Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Lily sneered, "Hmph, now you know how powerful I am. Get lost! Don't bother me while I'm making my money."

Dean Kate, exasperated, retorted, "Ugh... this kind of thing won't sell at all; it's just a pretty vase. In terms of value for money, ours is much better..."

"Excuse me, how much does your prosthetic limb cost?" the adventurer asked curiously.

“The best prosthetics are only 8000 million farries! If you buy them now, I can give you a 6% discount!” Dean Kate stroked his beard.

The secret passage offers a 50% discount. How about that? Aren't you tempted?

"Enough." Lily interrupted, raising her hand. "Isn't your purpose in coming here to steal our guests? I advise you to give up on that idea."

Lily shrugged: "Ask them how much they paid for my family's prosthetic limb?"

Dean Kate retorted angrily, "You wouldn't dare give it away for free, would you?!"

The adventurers exchanged bewildered glances, while Lily smiled with satisfaction: "Hey, it's practically free!"

Since Loki's family lost the war game, the compensation they received was entirely "noname." Moreover, according to the rules, the losing family should theoretically also be considered "noname."

At least nominally, these factions that actively applied for the game all belong to the community under the "Arcadia" alliance.

Now, "noname" not only did not confiscate their assets, but also distributed the "compensation" they received to them, even in the form of goods, which is quite generous, since it is a necessity.

With new prosthetics and restored combat abilities, they can continue to serve their clan. Even if their combat abilities are somewhat diminished, they can still be responsible for training new recruits and collecting materials from the middle and upper ranks.

Dean Kate was furious.

He never expected this outcome. He had only received intelligence about a competitor and came specifically to investigate, unexpectedly discovering hundreds of customers with a genuine need for limb replacements, but...

"How could this happen... Damn it! You just wait!" With that, she strode away angrily.

Amid glanced at Lily as well and sighed.

If the "coconut milk" was initially considered a high-end "beverage," its extremely short shelf life wouldn't have affected their elixir business.

However, the subsequent introduction of various "low-priced miracle drugs" completely disrupted the industry's balance.

At first, they thought Arcadia was just a big spender and was holding a special promotional event to boost other products, but the event was going on for way too long.

Low-end adventurers who buy "coconut milk" will naturally also see other inexpensive elixirs, and will buy some if they want to stock up or go on expeditions.

Recently, the daily income of the clan has begun to gradually decrease.

Now, even the prosthetics business has been taken over. After losing its monopoly, the entire faction's profits are likely to be halved.

That wretched Ciel... I'll remember this grudge!

Amid recalled their first meeting; the boy who had run away from the hospital frowned and puffed out his cheeks.

She seemed to know better than anyone that the "coconut milk" on the market was actually a product of "watering down," which meant that they had a better elixir in their possession, but they just hadn't brought it out!

She stamped her foot and followed Dean Kate's figure, saying softly, "Lady Dean Kate, I think we should think of a solution, otherwise, our profits outside of the treatment center will be squeezed."

"Hmph. Then let's cut them off from the raw materials. Orario has limited access to high-end materials. Send me a commission, and I refuse to believe they can't get the goods without the materials!"

The unpleasant guest left, and the adventurers departed happily as well.

"Lord Mich, is there anything else?" Lily asked the blue-haired man.

"Excuse me, can you franchise your stores?"

"Oh? Why?" Lily asked, knowing the answer already.

Mihe gave a wry smile and took out a vial of elixir: "I can see that. Although your elixir is not as effective as ours, the production volume is too large. And the price is very low. If you are not clearing out your inventory, then it can only prove that you have mastered a technology that we do not know. It is not the formula for the elixir, but some kind of technique that replaces human labor."

Fels' potion production line is indeed not as perfect as manually prepared potions, but that's just the difference between an ordinary pharmacist and a senior pharmacist.

With significant price reductions, only the most highly skilled pharmacists will likely survive.

Just like the art world, which has been impacted by AI-generated artwork.

Moreover, pharmacists who have mastered the art of "harmony" are extremely rare.

Michton paused, then continued, "Therefore, I'd like to join your 'Arcadia' Chamber of Commerce by contributing my technology as equity. We'll focus on developing new drugs and achieving technological breakthroughs, while you'll handle production and sales."

Lily became interested: "What are your terms?"

Mich held up a finger: "10%, we only want 10% of the patent fee. But you need to provide us with various magical potion materials for research. You can also tell us your ideas, and we will try our best to meet them."

Lily's eyes lit up, and without a second thought, she extended her hand: "Okay, it'll be a pleasure doing business with you!"

The Deankat Familia is indeed larger and has a wider variety of products than the Mich Familia, but that doesn't mean Mich is less capable than Deankat; it's simply a matter of choice.

This is equivalent to an 'investment'. As a shareholder of the "Mih" clan, Arcadia can reasonably enjoy its technological achievements and pay the corresponding fees.

With the new medicine formula provided by the Mih clan, the entire Arcadia Merchant Guild no longer needs to rely solely on Fels to shoulder the burden.

Does this mean Dean Kate has even less of a chance?

Lily thought for only a moment before a mischievous grin spread across her face...

What does this have to do with Lily? As long as Lily earns more Fari, that's all that matters.

Chapter 372 Finn: It's Time to Consider the Issue of a Successor

The aftermath of the war game passed amidst the noise and gossip, and Orario returned to its peaceful and tranquil daily life.

And so, four days later, Finn, who was living in the Dean Clan, slowly awoke.

He stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling, the pain emanating from his body causing him to frown.

“Hmm… Finana.”

He seemed to recall the fleeting glimpse of the pinnacle of skill, 'Supreme Spear,' before he fell asleep, and Palum's ideals, the definition of courage, that echoed countless times in his dreams.

He slammed his body onto the bed again, covering his eyes with his arm.

"Hey, [Hero], you're awake. You've been asleep for five days." The sound of a dwarf crunching on an apple rang in his ears.

"Stop making fun of me, old man."

"I'm not that much older than you, you stinky Palum! I just look a little older than you!"

"Sorry sorry."

Finn lowered his hand and leaned back on the bed: "How is the situation with the Familia?"

"I lost, and now I owe a huge sum of money. I heard even Jeter has shown up. Seriously, this is getting more and more chaotic, and my brain just can't process it."

“Oh…” Finn’s eyes were blank. He subconsciously refused to think. He always felt that it was because he was pushed into the position of “Commander” during the Great Conflict that his ideals and actions had become seriously divergent.

"By the way, where's Finana? Grace, have you seen that pure white saintess?"

"I was unconscious even before you, how could I have seen this? Did you get hammered senseless, Finn?" Grace spat out apple crumbs.

After a pause, Grace continued, "However, I have indeed heard similar rumors; the 'Feniana' you speak of truly exists."

"Loki told me that while you were unconscious, over 100 dwarves wanted to join the 'Knights of Fenana,' and they're waiting for you to deal with them."

“Me?” Finn gave a bitter laugh. “I’m not qualified.”

There was a knock on the ward door.

"Hey, I heard you're awake." The blond-haired travel god Hermes greeted him, placing a note on the table:

"This is the medical bill that Amide asked me to send. Please make up the outstanding amount as soon as possible."

Finn glanced at the fees and gave a wry smile: "Hey, this price increase is a bit excessive."

"Hmm... I heard that the business of spiritual herbs has been slow these past few days, so the treatment fees have been raised." Hermes shrugged.

"Lord Hermes, you didn't come here specifically to collect a debt, did you?" Finn said helplessly.

Hermes cut to the chase: "It's about 'Noname,' 'Jester,' and 'Metluja.' I'd like to hear the [Hero's] opinion."

“I’m sorry, I can’t give you an answer. I’m not in the mood to think about these things right now.” Finn gave a curt laugh.

Now, Finn's mind is filled with Finana.

During his coma, he seemed to have a very long dream in which he was a candidate for the Knights of Finana, absorbing various techniques...

When I woke up, the scenes in the dream were blurry, and I couldn't remember the rest of the story.

But the banner of Finana and the faith kept replaying in my mind.

Having personally witnessed Finana's glory, Finn felt incapable of shouldering the heavy responsibility of "Palum's Restoration." He needed to find Finana and follow in her footsteps.

Instead of thinking about "noname", you should think about your partner's issues.

The hero has drowned; it's time to entrust hope and courage to the next generation.

Seeing Finn fall silent, Hermes asked curiously, "What are you thinking about? Are you more worried about the man-made labyrinth and the Fallen Fairies?"

"No, I'm thinking, I'm not getting any younger, it's time to have a child."

"Uh……"

Finn's astonishing statement caught Hermes completely off guard.

"So your brain really got damaged? Finn! Do you still recognize me? Huh?" Grace exclaimed.

"What? Is it strange? I'm 36 years old too." Finn spread his hands.

"Oh? You have a target? Which woman is it?" Hermes asked curiously.

"I haven't decided yet, but at least she should be a member of the same race with courage, hmm?" Finn paused for a second, then continued, "Perhaps 'Feniana' would be good; I'm going to find her anyway."

"..."

Hermes suddenly realized that the hero had been pierced by "Fenana's" spear and had now transformed into the shape of "Fenana." Such a hero was no longer of any use.

He sighed and said, "I wish you success."

Turning away from the treatment center, Hermes stood on the bustling, peaceful city street, gazing up at the sky.

"Oh dear, what's troubling you, Hermes? Want to peep into the women's bathhouse?" A gentle female voice sounded from behind.

Hermes paused for a second after seeing the name of the shop, 'Therapeutic Hot Spring'.

Look down.

Before me stood a goddess with long chestnut hair, her hair damp, her collarbone glistening with moisture, wearing a loose bathrobe, and her ample breasts seemingly about to burst forth.

“Astraea, it’s been a long time…” Hermes chuckled, pulling down the brim of his hat.