"Damn it! I registered in Zolan City, and I just passed through Kelan City on a mission..."

  The big mercenary pounded the table in disappointment, and asked unwillingly: "Can you only get the potion quota if you register in Kelan City?"

  "Well, that's what the notice said, saying that mercenaries in this city will be given priority. If there are surplus potions, maybe you mercenaries from other cities will be considered?"

  "I heard from the captain that this time the Kelan branch has invested heavily to improve the strength of its mercenaries. Each mercenary group can buy 10 bottles of potions per person at the price of 4 silver jims according to the number of registered people..."

  While talking, the mercenary at the same table secretly pulled out the cork on the big mercenary's oak barrel and filled his empty oak cup with a glass of bitter ale.

  Seeing that the big mercenary didn't notice his action, he took a big sip of the free beer, and then said regretfully: "Those are all intermediate quality potions of Black Iron. Even in our city of Kelan, where potions are produced, they are sold for 1 gold talan per bottle!"

  The big mercenary said angrily: "If I had known this, I would have registered in Kelan City!"

  "You can transfer your mercenary status from Zolan City to our Kelan City, it only costs 10 gold talan! It's much more cost-effective than spending 12 silver gilms per bottle to buy intermediate Black Iron potions in other cities!"

  After stealing another glass of beer from the big mercenary with deft movements, this profession should be a 'thief mercenary', and then reminded the big guy: "You can buy 10 bottles of intermediate Black Iron potions at the price of 4 silver gilms every month, which is equivalent to saving 8 gold talan! The transfer fee is recovered in an instant!"

  "And don't forget, not to mention the intermediate Black Iron potion, even the primary Black Iron potion is not so easy to buy! The Kolan branch has a monthly quota, so you don't have to worry about not being able to buy it even if you spend money!"

  Perhaps because he stole several cups of bitter ale from the big guy, the 'thief mercenary' kindly gave him advice: "In addition, you may not use up all the 10 bottles of potion every month. If you go on a mission, when you pass through other cities, you can sell them to mercenaries in other cities for 12 silver jims!"

  The big guy was stunned. Yes! Potions are not beer. You won't drink them casually.

  If you are carrying out some escort missions that are not dangerous, if you are lucky, there will be no battle at all.

  In this way, there will definitely be a surplus of 10 bottles of potion every month, and you can make several times the difference by selling them!

  The big guy slapped the table in surprise: "Yes! I will go back to Zoran City to handle the transfer procedures! Hey! Brother, thank you! This barrel of beer is for you to drink!"

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  As he said that, he rushed out of the bar in a hurry.

  The thief looked at the big guy who ran away, smiled cunningly, drank half a cup of bitter beer in his hand, and did not continue to enjoy the barrel of beer that the big guy gave him.

  When he passed the barmaid, he touched the waitress's butt, and then left leisurely amid the waitress's screams and curses, and the laughter of other mercenaries.

  However, just after he left for a short time, the big guy who had just left rushed back angrily with a battle axe, shouting: "Damn rat! Who stole Mr. Bino's purse, get out!"

  At the same time, in the Pharmacist Guild of Kelan City, a voice roared angrily: "Where did that bastard Clark get the potion from?"

  Several middle-aged men in grey pharmacist robes looked at the frantic president of the Pharmacy Guild in silence, all with innocent looks on their faces.

  Even the spies sent by the Pharmacist Guild to the Kelan branch of the Mercenary Guild did not get any information in advance, so how could they, the heads of the pharmacy, know?

  Looking at the president of the Pharmacy Guild walking around the room like an angry lion, a middle-aged pharmacist guessed, "Maybe it's the potion transferred from other cities by the mercenary headquarters?"

  "Are you a long-eared donkey?" The president stared at the middle-aged pharmacist who spoke fiercely, "How much potion does the mercenary guild have in total? How could it be possible to transfer such a large amount to the mercenary guild branch in a low-risk area like Kelan City?"

  Several middle-aged pharmacists looked at each other, and another pharmacist said cautiously: "Could it be the pharmacy school of Komo University?"

  "Idiot! If the pharmacy school of Komo University is willing to produce potions, how can it be the turn of the mercenary guild to cooperate with them!"

  The president of the pharmacist guild wanted to beat these brainless subordinates. In addition to potion bottles and stirring sticks, is there nothing else in the minds of these idiots?

  "Conspiracy! This must be a conspiracy!" He suddenly thought of something and shouted angrily: "It must be the work of that Lemley Pharmacy Workshop!"

  In the past few days, several members of the Civil Affairs Council suddenly took a Violet Ointment Formula Ownership Certificate issued by the "Seven Continents Private Rights Protection Federation" and reported to the Civil Affairs Council that the Lemley Pharmacy Workshop, which was forcibly banned before, had legal production qualifications.

  They demanded the release of the Brown family, the operators of the Lemley Pharmacy Workshop who were under custody, and the special production tools confiscated by the Pharmacist Association.

  The authority of the "Seven Continents Private Rights Protection Federation" is much greater than that of their small city pharmacy association!

  Since they have produced the formula ownership certificate to prove that this medicine has been recognized by the "Seven Powers Federation", they have no reason to continue to detain the Brown family who "privately" produced medicines because they did not have the qualifications of pharmacists, and the strange set of medicine production tools used by the other party.

  However, although the general composition of the violet ointment has been figured out, it is not easy to research the detailed ratio.

  Once the other party takes out the formula ownership certificate of the Seven Powers Alliance, even if they have researched the detailed ratio of the potion, they cannot produce this potion without the permission and authorization of the other party!

  What's more hateful is that the Brown family, who were detained in the Pharmacist Guild a few days ago, disappeared inexplicably overnight, and they simply cannot hand them over.

  In the past few days, those civilian councilors have been in a mess in the Civil Affairs Council, suspecting that they murdered the Brown family in order to seize the potion formula!

  Considering what happened at the Storm Wolf Mercenary Group's base, it is obvious that the mysterious magician team behind the Lemley Potion Workshop took action!

  This made the president of the Pharmacist Guild somewhat panicked, because the big man above was already very unhappy about this matter.

  If he doesn't deal with this matter as soon as possible, it may not be as simple as losing the position of president of the Pharmacist Guild.