Chapter 45: Children's Vision (II)
I felt a warm tingle of warmth in my heart. An idea spawn on me as giving the Beast-kin a special job as mercenaries for the future. Their build allowed them to be powerful fighters. The town needed a protector, especially when either Phil or I was not there. They could keep everyone safe.
"So, why did you buy all those herbs?" Phil asked. He was walking beside me.
"I was thinking of recreating an old recipe."
"That is?"
"God's Blo-" My mouth was suddenly stopped by Phil's hands."Are you nuts? You should be careful about what you say so loudly!" He hissed. He was looking around, hoping that nobody was listening in.
I pushed back his hands. "You asked."
"Let's get back to camp. We'll talk there."
We cut short on the shopping. It felt like Phil was ready to tear me apart from how serious he looked as we arrived back to the camp. Don saw us, and he ran up towards us.
"Hey guys, someone came by and dropped a huge stack of herbs. Did you guys buy those?" Don asked, pointing towards the pile of bags that were already creating a small mountain.
"Berry did."
"Really? That makes sense. Only you would do that." Don replied, already knowing that I would do some crazy stuff.
"Well then, on to what I was going to make. I'll be busy until dinner." I cheerfully walked up towards the wagon of herbs. My hand plunged into the first bag, taking a large amount as I went to another. I took each one of them with me to the tent.
With a plop, I sat down. Quickly, I placed them out around me, and I started to go to work. My goal was to make a lower level Red Potion. I remember the specific ingredients and procedures I formulate in my mind, allowing me to quickly maneuver around to make what I need. I pulled out the utensils to help me create what I needed.
Phil came in, wondering what I was doing, and he sat down in front of me. I ignored him. For the next couple of hours, I was bent over mixing and creating the red potion in hand. A harsh smell of herbs blossomed out in the tent, making it a bit stuffy to breathe.
Getting up, Phil opened up the tent to air out the smell, but it still lingered around. I did not expect to take so long to make twenty low level Red and Blue Potions.
As time went by, my back began to hurt as I stretched many times. Even my fingers were starting to cramp up.
"You just made God's Blood and Magic," Phil stated flabbergasted. "This is truly astronomical. Do you know how many Light and Earth Elemental Magicians will be fought for after what you have done today?" He picked up the Blue Potions, swishing it in his hand.
"Not completely."
Phil sighed, looking at me as if I was an idiot.
I couldn't help but snort at him as I crossed my arm. "You created God's Blood and Magic, using the most common ingredient known to existence. Not only that, the procedure actually uses both Light and Earth Magic, which I have never seen used in such a way before."
"Let's not call them God's Blood or God's Magic. It's too confusing. From now on, we are going to call it Blue Potion and Red Potion." I replied as God's Blood and Magic sounded like I was eating a part of God.
"Only you would say such things."
I replied, shrugging my shoulders at Phil's response. It wasn't like I created many things. They were all from lost knowledge inside the library that I had kept. I just had a pretty decent memory.
"Plus, this potion is only the low grade. The higher-grade potions actually need more materials. I don't think we'll be able to buy them here at this market." I replied.
"You actually know how to create higher tier God's Bloo- I mean Potions?" Phil was dumbfounded at what I had said.
I slowly nodded, recalling the ingredients and the procedure from the book. I would say it wasn't hard to make at all, but finding the ingredient might be the more difficult part as I have not seen many in the market.
"How is it that you guys don't know how to make these?" I asked. I thought the world was a bit more advanced, but maybe I didn't really understand the current world.
"Only the Bishops keep a tight rein on these artifacts. I doubt they even known how to create it."
"Well, then let's sell it tomorrow then."
"You're kidding me, right?" Phil looked at me if I was crazy.
"No. I used up all the money that I have. Selling this tomorrow will get back the gold coins that I have lost. Plus, this will become another one of our staple products of our Wonder Shop."
Phil groaned in defeat. "I do not like this at all. We already stir up a storm with the lamp lights, now you want to do it with the Potions. This might not be good at all."
"Well, we'll see. I'll make more before I sleep, and we can see how well these prices will go for."
"You already have a set price on them?"
"Yes. Five gold coins."
"That's quite cheap. One would go for over 100 gold coins."
My mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No. When I said that it is rare. I really meant it."
I thought it over and debated on raising the price. I knew I could not raise the price to a hundred gold. That was stupid and counterproductive. "I'll keep it at the same price."
"Are you sure about this?" Phil asked once again.
I was starting to doubt myself as I was getting entrapped by the thought of more gold, but I knew that the long term profit wouldn't be good for business. Plus, I had a monopoly on it, and raising the price, later on, was what I could do
"Yes. My goal is to sell it to the commoners and gain a constant source of profit throughout the months. It's not to sell it to the rich, yet."
"You're going to cause a storm in the market."
"We'll deal with it when the time comes."
"Fine."
"So." I looked at Phil. My eyes sparkled at the thought of having an extra worker.
"What?"
"You're going to help me create more."
Phil went dead silent. I know what I said was a bit too haphazardly, telling a future Demon Lord to do manual labor.
"This is for the Wonder Shop. You're the other owner of it." I stressed the word owner as best as I could. If I were going to use the future Demon King as an employee, I was surely going to exploit him now rather than later. A wicked grin appeared on my lips, which made Phil frown.
In defeat, Phil just shook his head and began helping me out. With two people working on the potion, throughout the majority of the night, we created over fifty potions.
We slept through the morning and woke up in the afternoon. This time, I brought over ten of the strongest Beast-kin that I have for a bodyguard. I knew that this would cause a sensation and did not want to get robbed.
As usual, we set up our shop and spread out our items. This time, the people automatically crowded around the Wonder Shop without announcing our presence. Everyone knew that the wonder shop was being opened for business today, and the thought of buying the so-called light lamps excited them.
"Welcome. Welcome. Welcome to Wonder Shop!" I cheerfully called out to the group with the voice enhancement stone. Phil gave me the job to be the spokesperson this time. I got the feeling that he did not want me to go roaming around the market by myself. I was excited to sell the new product that we created as I dreamed about the thought of an even more giant gold pile that I would bring to my collection back at home.
"We have an exceptional item that is on sale." I sweetly replied. The people were dazed at what I would bring out.
The people crowded closer, noticing the two distinct colors of red and blue potions on the table. Words whispered through the crowd as they wondered if it was God's Blood and God's Magic.
"This is the new product called Red and Blue potion. They are lower grade forms of the actual God's Blood and God's Magic. The effect can close up small injuries."
The voices of the people burst into a frenzy. For such news was considered revolutionary.
"How are you sure that what you are selling is not a counterfeit!" A man pushed forward from the group.
I couldn't help but sigh. They were always one of those people who came out to debunk the product. Without a further second, I jumped off the table and cut him across the cheek with a dagger.
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