The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Chapter 252 The Old Woman and the Red Dragon

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Although he didn't understand what Shang Zhou meant by Qian Zhongzhan, Sauron understood that the adult in front of him was questioning the authenticity of the parchment in his hand.

Therefore, he also told the relevant information from the beginning.

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The time was five days ago.

The location is the central square of Carterburg.

Soran looked at the central square where fraud and deception were carried out as usual.

Maybe there really is something real in it, something that can really increase people's strength, or something good that can attract extraordinary people.

But most of the goods are still boring gadgets or some useless junk.

Many people just buy some necessary supplies and then go abroad or to the royal capital area in the east through Carterburg, a fortress city located on the border.

However, no matter what, whether you sneak across the border or go to the east where the weather is calm for some reason, the chance of survival is less than one percent.

Unless a miracle really happens, those who are looking for a bargain can really find a good way to save themselves.

And today, Soran saw a miracle, a stall surrounded by people.

Soran squeezed into the crowd and found that the stalls surrounded by the crowd were filled with potion bottles of various colors.

Another liar?

Soran wanted to make this judgment, but the various potions in the bottles, their flashing light, colors, suspended matter or contents, all looked similar.

The stall owner was an old woman who looked particularly thin in the shadow behind the stall, but her eyes were bright and seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

She was wearing a light green robe and her silver hair was combed neatly. She looked old but majestic.

However, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and there always seemed to be a faint smile, making it impossible to be sure whether she was greeting customers in a friendly manner or laughing at their ignorance.

The reason why this stall suddenly became popular is...

A man who was in a very miserable situation, probably attacked by a wild beast, was easily recovered by the potion on this stall.

Soran, who had just squeezed in, naturally did not witness it with his own eyes. However, the man standing next to the shop at this moment, whether it was the torn clothes, the large bloodstains on the clothes, the traces on the ground, the exclamations of the people around him, and his own incredulous expression, all allowed Soran to infer the truth of this sentence.

As for the crowded customer base, the old woman used a short bone stick, about the length of her forearm, to push a bottle of red liquid medicine to the front.

When shaking it, you can see a faint magical fluorescence. Yes, that should be the healing potion.

I just didn't expect that the potion, which should be used in the army or the extraordinary team, would be displayed in such an ordinary market.

Moreover, it is not a fake, nor is it a degraded medicine injected with water, but it is the genuine product - look at the large amount of bloodstains still left on the ground. Even if it is the genuine product, as long as it is degraded by adding water, the result is probably beyond repair.

"God's blood, liquid healing, craftsmanship blessed by God..."

"These are the nicknames and reputations that the healing potion once had. Each one is stronger and more noble than the last."

“Perhaps, they are relatively common items for adventurers, but for civilians like us who want to embark on a journey, a bottle of healing potion is enough to save our lives at a critical moment.”

The old woman introduced the products in her hands to the eager customers around her.

However, this common sense, which was more or less known to everyone, did not surprise them.

The customer groups are more concerned about other things.

"So, how much does it cost to buy a bottle?"

"Is the rest of the potion the same quality as the one the dying man drank? Can I just take the half bottle he didn't finish?"

But Sauron behind him lowered his eyes.

He was not as excited as the group of customers who gathered around him, because as a former soldier, he knew the value of the healing potion.

This is an important supply that is usually only available to a small team.

The price of one bottle alone is enough for a person to live comfortably for two months.

That meant enough money to not only have food and drink, but also to dress well and maintain weapons, carriages, and home in perfect condition.

In Soran's opinion, Carterburg is extremely lucky to have a vendor selling real medicine today, but unfortunate things will also follow.

That is, with Soran's knowledge, he knew that healing potions were definitely not something that these people who were already fleeing with their families could afford.

Even ordinary levels usually cost 50 to 100 gold coins.

If it is of rare quality, the level that can perfectly restore a dying rhino or saber-toothed tiger in one breath, then a bottle can even be sold for five thousand.

Considering the current turmoil, the price will only be higher.

Customers who cannot afford this price will only feel resentful, and may even rob or steal from this seemingly frail old woman.

The worst case scenario is... tracking, followed by murder and robbery.

He must... help Uncle Alvin to protect the old woman and avoid the above situation from happening.

However, a voice that was beyond Soran's expectations came.

The sound is not very loud, but it is clear and distinct, allowing everyone to hear and understand clearly.

"5 gp. 5 gp per bottle."

The price was unexpectedly low, so even if there were some doubts, when the example of curing diseases and saving lives was right before their eyes, they couldn't help but think more calmly.

The people present were not unaware of the possibility of arranging an appointment.

However, the bloody reality was right before their eyes, and if the potion had taken effect a little later, the man attacked by the beast would have died.

No matter how daring one is, he wouldn't dare to risk his life like this.

Moreover, 5gp is only the cost of three to five days of good life. If you are extremely frugal, you can only get by for ten days or half a month.

The value was about two pigs or a square yard of linen.

On the way to escape, spending such a small amount of money, even if what you get is a watered-down potion, it is still a sure-win deal.

After getting the weapons, many people did not leave immediately. Instead, they took out their daggers, kitchen knives, or even sewing needles, and made some bleeding wounds on their fingertips, arms, or other places that would not affect their movements and safety.

Afterwards, they carefully dripped the 5gp healing potion they had purchased near the wound - the healing potion itself can be taken orally or used externally.

After such a simple experiment, the crowd cheered.

“The effect is real!”

"The scabs form so quickly. Hey, the blood scabs can already fall off."

"God..."

"Are you the goddess of luck?" (The goddess of luck is the state religion of the small kingdom of Womuza to a certain extent, and Sister Agatha is a clergyman of the goddess of luck)

Seeing the grand scene around him, even Soran, who had been observing carefully, felt much more at ease.

it is true!

Even if there were agents, it is impossible that all the people who purchased the products there and all the people who conducted experiments on the spot were agents.

Moreover, when the rush started, it was quite random as to which bottle people got.

Even if it was a stooge, it would be unlikely that in such a chaotic situation, they would stuff the effective potion to the stooge and stuff the watered-down and degraded potion to the rest of the customers.

Besides, among the buyers who were frantically buying, there were even several faces that Sauron was quite familiar with. They were merchants who had been doing business in Carterburg for a long time.

Soran, who had had a bad shopping experience before, could guarantee that with their petty personalities, they would never take the initiative to act as agents for other merchants.

However, just when Soran was about to buy a few bottles to send to Uncle Ivan as a guarantee, the old woman in front of him said, "Sorry, the healing potion is sold out."

Feeling disappointed, Soran finally decided to take a look at the rest of the things on the old woman's stall.

The rest of the people who hadn't purchased anything yet also gathered in front of the stall.

Because, with the example of the healing potion, even if other potions have no practical evidence of use, people have a certain degree of confidence and believe that other products also have excellent cost-effectiveness.

And it was at this moment that the parchment fell into Sauron's eyes.

When he first saw it, Soran didn't take it too seriously.

Recognizing the authenticity of the potion does not mean recognizing other types of goods.

Just like an antique stall occasionally selling one or two genuine copper coins, it doesn’t mean that those copperware and porcelain bowls are real.

In Soran's opinion, the old woman's potion could be trusted, but the stack of "treasure maps" and "ancient books" placed next to it were definitely fake goods used to generate extra income.

However, after flipping through it slightly, Soran saw a piece of parchment sandwiched inside one of the diary-like items.

After looking at it carefully, some surprising understandings finally emerged in Soran's mind.

"Is this... a record of missing persons from a certain place from about several decades ago?"

Some similarities can be seen with the current situation.

This alone made Soran determined to buy it.

Further back, complex patterns and symbols are drawn.

There was also a pattern that was probably a map, and mixed in with some words that he didn't understand.

However, if you keep staring at the product without making any purchase, your thoughts will be exposed.

Therefore, Soran simply put the parchment back into the diary-like cargo and turned to check other things.

Finally, after a while, after picking up a bottle of ointment for treating burns, Soran casually took the diary in his hand.

"How much are these?"

And this is the reason why Sauron got this parchment.

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After getting it, Sauron also studied it and gradually figured out the information on it.

In the old woman's mouth, this diary is the experience of a great adventurer.

But after purchasing it, Soran finally concluded that this was just the diary of a businessman who traveled all over the country.

Feeling a little sorry for the gold coins he had spent, Soran began to study it more carefully.

Afterwards, some useful information gradually surfaced.

This merchant is not in the small kingdom of Wommza, and may not even be in the North.

Because Soran didn't see any major events, names of people or places that he was familiar with in it.

In the end, he could only barely conclude that the diary was probably from decades to a hundred years ago.