risks."

"But you see, the three of us are basically trapped here now. It's a long way to go home no matter which direction we go. We have nothing now and there's no way we can do it."

"While we appreciate your willingness to collect the coins and trinkets, it is clear that these alone are not enough to help us return home."

"I understand," Ron nodded. "I'll pay the price you asked, but I suggest you don't leave now."

"Since the establishment of the trading post, the caravans passing through the Delusion Land have basically stopped here. Why not stay here and wait for a caravan to pass through the Delusion Land and then go with them? Your safety will be more or less guaranteed."

"We have the same idea," the short and fat businessman said with a smile, "but we are afraid that we, who can't even carry it on our shoulders or hands, will cause you trouble, so we didn't dare to say it."

Ron waved his hand slightly: "You are joking. Maybe you can't help us now, but it doesn't mean you can't help us in the future. I think you will have the opportunity to come here in the future, right?"

"This..." The three traveling merchants looked at each other in bewilderment. They wanted to give up this delusionally blessed road with unique advantages, but this place of right and wrong could not be more real. They really did not want to come here again for no reason.

"Maybe," Su Lina laughed awkwardly. "This is not up to us. Mr. Ron should understand."

"You will only come if there is something good for you, right?" Sera said whatever she wanted to say. "The merchants in our tribe were the same. If we hunted some precious furs, they would come three or four times a year. If they knew that the hunt was not going well, they would basically say goodbye the next year."

The barbarian had one foot on the edge of the table, holding a piece of thigh meat from some unknown creature in his hands. He was eating with his mouth full of oil and mumbling, "There are still many new and interesting things in the fantasy land. Why don't you three take some samples back to see how they sell before you leave?"

"If it doesn't sell well, you can come and look around for the sake of our chief. If it sells well, you can be said to have seized the opportunity, right?"

"That's what the merchant who came to our tribe at least once a year said."

The three merchants looked at each other, and Sulina couldn't help but ask curiously: "But, from what we have seen here, there doesn't seem to be any goods worth mentioning? If it were just furs and meat, we wouldn't have to travel so far - I'm just talking about the facts, not that we are ungrateful."

This is not the snowfield of the Far North. It has a special geographical environment and ecosystem. Various creatures are rarely seen among the city-states, so they can be sold at a high price.

Swamps, forests, rainforests... these types of terrain are not uncommon, but they are not as dangerous as imagined. For businessmen, that is actually a good thing.

"Uh--" The barbarian was choked. Sera was only talking about her own experience. She had no idea how to solve the problem specifically.

"Alchemical materials and potions?" Ron thought for a moment. "There are a lot of alchemical materials here. My friend and I know herbal medicine and some alchemy. The most special one at the moment is the healing potion."

"Excuse me for being blunt, but this is not special," the thinner businessman laughed. "I'm in the alchemy business. I have two alchemists under me, and I can be self-sufficient in making healing potions." "Unless... you can make advanced healing potions, or even powerful healing potions?"

He didn't dare to think about the most effective healing potion. That kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can make, and it is basically priceless. A bottle can be sold for five or six thousand gold coins.

"You guessed wrong," Lavinia came out of her workshop (Ron's) and walked towards Ron with a wooden box in her arms. "This is the result of the past two days. I have completely mastered your synthesis process."

"Is this your alchemist?" The alchemist smiled at Lavinia in a friendly manner, but the halfling did not respond to his polite enthusiasm. "Can I see your finished product?"

"You ask him." Lavinia raised her chin and nodded at Ron, then went back on her own. She had no desire to communicate with strangers.

"Of course, please." Ron made a gesture of invitation, and the businessman quickly squatted down and opened the wooden box.

He had already made up his mind that he must repay Ron for saving his life, so as long as the quality of the healing potion was acceptable, he would be willing to buy it for forty gold coins a bottle when he returned, and only make a small profit for himself.

But after opening it, he was immediately disappointed - there were a lot of healing potions, but the quality...

Even without using identification skills, he could tell at a glance that the effect was worse than that of a normal potion.

"Although the effect is not satisfactory, the production cost is low," Ron saw the other party's doubts and said with a smile, "Adventurers may not be able to use it, but it may be sold among ordinary people."

"How low can it be?" The alchemist's tone was almost hopeless. Reducing the cost of healing potions was a very popular research direction, but there had been little progress.

"Sixteen gold coins, and one bottle takes two hours to make."

Alchemist; "oO?"

"What?!" Su Lina jumped up first, her voice rising eight octaves, "Mr. Ron, I'm willing to cooperate with you! Can you sell me this box of potions? I'm willing to pay twenty-five gold coins for each bottle!"

"Sulina!" The alchemist came back to his senses and looked at his companion angrily, "I'm not cooperating with you just to let you steal my business!"

"Mr. Ron, I am also willing to spend twenty-five gold coins on these potions! But I am in this business, and my sales are much wider than Sulina's!"

"How many are in your box? Can I—"

The alchemist's voice suddenly stopped because he saw Ron take out a bottle of healing potion from the wooden box, revealing the layer underneath.

So this box of potions contains 6x3x2, a total of thirty-six bottles!
(End of this chapter)