In the entire market, Shen Yanxiao's stall was the busiest. Wave after wave of customers came and went, batch after batch of potions were sold, and Shen Yanxiao's hand cramped when collecting money.
"No more." Shen Yanxiao finally announced the end of today's sales after selling more than a thousand bottles of low-level potions in a row.
She still had some low-level potions in her Najie, but it was already getting late, so she planned to go shopping in the market to see if there was anything she needed.
She would continue on her way in the evening.
"No!"
"I've been waiting in line for more than an hour!"
"Oh, oh, oh, you can't do this."
A group of dwarves were in tragedy. They were carrying their wallets and preparing to buy potions, but what they waited for was this news. What a bolt from the blue!
Shen Yanxiao chuckled secretly. Although the money she earned this day was not enough to put her teeth between her teeth, it was still a great pleasure to sell out all the useless low-level potions that she had been hoarding for a long time.
As the sale ended, the unwilling dwarves could only leave dejectedly.
But there was a dwarf who stood aside from the beginning to the end.
That was the original owner of this stall.
From the time Shen Yanxiao started selling potions until she sold them out, this little man had been squatting aside, watching with increasingly horrified eyes as Shen Yanxiao took out better and better potions.
His eyes almost fell down.
For a whole day, the dwarf felt that he had been frightened more today than he had been in this whole year.
Shen Yanxiao noticed this little dwarf with a complicated expression. He never left and often called out the price for him. Each time the price was one gold coin higher than before. He was a very, very responsible guy.
Shen Yanxiao took out a bottle of medium potion from the ring. The dwarf had been accompanying her to sell things for a whole day, and he was shouting more enthusiastically than she, a genuine seller, so she had to show off.
"Here you go." Shen Yanxiao handed the medium potion to the dwarf. In fact, let alone the medium potion, it is considered to be a high-level potion, a master-level potion, or even a grandmaster-level potion. Shen Yanxiao can afford it. , but she didn’t want to cause any sensation among the dwarves. The shopping spree on this day had made her clearly aware of the dwarves’ demand for potions and the approximate potion level of the dwarves.
If she had thrown out a bottle of master-level potion, the dwarf in front of her would probably be frightened and faint.
The dwarf blinked and hesitantly took the potion handed over by Shen Yanxiao.
The color of this bottle of potion is purer than what Shen Yanxiao sold before. It is a new potion that he has never seen before.
"What kind of potion is this?" the dwarf asked doubtfully.
Shen Yanxiao was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that the other party didn't even recognize a medium recovery potion. She chuckled and said, "This is a recovery potion. I want to thank you for helping me today."
"Recovery potion? I have never heard of it...but...I still want to thank you. Your potion skills are better than any pharmacist I have ever seen." The dwarf carefully put the novel bottle of recovery potion into his arms. Among them, a pharmacist who can make so many pure potions must be very strong. The potions given to him will definitely not be bad. He should keep them well!
"By the way, which ethnic group are you a pharmacist? Why have I never seen you before?" the dwarf asked.