Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 51 Crystal Moss Qi and Blood Potion
The goblin rubbed his hands:

"Fire Crystal Orchid rhizome for five, Red Iron Grass for three, and Dragon Blood Tree Leaves for eight. These three items total sixteen Magic Stone fragments. Considering you're new customers, I'll give you a discount. How about fifteen?"

"Ten dollars." Ron said directly, his tone firm.

"The standard price of these three herbs combined won't exceed twelve yuan, and your dragon's blood tree leaves have probably been stored for more than two weeks, so their activity has begun to decline."

The goblin's expression stiffened slightly, but then he immediately smiled again:

"Oh, young people have such a sharp eye! Okay, twelve dollars, this is the lowest price. If it's any lower, I'll lose money!"

Finally, after some bargaining, Ron bought the materials for the price of eleven magic stone fragments.

"Are you going to use these to make a blood and qi potion?" Andre asked after leaving the goblin's stall, with curiosity glittering in his eyes.

"That's right," Ron carefully put away the materials.
"Mrs. Allen taught me some recipes. Qi and blood potions are very beneficial to knight training, especially when used in conjunction with breathing techniques. The effect is even better."

Andre suddenly mentioned another aspect: "I heard that potions involving spiritual aspects are difficult to refine and have higher requirements for the refiner."

"Indeed," Ron nodded.

"However, breathing and physical strengthening potions are relatively simple. If configured successfully, both of us can benefit from them."

The two continued to walk through Lizard Alley, occasionally stopping to examine some potentially useful materials.

"There won't be anything particularly precious in these ordinary stalls."

After looking at a few stalls, Andre whispered, "The real good stuff is in those inconspicuous corners."

Ron noticed this too.

The products displayed in prominent positions are mostly entry-level medicinal materials, and the truly valuable materials are hidden in special containers.

Only when the customer shows sufficient purchasing intention and ability to pay will the vendor put the product on display.

"Look over there." Andre suddenly said softly, pointing to a corner deep in the alley with his eyes: "That stall seems a little different."

Ron followed his gaze and found a small stall at the end of the street, almost completely covered by shadows.

There was no sign, but the stall was filled with small bottles that emitted a faint glow, which stood out in the dim environment.

"Let's go and take a look." Ron said softly, and the two of them carefully walked around several customers who were bargaining loudly and walked towards the hidden stall.

As the distance got closer, Ron noticed that the stall owner was a strange-looking alien creature.

Its upper body is similar to that of a human, but its face is covered with fine black scales, and its eyes have strange vertical pupils.

When he turned his head, his eyes would reflect a cold light; his lower body was completely in the form of a snake, coiled together to support his upper body.

A snakeman merchant, who looked quite old, with the edges of his scales beginning to fade, revealing an old grayish-white color.

"These two customers seem interested in my products?"

The snake-man merchant sensed their approach and hissed with his forked tongue. His voice was filled with a cold maturity. "It's rare for someone so young to have such foresight."

“We’re looking for some special materials.”

Ron spoke calmly, deliberately concealing his urgency, but his eyes scanned the stalls, looking for possible targets:

"Like crystal moss, or Night Talk pollen."

"Oh?" The snake man's pupils narrowed slightly, revealing obvious interest, but also a hint of scrutiny.
"Young man, you have a really good eye. These are not common materials." He looked Ron and Andre up and down, as if assessing their purchasing power and background.

After a moment, the snake man's expression relaxed slightly, and he stretched out a scaly hand and took out a tin box from under the stall:
"Lucky! I happen to have some crystal moss here. It's a rare commodity, so it's naturally worth a lot of money."

Ron took the tin box and used his [Medicinal Herb Identification] ability to carefully observe the green substance inside.

The moss this time was noticeably different from the fake one Otto had brought out—it was a deep, dark green.

And when Ron slightly turned the tin box, he could clearly feel that unique mental "call", as if the moss was actively attracting his attention.

This feeling is both strange and fascinating, like hearing a song that only you can understand.

[Accurate Identification! Herbal Identification Experience +2]

"This is indeed crystal moss." Ron nodded, but his expression remained calm, without showing too much surprise or eagerness.

"But the quality is average. Judging from the color, it must have been picked more than a month ago, and its vitality has weakened."

The snakeman merchant was obviously stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise flashing in his pupils. He obviously didn't expect that this young man could judge the condition of the materials so accurately.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his scaly face, but he quickly regained his sophisticated businessman demeanor.

"You have a good eye, young man. You don't see many of my customers."

The snake man said, with a hint of sincere appreciation in his tone:
"But even so, this is a very rare material. Twenty magic stone fragments, this price is very fair, considering the scarcity of crystal moss in the market recently."

Ron shook his head and put the tin back on the stall.

"Ten at most, considering its freshness has faded. I believe that with your experience, you know better than anyone what this level of activity loss means."

"Ten dollars?" The snake man hissed and laughed:

"You're too disrespectful, little one. This is genuine crystal moss. Even if its activity has weakened, it's still worth fifteen magic stone fragments. Not a penny less. Do you think this is a wholesale market?"

Ron and the snakeman merchant started a fierce bargaining, and finally, the two sides reached an agreement on the price of twelve magic stone fragments.

After paying, he carefully placed the tin box in his arms, making sure it wouldn't shake or get squeezed as he walked.

"What other materials are you looking for?"

The snake-man vendor clearly had a new understanding of the two young men's purchasing power. His tone became friendlier, and his forked tongue restlessly darted out from the corner of his mouth and then retracted.
"Maybe I can help. I've been doing business here for 30 years and I know quite a few suppliers."

After the transaction was completed, the snake man seemed particularly enthusiastic and even took out some inventory that he would not usually display, hoping to make more deals.

Unfortunately, however, the Snake Man's inventory did not contain the other items on Mrs. Allen's list.

"I have to say, you really impressed me." Andre praised in a low voice, looking at this extremely experienced trader with admiration:
"Where did you learn these trade tricks? I didn't see you showing any interest in them when we were in the capital."

“Mrs. Allen’s guidance is indispensable.”

Ron avoided the question. He couldn't reveal the secret of his fusion with the soul of another world.

"And I discovered that I do have some talent in these areas. This feeling... is wonderful, as if I've established some kind of resonance with them."

Andre nodded in agreement. "Everyone experiences unexpected changes, especially in a life-or-death situation like this. Under pressure, potential is often unleashed."

(End of this chapter)