Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 894 - 182: The Dream Merchant

Easy earnings of 2000?

Lindong's mysterious demeanor immediately gave Ethan a bad feeling, as if the devil's whisper reminding him of a scent of crime.

"You're not plotting something bad again, are you?"

"Something bad?"

Lindong innocently blinked her eyes, tilting her head, "What bad thing?"

"That kind of... that kind of thing."

"What kind?"

"Something like that pink magic potion before."

Ethan suddenly realized he knew nothing about Lindong's financial situation. She used to be a professor at the academy, then got transferred to the Seven-Person Council. Even after leaving the empire, she joined "Dream Eclipse," a top-tier evil organization in the dark world. Theoretically, she should never lack money.

Thinking carefully, her days pretending to be a stray cat in Ximu Town were her most poverty-stricken times.

Back then, he was just a clerk at the Adventurer's Guild, earning barely enough in a month. Both man and cat only had two meals a day; in the morning it was a proper meal, and at night, they filled their stomachs with some cold leftovers.

Could it be that Lindong actually had enough money to easily dish out thousands of gold lions for contributing points?

"...Pink magic potion?"

Lindong was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "That's possible too."

"What do you mean 'that's possible too'!?"

"I originally wanted to open a store with you, but if you want to make money through other channels, I have no objection."

Lindong deliberately looked Ethan up and down with an evaluating gaze, "That also seems quite exciting. If you pay, then you have to listen to me entirely, right?"

Saying this, she intentionally leaned down, bringing her soft pointed ear closer to Ethan, "You've been staring at my ears and tail all along, didn't expect you to like this type of thing. So, are you getting excited?"

"Let's discuss the store opening."

Ethan cleared his throat, trying to stay calm.

But inside, he was a mess. Although Lindong often plotted, this time it seemed he had completely misunderstood.

Senzi, how could you!

Have you also fallen?

"Actually, I think the second option has room for discussion too."

"Open the store!"

"Let's talk outside."

Lindong glanced at Little Dark lying on the bed, lowering her voice specifically to guard against this black cat. After all, from now on, they were practically direct competitors, and the store idea couldn't be stolen. Don't be fooled by how silly this black cat usually looks; if she wills it, she can provide many "items" that the people of the Far West dream of.

In Lindong's view, Little Dark has all the conditions to establish a cult on this continent, to become a new Evil God, except her intelligence limits her development.

In daily life, Little Dark behaves more like an immature, hyperactive, clingy child, perfectly fitting the stereotypical image of an Elemental Elf.

Stepping out of the room onto the deserted open-air balcony on the inn's second floor, a glance down reveals the bustling streets. The border city is packed with outsiders, and after forming the Devoted Battle Group, the Church also set up barracks in these cities.

"What was the store opening you just mentioned all about?"

After closing the door, Ethan asked.

"After all, this is a competition between Little Dark and me, and if I don't win using legitimate means, she won't accept it."

Lindong shrugged, "All the fundraising begins from when we reached the Far West, but even so, that idiot has no chance of winning."

In the world, who could possibly outdo an Alchemist in money-making?

"Just so you can see the strength of an Alchemist... why are you backing off?"

Lindong furrowed her brows, "I'm talking about money-making ability!"

She felt Ethan might have a huge misunderstanding about the Alchemist profession, mistaking them for a group as dangerous as Evil God's Followers with his wary reaction.

How strange.

Why is that?

"So you're planning to make money by selling magic potions."

Ethan understood Lindong's plan.

However, with his knowledge of magic potions, the priciest potion people usually encounter costs around 15 to 20 gold lions per bottle, and sales are highly unstable. After deducting material and shop lease costs, earning 4000 gold lions equaling two people's worth is a colossal project, far from easy.

And this could likely draw the attention of the local Alchemist Association and even the Church Court.

After all, high-tier Alchemists are documented by the association.

"Very simple, just sell a potion for 201 gold lions, subtracting the 1 gold lion cost of materials, and we'll achieve our goal by selling just 20 bottles."

"201 gold lions!? Why don't you just go robbing directly!"

Ethan was shocked, angrily reprimanding this outrageous pricing on behalf of all consumers. Even in the magic potion stores of first-tier cities like the Imperial Capital, he hadn't seen a potion priced over 100 gold lions. Such prices may only happen when a high-tier Alchemist is privately commissioned, concocting potions entirely per the buyer's requirements.

He really couldn't think of anyone foolish enough to spend 201 gold lions on a potion, especially in places like the Far West. Wouldn't an extra donation for contribution points be a better way to gain the Goddess of Life's favor?

"Rob?"

Lindong raised an eyebrow, "Robbing isn't faster than selling potions!"