Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

And so Byron followed the flow of people, looking at each stall one by one, until he reached the end of the market.

After looking at the last stall, Byron shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Novels are all lies; there's no way you can find a bargain. He even had to use his all-knowing eye to scan them one by one, only to find they were all garbage.

However, that's not quite right. What's trash to him might be a treasure to these people.

However, after spending so much time, Byron did not gain nothing.

He found what he needed through the conversation: a shop selling magic potions.

Selling through street stalls isn't impossible, but it's a last resort.

After all, selling through a street stall would be too eye-catching, which would not fit his low-key persona.

On the other hand, this kind of sales speed is too slow, making it impossible to quickly move in and out, and it is easy for unexpected changes to occur.

Therefore, focusing on those stores is his best option at present.

However, Byron did not go to the shop immediately, but wandered around for a while before strolling over.

Upon arriving at the shop, a huge wooden sign stands at the entrance, bearing the words "El Potion Shop".

However, the scene in the shop was far from Byron's expectations; it was even more deserted than he had imagined.

Apart from two apprentices, there were only two or three other people casually looking at the potions displayed in the shop.

There were only a few types of potions on display, and most of them were the kind that helped mercenaries in combat.

Moreover, judging from their appearance, Byron felt that the likelihood of them making a purchase was not very high.

This sight made Byron wonder if the shop could possibly consume so many of his potions.

However, since we're already here, we have to go in and take a look, otherwise it would be a wasted trip.

Byron entered the shop without stating his intentions directly, and like the other customers, wandered around the shop.

As a result, the two apprentices only glanced at Byron and then ignored him, assuming he had just come in to take a look.

As time passed, Byron was the only one left in the shop.

Seeing this, Byron did not delay any longer and walked straight toward one of the young-looking apprentices.

The inexperienced apprentice, seeing this, thought a business opportunity had arrived, and a bright smile appeared on his face. He took two steps forward to greet him.

"Hello, esteemed wizard. What kind of potion do you need? All the potions in our shop are made by the esteemed wizard Esl."

"This is on a completely different level from the potions sold by those wandering wizards outside. I guarantee you can use it with confidence and peace of mind."

Byron was almost embarrassed to interrupt his young apprentice, who was selling so enthusiastically.

However, a dream is just a dream, and it will eventually shatter.

Byron interrupted him: "Excuse me, just kidding, I'm not here to buy potions."

Upon hearing this, the young apprentice was first stunned, then his eyes gradually reddened, as if he was about to cry.

Another burly apprentice chimed in, defending him: "If you're not buying potions, why are you coming over here? Aren't you bullying me? You better hurry up..."

Just then, an old voice suddenly rang out from behind the shop: "Moro, a customer has come in, how can you turn him away? Apologize to the customer."

An elderly man with gray hair but in excellent spirits came out.

"I'm sorry, sir. My apprentice did something wrong just now. I apologize on his behalf. Do you want to buy potions? I'll give you a 20% discount as an apology. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, before Byron could say anything, the burly apprentice became agitated and tried to explain.

But before he could speak, the old man glared at him, so he didn't say anything and stood aside looking aggrieved.

As for the young apprentice, he had long been frightened and shrank to the side, not daring to say anything more.

Byron was not about to stoop to the level of a child, and besides, he had other purposes for being there, so he certainly couldn't afford to make things too awkward.

So he smiled and waved his hand, explaining what had just happened and telling the old man not to blame the apprentice.

Upon hearing this, the two apprentices also felt a surge of goodwill towards Byron.

The old man said, "So that's how it is. I misunderstood you."

After offering a word of comfort to the apprentice, the old man turned to Byron and asked, "Since you're not buying potions, what brings you here?"

Byron glanced outside and, seeing that no one was watching, said, "I'm here to sell potions."

As he spoke, Byron took out the potion he had concocted and handed it to the old man.

The old man's eyes flashed with disdain upon hearing Byron's words.

But when he saw the potion in Byron's hand, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared intently at the vial.

When Byron handed it to him, he quickly reached out and took it, then took out a finely crafted object from his sleeve, which looked like a magnifying glass, and examined it carefully.

The two apprentices, who had initially looked disdainful, also looked at Byron with disbelief upon seeing how much the old man valued him.

Seeing this, Byron had nothing to worry about.

After all, a third-class wizard apprentice has even weaker mental strength than him, so he can't cause any trouble.

Even if he could stir up trouble, Byron was confident he could escape back to the academy.

Byron wasn't worried about whether the old man would see through the potion's secret.

After all, the recipe for this meditation potion is also sold at the academy, and it's not just Byron and Isolde who know it.

After a while, Byron spoke up: "Boss, how is it?"

Upon hearing this, the old man realized what was happening and quickly returned the potion.

"I'm so sorry, I got a little mesmerized. I never imagined that you could concoct a magic potion to aid meditation, and with such purity at that. I'm truly impressed."

Byron ignored the old man's flattery: "Boss, can we talk about the price now?"

Seeing that Byron wasn't fooled, the old man showed no sign of anything amiss: "Guest, how about we go to the back and discuss this in detail?"

Byron refused decisively: "Let's talk here. Name a price, and if I can accept it, we'll do it. If not, I'll turn around and leave without saying anything more."

"After all, this isn't the only place in the market where you can buy potions."

Byron wasn't that bold to go behind him; who knows if there were any shady dealings behind his back?

The old man's expression changed slightly. He did not reply immediately, but pondered for a while before speaking.

"Before answering that question, could I know how many of these potions the guest has?"

At this point, the old man hurriedly added, "of the same purity."

Byron stated frankly, "Twelve tubes of the same potion, their purity is just as good."

Upon hearing this, Byron could clearly sense the joy and excitement in the old man's eyes, even though he was trying his best to suppress it.

Byron didn't give the old man much time to think, pressing his advantage: "Boss, have you made up your mind? If not, I'll go look elsewhere while you think about it."

With that, Byron turned and walked away.

"No!" The old man cried out in alarm upon hearing this.

Seeing the old man like this, Byron also stopped and looked at the old man again.

Seeing this, the old man was afraid that Byron would leave, so he gritted his teeth and said, "If all of these potions are like this, I am willing to buy them for seven magic stones per serving."