T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 603 Chapter 602 Falling into a trap

Chapter 603, Section 602: Walking into a Trap
Throughout the winter, Bonnie witnessed firsthand the "growth" of mint.

After earning enough money to survive the winter using her school uniform, she purchased a batch of potion ingredients and started refining them on the spot.

Since then, Bonnie has never seen her take out her clothes to bully others again.

It was clearly a good approach; I don't understand why she abandoned it.

Each time he sold potions, he would only start by going to a trade route that was very, very far away from Fengjia.

I've never seen business done this way before.

Instead of engaging in one last round of trade with the caravans leaving the city, they mingled with local farmers who were restocking their supplies of fruits and rations, hawking their wares in the same area.

How did she position the product?

As Bonnie expected, very few caravans would stop to evaluate and scrutinize the questionable potions being sold by roadside potion makers.

Occasionally, someone would become interested and offer a buy-one-get-one-free deal on a cheap Lion King silver coin, just to give it a try.

Mint was initially a bit arrogant.

She insists that her potions are of high quality and low price, and resolutely refuses to offer bundled sales or discounts, stubbornly waiting for the right person to buy them.

It doesn't matter. Even in another world, Hayek's big hand can still slap me.

After suffering setbacks for nearly half a month and running out of money, Mint finally gritted her teeth, put aside her stubbornness, and once again revealed her mercenary side, which she was unwilling to show to others, and painfully started selling her precious potions.

At the same time, the stalls were gradually moved closer to the main commercial road of Fengjia City.

Bonnie nodded repeatedly as she read it.

That's right, that's the attitude you should have when doing business.

Unfortunately, the good times don't last long.

Not long after spring arrived, a group of adventurers who had bought peppermint potions stormed up to the stall in a huff.

Fearing that Mint might be in danger, Bonnie quickly moved closer to the crowd.

Hearing the adventurer's angry description and seeing the radiating burn marks on his arm, Bonnie understood the whole story.

Because Hayek slapped Mint across the face, high-end potions were difficult to make, had low profits, and were hard to sell. So Mint obediently entered the potion market, where adventurers had the highest demand.

These useful little potions, which restore magic power, heal wounds, and speed up movement, are very popular.

Even though she was an unlicensed potion maker, she quickly gained some fame among the local adventurers.

With more customers, there will be a demand for customized services.

An adventurer party is hunting a powerful tree spirit and has commissioned Mint to create a portable tempering potion that can quickly enchant weapons and armor.

Mint had a brilliant idea and promoted the use of elemental combustion bottles that could be actively detonated.

These types of projectile potions, which are triggered by magical collisions and produce violent reactions, have replaced enchanted potion orders, according to Mint.

After testing one on the spot and realizing its astonishing power, the adventurer team took out half of their savings and purchased a total of 30 units.

This is a considerable order for both the adventurer and Mint.

The problem lies with these "masterpieces of craftsmanship".

Adventurers can't afford high-end potions, so when Mint makes her own potions, she uses substitute materials.

The advantage is that it is of good quality and inexpensive.

The drawback is that the finished product is unstable.

Mint overestimated the reliability of the finished potion. The adventurers who were hunting the tree spirits accidentally destroyed two potions in a row and were almost killed by Mint.

If the boundary between the virtual and real worlds were there, she would probably fondly recall the time they spent challenging the Underground Temple of the Clarity—yes, she did it both in and out of the game.

In the adventurer's party, if it weren't for the reliable shield guard who risked his life to detonate the potion close to the target, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Having spent countless years teetering on the edge of death, adventurers have only one requirement for their equipment, weapons, and potions—stability and reliability.

They only accept "accidents" when they need equipment and tools that require risking their lives.

As an outsider, Mint's stall selling potions, relying on low profit margins and high sales volume, had long displeased many local potion masters.

Now that they have an excuse, they swarm forward, urging adventurers to hold the perpetrators accountable. They even mingle in the crowd, shouting loudly to condemn the "evil apothecary."

Feeling guilty, Mint asked timidly, "What do you want to do?"

"Pay up the cost of the treatment and the damage to the equipment, and refund the previous cost of the potions!"

Mint clenched her teeth, wanting to bargain, but the increasingly loud discussions made her scalp tingle.

She had finally saved up enough money... and she didn't want to give it up!
Reluctantly, they took out their money pouches, which were unsurprisingly all taken away, along with the potions on the stall, which were also swept clean by the adventurers.

Gazing at the gradually dispersing crowd, and looking down at her empty hands, Mint's eyes reddened.

"What are you still looking at? I have nothing left, are you going to strip me naked?"

Mint glanced at Bonnie, who was staring at her, and, like an angry kitten, held back her tears and hissed loudly.

After taking Bonnie away, Mint turned and disappeared into the surrounding woods, finding a secluded and deserted spot to sob through gritted teeth.

She was never a fragile person, it's just...

"It's been two seasons since I last sent anything to the dawn redwood mother."

Making money is really hard.

The reason she took off her Star Speaker Academy robe was to prove that she could do it all without the academy's backing.

She's no less capable than those idiots who rely on the academy!

Reality repeatedly corrected her perception, taking her back to that snowy night when she first arrived in Fengjia City.

Mint clenched her fists and stood up, fighting back tears.

She was constantly torn about whether to side with someone who drew erotic pictures. Even though she had imagined countless times how she would swindle nouveau riche, reach the pinnacle of life, and become a potion master, deep down, Mint still felt disgusted.

The Master of the Underworld, a scoundrel widely praised among those beastly nobles of Anna.

Just imagining the other person staring at her with lecherous eyes sent chills down her spine.

Recalling what had just happened, he knew that his reputation in Windpod City had vanished, and he didn't know how long it would take to rebuild it...

Mint clenched her fists.

She pulled out two Lion King silver coins that she kept close to her body from her lining, gritted her teeth, and boarded a caravan that was passing by the Jailer's Manor.

"If he has any strange ideas, I'll leave immediately!"

The Jailer's Manor is located deep within the transformed Blue Lake Wetland, while the surrounding area remains a paradise for snakes, insects, and rodents, with strange creatures roaming everywhere.

Currently, the only safe passage in and out is through the sky.

Having spent her last Lion King Silver Coin to rent a Pegasus, Mint now possessed only herself, aside from her witch's hat and her filthy school uniform.

She didn't eat before setting off.

Mint was determined that if she succeeded, she would feast on that damned nouveau riche master.

If you fail, you can simply ride away on your Pegasus, sell your property in another city-state, and start over.

Anyway, I already have nothing left!

Sure enough, as Mint caught sight of the buildings hidden in the woods in the distance, a snake-man appeared before her...?
Hearing that the jailer's nouveau riche paintings were obscene and unsightly, foreigners were frequent subjects on the canvas in order to fully satisfy the unspeakable fantasies of the Anna nobles.

Could this beautiful snake-man in front of me be one of the models for the painting?
Tall and large, it must be a frequent subject on the canvas.

Those bastard nobles in Anna are so extravagant... If you take me in, I'll definitely eat you out of house and homeless!

Mint's inner dark side was sulking, constantly clenching her fists as if doing so would make her fists land directly on the damned jailer master.

On the surface, she put on an innocent-looking smile.

"Could you please tell the jailer master that I'd like to discuss a business deal with him?"

Elaevi looked up and down at the tiny creature in front of her, which was even smaller than the boundary between reality and illusion, and exhaled through her nose.

“This is a private estate. You trespassed without prior authorization.”

"I know, please ask the snake-woman sister to pass on this message for me~~~~"

Mint had never spoken in such a sweet and cloying tone in her life; she had only ever seen academic elites being harassed by women outside the academy.

Those women all speak in that high-pitched voice; after hearing it so many times, it makes your bones melt.

Of course, she felt nauseous after saying it herself...

I can't bear to think about it; it's an absolute dark history.

Elena crossed her arms and glanced sideways: "So, what kind of deal can you make with the jailer master?"

Upon hearing this, Mint changed her cautious expression and stood tall with her head held high.

"I am the future Potions Master!"

"..."

"Go back to where you came from."

Elaeva waved her hand, and a gust of wind element swept Mint and Pegasus backward.

"Don't underestimate me. I, Mint, will definitely become a famous potion master in Anna in the future. You are just a gatekeeper. Don't presume to make decisions for the jailer master!"

"..."

"what's your name?"

"Mint!"

Elaeva was so shocked that her eyes widened in disbelief. After hesitating for a while, she turned and left.

Mint, riding her startled Pegasus, was bewildered in the wind, unsure whether to land on the ground or stay put.

"Is my name really that famous?"

Deep within the jailer's manor, a constant crackling sound could be heard.

Four people sat down, three people watched, and the mahjong tiles were passed around among them.

Since there's still some time before the height of summer, and I'm just killing time anyway, I decided to create a mahjong set to pass the time.

Seeing Elaeva rush back, the three Primarchs beamed with joy.

"Don't go, don't go! Let me teach you how to play. We're one short for a three-player game."

"Still playing, huh?" Elaine slammed her hand on Jiang Heyi's cards.