The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Inside the market, a man dressed in gray cloth, wearing a hood and a mask appeared.

Who else could this be but Ron?

After walking two streets, he entered "The Tracy Shop".

This is a shop run by the Therese family, which emphasizes honest business practices.

This is also why Ron chose to sell potions here.

"Hello sir, welcome to Therese's shop. How can I help you?"

The female receptionist at the door did not show any disgust because of the guest's strange attire; she still greeted him with a smile, clearly indicating that she had received professional training.

"I want to sell potions. Have your shopkeeper come over."

Ron did not hide his purpose, because there was no need to, as ordinary potions were occasionally available on the market.

It's not unusual.

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment."

The female receptionist bowed and left, heading towards the inner room.

Ron plopped down on the soft sofa and waited silently.

A short while later, the female receptionist returned.

"Sir, please come with me."

Ron nodded, stood up, and followed the receptionist into the inner room.

It was a small, simply furnished room with only two sofas and a tea table.

There was another woman in the room, a beautiful woman.

Upon seeing Ron enter, she lifted her shapely buttocks, encased in a pale purple dress, from the soft sofa, reached out her hand, parted her rosy lips, and spoke softly.

"Hello sir, my name is Fanny, and I am the owner of this shop."

She is 25 years old this year, about 172 cm tall, with a slender figure wrapped in a light purple dress, flaxen hair falling to her chest, fair skin, delicate features, and a small mole on the left corner of her mouth. She exudes the charm of a young woman.

"Hello Ms. Fanny, my name is Rodman."

Ron just made up a name on the spot, since he probably wouldn't come back again anyway.

This woman named Fanny had soft hands and smelled of violets, which was very pleasant.

"Mr. Rodman, which potion are you planning to sell today?"

Fanny gently placed her round, pert buttocks on the soft sofa and looked at the man in front of her.

"Holy Knight's Potion".

Ron got straight to the point, pulling out four bottles filled with potions and handing them to the woman.

Four potions?

As a shop owner, Fanny rarely saw so many items sold at once, but she remained calm and asked with a smile:

"Excuse me, sir, may I have these potions tested?"

"of course."

After receiving Ron's permission, Fanny took a deep breath, and her brown pupils gradually turned pale gold, her eyes shimmering with a golden glow like a thin mist.

This is a unique bloodline inheritance of the Therese family, the Illusory Eye, which can greatly enhance eyesight and allow one to see things that are invisible to the naked eye.

Potions are very helpful in identifying treasures; you can almost immediately tell if a potion is genuine or fake.

This is also why the Therese family has been able to prosper and remain powerful.

The men in their family will become excellent knights, and having these eyes will give them an advantage over other knights.

The women were all assigned to various shops, and Therese Fanny, standing before us, was one of them.

“Mr. Rodman, there is no problem with the potion.”

Fanny withdrew her illusory gaze and said with a smile:

"I can offer 1300 gold coins per unit to buy them."

"no problem."

Ron didn't think there was any problem at all; in fact, he thought it was perfect.

It's worth noting that inferior Holy Knight potions don't cost more than 1500 gold coins, and normally fluctuate around 1300 gold coins.

However, with the development of the far north underway, the price of potions will temporarily rise.

1,300 is already considered an extremely high price.

"Please have a seat, I will have someone bring the gold coins right away."

Fanny got up, walked to the door, gave a command to the person outside, and then put her round, pert buttocks back on the sofa.

“Mr. Rodman, if you have any more potions for sale next time, I will offer you a price that will satisfy you.”

Normally she wouldn't say these things, but today was an exception because she could tell that the potions were made no more than two days ago.

In other words, at this moment, there is a force in Winterfell that possesses the recipe for the Holy Knight's potion.

"That's all the potions I have."

Ron's eyes narrowed, and he spoke coldly.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Rodman."

Fanny immediately bent down and bowed to apologize.

She didn't intend to ask for more, because the potion recipes were all in the hands of the great nobles.

She can't afford to offend any of these forces...

Chapter 20: Five thousand gold coins earned! The banquet officially begins!

Soon, a young knight in gleaming armor entered the room and placed a box on the table.

pat-

Fanny opened the box, inside was a pile of gleaming gold coins, more than five thousand in total.

One hundred gold coins weigh one jin (a traditional Chinese unit of weight), so this weighs a full 52 jin.

No wonder it required a knight to carry it in.

"Mr. Rodman, here are five thousand two hundred gold coins. Please count them."

Fanny looked at the other person with a smile in her eyes.

"I've heard about the reputation of the Therese family."

Ron closed the box, picked it up, and walked towards the door, showing no intention of staying.

"Mr. Rodman, thank you for your trust. I hope we will have the opportunity to work together again in the future."

Fanny watched the man's departing figure, her eyes filled with longing.

Ron didn't turn around, but raised his hand and waved as a farewell.

After leaving Therese's shop, Ron carried a box full of gold coins and wandered through the streets and alleys.

Once he was sure he wasn't being followed, he removed his disguise and returned to the carriage.

Fiona, who had been waiting anxiously, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the man return.

"Where have you been, Master? You've put on so many disguises."

"I brought back some gold coins."

Ron opened the heavy box, and immediately, the carriage shone with golden light, revealing gold coins in front of Fiona.

Her pupils widened as she looked at the gold coins, then at Ron;

"Where did you steal this from?"

Fiona immediately thought of this possibility when she thought of Ron's previous attire.

However, he immediately rejected the idea, saying that he had heard of people stealing tens or hundreds of gold coins, but no one could steal such a large box of gold coins.

“Fiona, I am a gentleman.”

Ron looked helplessly at his maid.

"I understand now. The master must have found a lonely noblewoman and sold his body to get so many gold coins."

Fiona had a knowing look on her face.

"All you ever think about are these things."

Ron tapped the maid on the head and spoke confidently;

"This is what I earned from making Holy Knight Potions."

"Making potions?"