Chapter 217 - Tricolored Flower
“You can just choose not to buy from me. Why is there a need to hit me…” Shaun mumbled in a wronged tone as he got up from the ground. Frankly speaking, he was already used to being beaten up. When he was selling the young of magical beasts in the black market, he always got beaten up the very next day he sold one.
To him, that was nothing. Protection from his rough skin and thick flesh would allow him to fully recover after resting a few days.
But, the treatment today was too unfair…
It was his first time dealing as a honest businessman. This time, he neither conned nor lied. The herb he tried to sell was also carefully chosen—not even a strand of it was a weed. How could he expect to be beaten up when he had not even had the chance to say a few lines…
Of course, injustice was injustice.
Shaun clearly knew that he would not dare to seek justice even if he was given a hundred guts. After dragging himself up clumsily, he limped towards the crowd to find the next buyer after a soft mutter.
“Hold on.”
A few hundred flowers would render a few hundred bottles of potion useless.
To everyone, Lin Li’s family had to own gold mines. How could he dare to waste those hundred bottles of potion otherwise?
Of course, what truly caused these pharmacists to be stupefied was the young mage’s lack of knowledge.
There were even a few older pharmacists who started to shake their heads quietly…
They felt disappointed that Lin Li’s good looks were just a facade of his foolishness.
The function of a Tricolored Flower was no doubt to reduce some of the errors. However, when the skills of their students got better gradually, they would not need it anymore.
When a person needed a hundred bottles of potion to practice and master the most fundamental skill, he should just kill himself by crashing against a piece of tofu. It was pointless to keep him alive anymore…
Even for a pig, it would have gained some knowledge from creating those few hundred bottles of potion.
Although Amman was sitting there quietly, he could not help but feel a little proud of his student. Although they were both mages learning pharmaceutics, his student, Milo, was much better than that fella.
Milo was indeed talented to become a low-level pharmacist even before he hit 25 years old. When he was at his age, he had not even figured out much about pharmacy himself. Now, Amman was convinced that it would not take Milo many years to attain the middle-level proficiency.
By then, it would be time for him to pass the Thunder City Guild of Magic to Milo…
While Amman was immersed in his imagination, Milo beside him was filled with disdain.
He even advised, “If you don’t want to regret it, don’t buy this trash.”