Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

As soon as Byron entered the potions workshop in the market, he was surrounded by many shop owners.

The group of people spoke all at once, with smiles on their faces.

"Byron the Wizard, you're here selling potions again? How many are you planning to sell this time? No matter how many you sell, I'll buy them all and give you the highest price, how about it?"

"Master Byron, come to me, my price will definitely be higher than what that old codger Egger offered!"

"Lord Byron, don't listen to those two's nonsense. I have a wizarding family backing me up, which is why I was able to take them all!"

"Lord Byron the Wizard, sell it to me, I'm sure I can..."

"......."

Upon seeing this, Byron gave a wry smile.

I was popular before, but I shouldn't be in this state. Could it be that something happened that I don't know about?

But for now, he can only deal with it as it is.

After all, these people were the owners of various potion shops, and he couldn't afford to offend them casually.

The other wizarding apprentices in the market who came to buy or sell potions but did not know Byron were all incredulous at the sight.

Why are those potion shop owners who used to ignore them so indifferent suddenly becoming so obsequious? Are they hallucinating?

"What's going on? Have these bosses taken the wrong medicine? Why are they acting like this?"

"I'm here to sell potions too, why don't these bosses treat me like this? They always treat me like dirt, trying to drive down the price!"

"......"

As some uninformed wizard apprentices began to mutter their complaints, the boss, who was passing by, overheard them and scoffed disdainfully.

"Your trash potions dare to compare themselves to the potions made by Byron the wizard? Don't you even know what kind of stuff you are?"

"Do you know what kind of potion Lord Byron concocts? It's a potion that can aid in meditation, and its purity can even reach over 95%."

"You're not even fit to carry my shoes, still whispering and gossiping. You'd be better off spending that time researching potions and improving their purity!"

"Okay, now get out of the way!"

Hearing the words coming from behind, some impatient wizard apprentices wanted to refute or even openly argue.

But the next moment, when they saw who was standing behind them, they all fell silent and quietly made way for them.

This person was none other than Wayne, the owner of the largest shop in this potion market.

Let alone being insulted like this, even if he spat on us, we would still have to smile, wipe it off, and praise him for spitting so well.

The moment the road cleared, Wayne didn't linger with the wizard apprentices and hurriedly ran towards Byron.

With his large size, he even managed to squeeze a path through the crowd.

This move naturally drew criticism from numerous business owners.

"Wayne, you fat pig, what are you pushing for? Don't you know how to queue?"

"Yeah, Wayne was late, so he was waiting outside!"

"......"

They were all owners of potion shops, so naturally they didn't need to be afraid of offending Wayne like those wizard apprentices who sold potions.

Although their shop was smaller, it was still supported by a wizarding family.

Wayne, however, showed no politeness and retorted, "Master Byron has always been my client, what are you doing here!"

"No matter how high your offer is, can it possibly be higher than mine?!"

"It's not that I look down on you, but with your size, do you really think you can all consume Lord Byron's potion?!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding business owners were also furious, but they didn't continue to refute him.

Because what Wayne said was the truth.

After Wayne squeezed to the front, he immediately blocked Byron behind him, waving his hands as if to drive him away.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse. Lord Byron's potions were all sold to me, so you can all leave!"

When the surrounding shopkeepers saw Wayne arrive, a look of displeasure appeared on their faces.

I was hoping to buy some potions before Wayne arrived, but I didn't expect him to be so well-informed and arrive so quickly.

Most business owners, seeing that things were beyond their control, simply left.

Wayne nearly choked with rage upon hearing this.

The remaining bosses wanted to keep trying, but ultimately slunk away under Wayne's watchful gaze.

However, before leaving, they took the opportunity to disgust Wayne, telling Byron that if Wayne wasn't priced right, they could sell him to them, and they would always be waiting for Byron's visit.

As the crowd dispersed, Byron wiped the sweat from his brow.

So being too popular isn't necessarily a good thing.

As many of the bosses left, the wizard apprentices who had gathered to watch the show gradually dispersed.

As the crowd dispersed, a man gave Byron a long, deep look before leaving.

Youlan Magic Potions Shop.

Byron looked at Wayne sitting opposite him and asked directly about what had just happened.

"Wayne, what happened to those potion vendors?"

"And it seems like it's not just the potion workshop that's like this; other things like alchemy defense... are also a bit unusual."

Wayne wanted to keep it a secret, but gave up when he thought Byron would find out sooner or later.

It would be a loss to ruin his relationship with Byron for such a petty gain.

Wayne spoke frankly: "Isn't it because the annual mandatory mission is approaching?"

"Most wizarding apprentices want to take advantage of this last bit of time to improve themselves as much as possible so they can get through the mission smoothly."

"Furthermore, as you know, most potion shops are founded by wizarding families, and members of those families also go on to study at academies."

"They also need to collect potions, magical artifacts, and so on to meet the needs of their descendants, which has led to the current situation."

Byron quickly realized what was happening and smiled at Wayne: "Wayne, I suppose you feel the same way."

During this period, he sold almost all of the potions he concocted to this guy named Wayne in front of him.

Not only because he was recommended by his mentor, but also because the price he offered was the highest in the entire potion workshop.

So over time, Byron and he developed a relationship, and Byron would sell potions to him every time.

This is one of the reasons why Byron didn't speak when he was surrounded by his boss.

Another important reason is that people are not worried about scarcity, but about inequality.

He only has so many potions, and the boss certainly can't serve everyone.

If someone doesn't get it, there's a high chance they'll hold a grudge against them.

In that case, it would be better to sell it to Wayne as before.

Of course, no matter what, the price must be right.

After all, friendship is friendship, and magic stone is magic stone.

Wayne chuckled: "Of course, aren't we friends? I'll definitely offer a high price to ensure your satisfaction. I just wonder about the quality of this batch?"

Byron: "Don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you, but those potions I asked you to prepare..."

"You can rest assured about that."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance, both with smiles on their faces.