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Chapter 1064 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (51)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty-One)

"Is what you say true, Monsieur Pierre?"

"Of course, but I have conditions."

"That's right, that's right. You said it, we all know that it must be very difficult to buy such a rare medicine."

"Are you asking me if making a recovery potion is easy?" Song Ning lazily lay on the sofa, looking at the dragon man standing in front of him with a strange look in his eyes. "Why are you asking this? Do you want to learn?"

I've never heard that dragons would be interested in this thing?

Lance shook his head, "No, I want to help you sell more."

"No need for that. Not many people can afford this stuff anyway, and some of the items are hard to come by. Why bother with all that? I don't need that little bit of gold."

Song Ning yawned loudly and waved his hands, wiping away the tears from his sleepiness.

Lance stood by and watched him, and he clearly felt that something was wrong with Song Ning.

Song Ning's mental state has obviously not been very good these past two days. For example, he has been yawning all morning, but he hasn't even slept for an hour.

He bent down slightly and stretched out his hand, which was grabbed by Song Ning.

"Hey, hey, hey, even if you want to be a little white-eyed dragon and attack me, you can't do it so openly and directly in front of me, right?"

Song Ning's eyes seemed full of playfulness, but in fact, there was a hint of uneasiness hidden deep inside.

Lance struggled for a while and easily broke free. He continued to bend down and reach out his hand under Song Ning's gaze, and his fingertips accurately touched Song Ning's dark circles.

"Here, it looks like you haven't had enough rest."

The large area of ​​blue and black was obviously because the owner of the body had sleep problems. Combined with Song Ning's performance in the past two days, Lance came to a simple conclusion.

Song Ning can't be too idle, otherwise something bad will happen to him.

"There's a group of mercenaries who don't want to be treated by a priest of light, so they want to buy some recovery potions. There are quite a few of them, so if it's not too much trouble, we can sell them to them."

Lance was concise.

"what?"

Song Ning sat up straight now. He narrowed his eyes in surprise with a hint of tentativeness, "How did you know there was such a group of people? Do you know them? When did you get to know them? How come I didn't know you had been out before?"

Lance thought about how to tell Song Ning appropriately, especially since the shell he had divided up was 99% old, becoming less fresh day by day and would eventually be gone. He was afraid that telling this would make the little prince worry.

But how to say it better?

His entanglement caused Song Ning to misunderstand him. Song Ning almost couldn't breathe and felt a tightness in his chest due to anger.

This little white-eyed dragon is actually hiding something from me? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have picked up the dragon and raised him, giving him his food, his shelter, and his things, and even kept it a secret from him!

Feeling unhappy, Song Ning fell back on the sofa, turned over with a little dissatisfaction, and faced the person with his butt.

"Okay, I'm just asking casually, are you really serious about this?"

Lance's eyes couldn't help but fall on the roundness. His sight followed the undulating arc back and forth for a long time before he said "hmm" softly.

Song Ning waved his hand. "It's nothing to tell you. This thing is troublesome for others, but it's really not a big deal for me. If you really want to sell it, fine. I'll take a deposit of one gold coin first. As long as the deposit is in place, I can make as many as you want."

He turned around and stared at Lance intently. "And since you're the one who found the customer, I'll give you one gold coin for every ten gold coins sold. How about that?"

He wanted to see if this little white-eyed dragon would take his money!

Is this pocket money for yourself?

Lance, who was used to receiving pocket money, didn't think much about it. He was used to following arrangements when it came to money, so he subconsciously nodded in agreement.

Song Ning got even angrier when he saw this. How could this little white-eyed guy actually have the nerve to take his money?

It turned out to be a waste of money. He must have planned to use the money to raise some wild creature he didn’t know about, no, maybe even a wild dragon!

When Song Ning thought of the possible scene, he turned over and silently covered his chest, feeling that his breathing was becoming difficult.

Damn little white-eyed dragon, I won’t keep it anymore, I’ll just throw it away when it grows up!

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"If you want to order potions, you need to pay a deposit of one gold coin for each dose and leave your address. They will be delivered to your door and you can collect the balance."

Thinking that he had found a new channel for Song Ning and that he would definitely see more of Song Ning's energetic side in the future, Lance's skin under the name "Pierre" opened up a lot.

When old Wims and his group heard this, they were immediately surprised.

"Is it just a one-gold-coin deposit? Then we'll all order, we'll all order!"

They rushed to pay the money, and only after paying did they ask cautiously with shining eyes.

"So, how much does the potion cost? How many bottles can each of us buy?"

It's no wonder they asked that. After all, that's a recovery potion. Is it really that rare? Not entirely.

At least there is a lot of this stuff in the Church of Light, and it can even be used as bath water.

It is even said that there is a holy pool in the Temple of Light that was bestowed by the God of Light. It is said that just scooping a bottle of water from the holy pool is comparable to a holy-level recovery potion, and diluting it with a large vat of water can also achieve the effect of an intermediate potion.

The most terrifying thing is that this holy pool is said to be alive, which means that the Temple of Light can provide a continuous supply of recovery potions.

But the irony is that the Temple of Light rarely releases recovery potions.

They call the water in the holy pool holy water, and no matter what grade of holy water it is, they will only distribute it to internal personnel.

If outsiders wanted to obtain holy water, they either had to have a status like that of aristocrats, or be wealthy businessmen, or other celebrities with very high status.

In short, the Temple of Light is notoriously unyielding. Their doctrine says that the God of Light loves the world, but in reality, the entire church will not even look at the most ordinary "worldly people".

So for ordinary mercenaries like Old Wims who cannot enter the Temple of Light, knowing that there are recovery potions for sale is like seeing an oasis in the desert, which makes them excited!

Lance told Song Ning the price, "Intermediate grade is five gold coins a bottle, and there are only a hundred bottles left. If you want to buy more, you have to place an order first."

The number of one hundred bottles was finally negotiated between him and Song Ning. Song Ning obviously did not believe him when he told him that he could sell one hundred bottles of recovery potion.

"I've been here for so long, and in half a year, I've only sold a hundred bottles at most. If you can sell a hundred bottles in one go, I'll call you brother from now on."

Thinking of this, Lance couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

That's really exciting.