abnormal mutation

Chapter 26 A potion more valuable than gold

"These theories are so detailed. Do all the extraordinary beings know them?" Roland thought the extraordinary system of this world was quite rigorous.

"Now we are in the Fifth Era, also known as the Dawn Era, while the Extraordinary probably originated from the Second Era—the Myth Era. The Extraordinary path is built by countless predecessors who sacrificed their lives."

"These are common-sense facts that every extraordinary individual should know. Even those who don't know the ropes can learn them for free at various extraordinary individual associations, but that's not the case in every country." Grandma Mia explained patiently, willing to share anything that falls within the realm of common sense.

The Sid Empire has a law enforcement spiritual domain, which effectively controls extraordinary individuals. To avoid loss of control and distortion, its related policies are relatively enlightened, something Roland could have guessed.

"How do we store spiritual glimmers?" This was the question Roland was most concerned about.

“You,” Grandma Mia said helplessly. She felt that this answer was meaningless to Roland, but she didn’t want to discourage him. “There are special instruments that can preserve spiritual glimmers, and there are also many magical plants or natural materials that can do it.”

Julia has it, but it's very expensive. Roland, don't overthink it; the extraordinary isn't as wonderful as you imagine.

“Grandma Mia, I understand. I’m not a reckless person,” Roland comforted her.

Grandma Mia shook her head slightly; she didn't believe it. The Roland she knew was terribly stubborn.

Roland told her about Uncle Jonathan, and the two discussed it for a long time, both feeling that Jonathan was not very suspicious.

After a brief conversation, Roland, preoccupied with something, hurriedly bid farewell to Grandma Mia and headed straight for Taipei.

Halfway there, fearing he wouldn't have enough money, he changed his route home, carrying the knives to a blacksmith's workshop near Taipei.

The four weapons were made of ordinary materials, but were in good condition. The old blacksmith knew Roland and offered a fair price, ranging from 75 cents to 2.1 German dollars. He received a total of 5.35 German dollars, officially bringing his assets to over 70 German dollars.

It was already close to noon, and Julia was probably still sleeping. Roland felt a headache coming on just thinking about her morning grumpiness.

But he still decided to try his luck. If all else failed, he could just wait there. After all, he was a free man and didn't have anything too important to do.

As soon as he entered the North Gate, he noticed that it was more lively than yesterday, but everyone was wearing thick coats or fur coats, and he couldn't tell if they were locals.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Rosicrucian Pharmacy, his mood calmed down. He lifted the curtain, and a familiar scene came into view.

To his surprise, the pharmacy was quite crowded today. The big-headed weirdo was not there, and a familiar figure was dispensing medicine at the counter. She was wearing a gray fur coat and half of her face was covered with a black veil.

Three customers were waiting at the counter, seemingly from two groups. On the left were a middle-aged woman and a young girl, and on the right was a young man; all were carrying backpacks and knives, and judging from their attire, they were likely hunters.

Hearing the noise at the door, the group's eyes immediately focused on it. Seeing Roland's appearance as a local commoner, they lost interest and quickly looked away.

Julia looked up at Roland, her eyes clearly showing a hint of a smile, but she didn't say anything. Roland wasn't in a hurry either, and quietly observed from the side.

Two small animal horns twirled between her fair hands, and Roland could faintly hear the sound of liquid boiling. With two pops, the stopper on one side of the horn popped out, and Yulia tilted it accordingly. Two thin streams of liquid, one red and one blue, converged in the air, and black smoke rose silently.

The three guests' expressions changed, and they hurriedly took several steps back. Roland was puzzled and looked at the woman, only to find that she remained calm and her hands continued to move steadily.

The mixed liquid broke through the black smoke and fell precisely into a white medicine bottle about the thickness of a finger. As the last drop of liquid fell, two slender fingers precisely pressed the stopper into it.

Then she picked up a pen, marked the date on the medicine bottle, and then put it into a long, narrow wooden cylinder.

"Valid for 100 days, valued at 80 Nisu." The woman glanced indifferently at the middle-aged man.

"We're all old friends, give me a discount." The middle-aged man smirked, his face showing a hint of flattery.

The woman's eyes turned cold, and she didn't say a word.

The middle-aged man's face twitched, his hands stiffly went into his pocket, he took out his wallet, pulled out all the money inside, counted it three times, and then put the money on the counter, leaving him with only a few one-dollar bills in his hand.

He then put away his wallet, carefully packed the potion, and turned to leave with the girl without looking back. Roland, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. Such a small potion cost 80 German dollars; wasn't that robbery?

"What do you want?" Yulia looked at the young man beside her, casually stuffed the money into her pocket, and her mood visibly improved.

"I need scented bait to lure the four-winged owl of the polar night, but it shouldn't attract powerful carnivores. Ideally, it should have a hallucinogenic effect to make it easier to capture," the young man said in a hoarse voice, describing the details in great detail.

"There are only two kinds: Bewitching Dew and Blood-Weeping Incense. Bewitching Dew is effective on all small birds, with a maximum range of 5 Delhi in calm weather, and has a strong hallucinogenic effect..."

"The Blood-Weeping Incense can lower the intelligence of birds, with the best effect on birds of prey, followed by climbing birds and wading birds, and almost no effect on other species..." Yulia explained in detail.

"I want the Bewitching Dew." The young man did not hesitate. Owls are birds of prey, but the four-winged polar owl is not very big. He was afraid he would not be able to catch a bird of prey that was too strong.

“10 nisu per shekel. Use within seven days after opening. If unopened, it is effective indefinitely. How much do you want?” Julia said casually.

Roland clicked his tongue in amazement. A schoker is a unit of weight, but it is also sometimes used as a unit of volume. One schoker is only about 8 milliliters, which is more expensive than gold.

"So expensive?" The young man hesitated. "Are there any cheaper options?"

“No,” Yulia said firmly, chuckling softly. “Catching even one is a huge win. What in this world is without risk?”

"Three shekels." The young man gritted his teeth and took out three 10-yuan bills, placing them on the counter.

"Wait here." Yulia walked to the medicine cabinet behind the fireplace with a bunch of keys, opened the cabinet, and took out three small, wide-mouthed glass medicine bottles from a box.

"Open the seal when using it and let it evaporate freely." As she spoke, Yulia placed three vials of the potion into a wooden box and handed it to the young man.

The young man carefully put the wooden box into his backpack, not daring to linger for a moment, and hurriedly went out.

Julia collected the money and gathered all the equipment under the counter before removing her veil, revealing her fair face to Roland.

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh... do you have anything here that can store spiritual glimmers for a long time? I need the cheapest one." Roland got straight to the point, since he needed something from him and didn't want to make trouble over what happened last night.

“A glimmer of spiritual light?” Yulia’s interest was piqued instantly. She circled Roland, her eyes growing increasingly strange. “What would an ordinary person like you need that for? Aunt Mia trusts you too much, telling you everything.”

“I asked her myself. I have a great use for it; Grandma Mia said you have some here.” Roland wove a linguistic trap.

“She might tell you I have it, but she would never ask me to sell it to you.” Yulia wasn’t fooled, a half-smile on her face. “I won’t sell it to you unless you tell me why.”

“I’ve seen spiritual glimmers and I want to make some money.” He wasn’t entirely lying.

"Where?" Yulia pressed for details.

"On the snowy plains."

"Specific location."

"I won't tell you." Roland shook his head, his tone firm. "Only I can know."

Yulia flashed to Roland's side, tilted her head back, and looked him straight in the eye, their noses less than a foot apart. Her breath was sweet as orchids: "Ha, lying!"

“So what?” Roland retorted without flinching. “I’m a customer now.”

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