Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 53 Flea Market

Hellagur was going to the flea market to sell White Licorice Healing Potion, a common and popular potion there.

He plans to sell what he has first and see how it goes; if there are any problems, he will consider other options.

The potions brewed by wizard apprentices are not as good as those sold by the official Moonglade, but they are generally effective enough for them.

The flea market was essentially a plaza, and as Herag was looking for a spot to set up his stall, he ran into an acquaintance.

Leo, wearing glasses, sat on a small stool with a thick book in his hand, and in front of him were several tall stacks of books.

"Leo!" Herag greeted him.

Leo turned around and saw it was Hellagur. He adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Long time no see, Hellagur."

"Is there anyone next to you? I'm planning to set up a stall here," Herag asked.

He saw that both sides of Leo's stall were empty, with no one setting up a stall.

"Nobody's here. The stalls at the flea market are all unclaimed; it's first come, first served," Leo explained.

Hearing this, Herag felt relieved. He took out four bottles of white cinnamon healing potion from his bag and placed them in front of him. Then, like Leo, he took out a book and began to study.

He was reading "The Basic Principles of Meditation".

Helag has learned so much in this short period of time that he certainly can't digest it all; he must spend more time studying and researching.

Deep blue can indeed help him progress faster, but it may also become a constraint on his further progress in the future.

"The only person you can ever truly trust is yourself; even the deep blue is just an external force."

Leo, seeing him take out four bottles of White Dried Fruit healing potions, exclaimed in surprise, "You've already learned potion-making?"

"I guess I've learned it to some extent, but I lost a lot of money practicing, so I had to come out and exchange some magic stones to cut my losses." Herag looked worried, as if he had lost a lot of magic stones.

Leo nodded understandingly: "For us wizard apprentices without much background, it's best not to get involved in potion-making at the beginning, it's too expensive."

"Indeed, this is not something the poor can afford. I'll stop after I sell this batch of potions," Herag sighed.

He gave up the idea of ​​continuing to brew White Pepper Potions to earn magic stones. It was understandable that he had fewer potions now, as many wizard apprentices brewed White Pepper Healing Potions when they first learned potion-making, and it was normal for them to sell them.

However, it would be unusual for Horag to produce so many potions, as most people don't have such a high success rate when making potions.

If Herag were to produce twenty bottles of White Dictamnus healing potion, it would generally require at least sixty portions of raw materials, which is no small sum.

Where would a first-class wizard apprentice get so much money? It will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Herag is hoping to avoid as much trouble as possible, and he can raise the money for Dawn Potions by doing other quests.

"Is this a white peony root remedy?"

Before long, a customer came in: a male wizard apprentice with red curly hair, who looked to be around twenty years old.

Herag replied, "Yes."

"Can I take a look?"

Herag laughed and said, "Of course."

When wizards trade potions, they usually check the quality, since these aren't officially sold by Moonglade.

Many novice wizards, even if they fail at making potions, will brazenly sell them, specifically targeting unsuspecting wizards.

Many people are still being scammed, and quite a few do so every year; it's become a common occurrence.

Any slightly experienced wizarding apprentice will carefully check the quality before buying potions.

The curly-haired wizard carefully examined the White Pepper Healing Potion, checking its color, turbidity, and other characteristics. After a moment, he said, "This potion is not bad. I'll buy two bottles."

"Deal!" Herag picked up a bottle and handed it over, receiving ten magic stones in return.

The white cinnamon medicine sold even better than Helag had anticipated; all four bottles sold out quickly.

Helag took out three more bottles, intending to keep two for himself.

Leo stared wide-eyed at the three bottles of potions: "You spent so much money?"

"Sigh!" Herag sighed. "Don't even mention it, we still owe Mr. Larry quite a bit of money."

Leo suddenly realized something, as if he understood: "I see, I really envy you."

Helag smiled but didn't speak or explain anything.

"I'll borrow Mr. Larry's influence a little..." Herag mentioned Larry simply to avoid trouble for himself.

After exchanging a few words, the two fell silent and each continued reading their books.

Leo's business is a bit slow; no one has come to visit for half a day.

Horag's business came knocking again soon, this time with a tall, slender woman dressed in a black wizard apprentice robe.

As she passed by, she glanced at the White Fresh Healing Potion on Herag's stall, exclaimed in surprise, and squatted down beside the stall to pick up a bottle of the potion and examine it.

Herag estimated that the woman was about 1.8 meters tall. When she squatted down, her long legs were particularly noticeable, giving the illusion that her legs were all below her neck.

"Did you make this potion?" the woman asked.

Hrag nodded: "Yes."

"Just three bottles? Are there any more?"

Herag laughed, "I don't have that many magic stones to buy materials; this is all I have."

"Alright, your skill level is not bad. I'll take these three bottles." The woman readily took out fifteen magic stones and left.

As Herag watched her leave in a hurry, he couldn't help but glance again at her long legs, which were faintly visible beneath her robe.

Seven out of nine bottles of White Fresh Healing Potion were sold, earning thirty-five magic stones.

"Leo, I'm leaving now," Herag said to Leo, who was still reading.

Leo nodded stiffly, his eyes never leaving the book.

Herag couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Leo's expression. He thought to himself, "Leo is working so hard but he's still only a first-class wizard apprentice. I wonder if it's because he has too few resources or too little talent."

On his way back, he observed the other stalls, many of which sold potions, including a number of White Fresh Healing Potions, but most of them were of mediocre quality.

Hrag's White Dictamnus healing potion is milky white, only slightly less so than the pure white one sold in Moonglade.

This gap is something he cannot currently overcome, because it is a gap in mental strength.

The potions sold in Moonglade are mostly made by skilled third-class wizard apprentices or full wizards. Their magical quality is far superior to that of Horag. Only potions made with high-quality magical energy can achieve the highest quality.

The white peony root treatment solution sold by these people all have a slightly yellow tinge, and some are even completely yellow solutions, which are almost unusable.

This scene made Hellagur realize even more that he could no longer make money by selling potions, at least not until he had enough power.

After returning home, Herag took out his runestone and began browsing for suitable quests.

I currently have a total of thirty-seven magic stones, not even enough to cover the cost of materials for one Dawn Potion.

One task caught Hrag's attention.

"Hunting a stone giant and finding a wizard apprentice who can handle the stone giant's heart and is familiar with potions will be rewarded with twenty magic stones."

(End of this chapter)