It was still a description full of flaws. If he hadn't met this person, Luo Jie would not have been able to imagine that the item introduction automatically generated by the system could be so naughty.
But having said that, I didn't expect that this time he would actually come true to his prophecy. The player in front of me with the code name Vulgar is actually an extremely rare life professional with hidden talents.
Obviously, this person's hidden talent should be related to "poison". It seems that any medicine refined by his hands will carry some kind of negative toxicity.
Refining healing drugs with this kind of talent is extremely cheating, but if you change it to refining poisons, you will naturally be like a fish in water.
"Smiling half-step into epilepsy..."
Playing with the bottle of potent poison in his hand, Luo Jie vaguely caught a glimmer of light in his mind.
He did not dare to use [Death Recast] before because he was worried that interested people would guess the secret of his bloodline from his constant resurrection from the dead.
But on the contrary, as long as others cannot tell that he is dead, there is no possibility of the secret being exposed.
This bottle of poison, which does not produce any noise or trauma, is simply the best recovery potion given to him by God.
Luo Jie suppressed his inner excitement, stabilized his mind a little, and still maintained a normal calm tone and asked: "Boss, do you still have this [True·Smiling Half-Step Epilepsy]?"
"Brother, do you want it?" The short stall owner was obviously very grateful to Luo Jie for his previous enlightenment. There was a bit of sincerity in his tone as he explained to him: "Because I didn't know whether poison was good in the player market before.
Sell it, so I only refined three bottles of [True·Smiling Half-Step Epilepsy], each bottle contains 10 pieces... By the way, brother, why do you want this thing? Don’t look at the poisonous damage of this thing is ridiculously high, but the problem is that only
It can exist in the form of pills and cannot be ground into powder or dissolved in water. The only way to poison is to open the other person's mouth and stuff the pill inside. But then again, if I could just open the other person's mouth, why would I want it?
What are these pills for? Isn’t it unnecessary to take off your pants and fart? So this thing is really useless, brother, you’d better think clearly..."
Luo Jie also understood that the other party's sincere advice was indeed out of good intentions. However, the secret of the [Demi-human] bloodline was too shocking. After all, he could not confide it to anyone, so he had to smile noncommittally and pretend to be mysterious: "
Since I bought it, it will naturally be useful, so you don’t have to worry about what to do with it."
The short stall owner is also a sensible person. He immediately pinched his thumb and index finger, made a virtual zipper movement near his mouth, and said with a smile: "I understand the rule of not prying into other people's secrets... Anyway, this is
It’s not easy to sell things, so I’ll give these three bottles to you, brother.”
With that said, the other party stuffed the three small purple porcelain bottles into Luo Jie's arms.
Faced with the other party's enthusiasm, Luo Jie did not shirk hypocritically. He directly put the three bottles of [True Smiling Half-Step Epilepsy] into his storage space and asked the short stall owner: "Boss..."
The stall owner interrupted him and said, "Hey, we are all friends. Brother, if you call me that again, I will be out of touch."
"Bald..." As soon as Luo Jie read out a word, he realized that this guy's code name was simply unpronounceable.
"Hehe." The stall owner laughed sheepishly, "Just call me 'Abbott'. I made up this code name randomly, but later I found out that I couldn't change it..."
"..."
Well, there was the "Ivory Mountain Chief Team" before, and there is nothing unacceptable if there is another "bald donkey dares to compete with Lao Na for the abbot".
"Abbott, do you accept pre-orders for your medicine?" Luo Jie stated his purpose.
For any player, no amount of recovery medicine is too much, and a mere 30 pills won't last long at all.
"Yes, of course no problem!"
The abbot nodded ecstatically. For a consumables business like his, his favorite thing was regular customers.
However, limited by the physical and mental power required to use production skills, the abbot can currently only refine 5 pieces of [True·Smiling Half-Step Epilepsy] every day, and as a player, he also needs to prepare some fighting equipment for himself.
The pharmaceutical inventory is used, so at most half of the production capacity is squeezed out for Luojie every month.
In the end, after some bargaining that was basically uncontroversial, Luo Jie purchased [True Smiling Half-Step Epilepsy] refined by the abbot for a long-term price of 500 points per bottle, and the abbot had to refine at least 80 pills for Luo Jie every month.
And the delivery is divided into four times per week.
Then the two of them added each other as friends and agreed that if there was no time for face-to-face transactions, they would make remote shipments through system emails.
The abbot was in a great mood after receiving such a long-term and large order. Before leaving, he forcefully gave Luo Jie several bottles of the [suspicious golden sore medicine], [suspicious poison-removing pills] and [suspicious poison-removing pills] that he had refined.
Qing Xin Powder], talking about how to be prepared when going out and so on.
Luo Jie couldn't resist the other party's kindness, so he reluctantly accepted it, stuffed it into the corner of the storage space and let it collect dust.
If he ever ends up needing to use such dubious drugs for emergency treatment, he will probably have little rescue value.
…
The time soon reached noon.
After receiving a reminder text message from the chief on his mobile phone, Luo Jie put down the unfinished cup of coffee at hand, stood up to pay and left the cafe in the rest area, and followed the spacious internal passage to the mission gathering place.
The meeting location is a large conference room located in the office area.
The three-man team of the Ivory Mountain chiefs had already been waiting at the gate. Seeing Luo Jie arriving, the chief immediately waved his big hand like a cattail leaf fan to signal to him. The huge man, nearly two meters tall, stood out among the crowd.
"Hey, Nightmare, how did you sleep last night? Are you ready? Has the equipment been strengthened? If you don't have enough recovery medicine, remember to tell me. This is not the time to save face..."
After the two parties met, the dancer came forward and asked questions with concern. Apparently she was still a little worried about Luo Jie, the "newcomer".
"Well, everything is ready. Don't worry, Sister Dancer." Luo Jie nodded. He knew that no matter how good he said at this time, he could not dispel the other party's concerns, so he simply changed the subject, looked around and said: "The people on this mission
There are really many, almost more than a hundred people, right?"
"After all, the reward for the mission given by the Japanese Ministry of Defense this time is really exciting. These people you see now are the result of our Chinese military limiting the number of participants. If registration is liberalized, maybe the number of people will be directly
Over a thousand..."
The chief was also secretly grateful. Fortunately, he happened to be in the mission hall at that time. Otherwise, if he had been a little later, he would have missed this rare and urgent mission.
"Then why don't we open up the number of registrations? If we in China can have a thousand players enter the fantasy world, plus the players from Japan, even if we directly push the corpses in the bed master city of the fantasy world, it will be easy, right?"