Half-elf Notebook

But why does Mr. Band offer a 10% discount? Is there something wrong with the medicine?

Ina couldn't help but feel suspicious.

There are indeed businessmen who will honestly reveal their bottom line transaction price to the trader.

But that is to gain the favor of a stable customer and to get the next business order.

And it is very likely that she will not have any transactions with Doyle in the near future.

Of course, Ina had considered other possibilities.

For example, Doyle would exaggerate the marked price in advance and then give in and lower the price.

So that the buyer will think they have gotten a bargain during the negotiation.

However, this is unlikely.

Firstly, there are not many people like her who are not clear about the market price but have demand for it.

The second is the mutual aid association, which now seems more like a platform providing equal transactions.

Rather than a military procurement site and a raw materials wholesale chamber of commerce.

If you raise the price arbitrarily, it is very likely that no one will be interested in buying the product.

Therefore, Ina was certain that the problem lay with the quality of the medicine itself.

Although it is a mutual aid association, unfortunately it is not a formal trading channel and there is no quality guarantee.

Noticing that the white-haired girl's eyes were becoming more alert, Doyle, who had guessed something, laughed twice and said:

"Don't worry. I have lived for more than a hundred years, so I still have some credibility. I can guarantee the effectiveness of the potion. It is definitely the most effective potion for elves below the level of wizards within the price of fifty kingdom gold coins."

"Ms. Ina probably made this decision based on the premium of general magic items."

"But the higher-level the magic or alchemical products, the higher the profits we can earn. If you don't trust me, I will stay here for a few days."

"You can buy a bottle and try it to compare. If there is any problem, I will compensate you for all the losses."

"Don't look at me like this, the fur and blood of that sixth-level monster are worth at least three thousand gold coins."

Seeing through... Ina said respectfully with an apologetic look:

"Thank you for your tolerance for my presumptuous suspicion. I have no problem now."

The other party has already said this, if Mr. William still has concerns, he will be embarrassed.

In short, let’s buy five bottles as originally planned.

Ina was about to propose a purchase request, and Doyle's eyes turned to William:

"Well, I have a proposal. This should be my last deal in Thunderstone. All the potions are thirty gold coins a bottle. You and William will each buy half."

"Anyway, William needs to be promoted to a wizard, so he should have saved a lot of money."

To me, this is an impeccable suggestion, but the key point is Mr. William... Ina muttered silently.

Unlike her who had just received her salary, a normal non-commissioned officer's salary of more than a hundred gold coins was definitely more than just a waste of money.

"Row."

Unexpectedly, William readily agreed to the proposal:

"But according to the agreement, I need to charge a total of 5% handling fee and organization fee for transactions concluded through my recommendation of sellers and gatherings."

"This time is no exception, nine gold coins, so I only pay one hundred and seventy-one."

"It's natural."

Doyle said he had no objection.

The mutual aid society was established because of its almost open transactions.

It was all thanks to William's official position and the provision of the venue.

Doyle, who knew this well, never questioned William's approach even as a partner.

Gold coins fell from Ina's hands, occupying half of the space on the coffee table.

It was piled up into a small hill with quite a visual impact.

There is a little insufficient light in the room, mainly concentrated in the bedside area.

But this does not affect the refreshing feeling of these coins, which are engraved with the simple portrait of the founding monarch, Fulham I, and shine with golden luster.

Ina forgot to buy the bag for the gold coins.

Doyle took a quick glance and said:

"The correct amount."

William on the other side seemed much more reserved.

He also used a ring that could perform space magic, and what he took out was a heavy sack.

After taking out two handfuls of gold coins, William placed the cloth bag on the table.

This time, Doyle still did not take a detailed inventory.

Faced with the sack whose contents he couldn't figure out, he seemed to have great trust in William.

Both parties took what they deserved from each other, exchanged a few words and said goodbye.

William, Ina and Alice left the hotel room.

At this time, some time had passed since the fourth melodious bell sounded.

The bell that symbolizes noon is not far away.

The morning light turns into scorching sun, which makes people feel a little stuffy when it shines on their bodies.

This was still the average working time for most people, and there were only a few pedestrians on the streets in the residential area.

The three of them looked at each other in silence until they turned several streets and were hundreds of meters away from the hotel before someone finally spoke.

"Ms. Ina, you just suspected that I disclosed your information to the members of the mutual aid association in advance, right?"

William was the first to speak.

That harmless smile was always on his face, making it difficult for people to have much hostility towards him.

"Yes, I do think so."

Ina did not deny the question at all.

She followed William at a steady, unhurried pace, parallel to Alice, without retreating or hesitating.

Alice next to her showed displeasure on her face. As a recorder and wife, she had never seen and did not believe that William would do such a thing.

"If I say I didn't, would you believe it?" William was silent for a moment.

"I believe."

"Oh?"

William was visibly stunned when he received the unexpected answer.

He was originally thinking about how to explain so that Ina could believe his words.

Ina then said:

"That was the case at first, but I couldn't find a reason."

"Mr. William doesn't look like someone who would use her personal information as a topic of conversation."

"More importantly, no one will choose to join a mutual aid society like this."

“So I wonder why.”

Ina expressed her views without any reservation, while waiting for William's answer.

“It’s actually not that complicated.”

William put his hands in his pockets and said with a wry smile:

"That's Mr. Doyle's 'gift'."

"Talent? The books record that this is a special ability that only humans can obtain?"

Similar to the natural magic power of elves, dragons, and monsters, high magic compatibility, and the strong physique of orcs.

It is a talent that humans are born with. In books, it is also known as blessing, oracle, talent, and supernatural power.

The probability of his abilities appearing different from those of other races is vastly different.

It was not until today that William mentioned that this was the first time he recognized Ina and the second time he met her in real life.

In addition, the abilities of "talents" are also varied.

It controls the growth of its own hair and makes the temperature of the objects it touches rise or drop slightly.

To be a super powerful person of hero level at birth, the scope of involvement is terrifyingly wide.

"Ah."

It is the talent recorded in the records.

William was not surprised that Ina knew what he meant by the words he said.

After all, Ina is Mr. Rick's adopted daughter, so her basic education must be better than that of ordinary families.

At the same time, as a magician, even if not an alchemist.

These are just a few basic knowledge books on learning, and the amount of reading is what you should do.

"Mr. Doyle doesn't really understand you, Miss Ina..."

"He simply converted the information contained in the things he saw into accurate numbers that can be seen visually, including age, physiological condition, and of course your innate magic power."

As he spoke, William stopped and turned to look at the row of buildings that were almost indistinguishable from the hotel and restaurant.

"We have arrived at the temporary residence of the Glass Demon Blade seller."