Kapitel 173: Searching for cards

Even the calm Dr. Smith was shocked, "You want us to pay you 100,000 rands for the antidotes."

"No. For one, both are 200,000 rands."

Dr Miller opened his mouth and closed it, for the first time feeling speechless. He was a level 11 Alchemist. He never believed in his life that a potion made by a freshman could stump him so hard. Aside from the Eldervine, he could not detect any herb nor did he have the faintest idea how they were combined. It was more than embarrassing, not something that he could tell anyone.

His assistant who was behind him spoke, "Zane, they are trapped in a nightmare. This might lead to damage to their psyche."