"Mr. Chenaniz, you ...... Lost weight!"

After more than ten days, Charles came to the Occult Research Association again, and the assistant steward Thorson saw him and burst into tears of excitement, and he almost knelt down and hugged Charles' thighs and started crying.

"Hehe! I've been losing weight lately, you've lost weight, you've lost weight too?"

Thorson smiled awkwardly and avoided the topic, "Mr. Cyananiz, you are here this time ......"

Thorson finally wiped away his tears, and his eyes stared at the cloth bag behind Charles for a moment, and his anticipation was overflowing.

"I've got some spiritual potions to sell on your side, ....... in total," Charles took off the large cloth bag behind his back, opened the opening, and was about to pour it on the counter.

"Please come here, Mr. Chenaniz, please come here......."

Thorson quickly grabbed Charles's hand, led him to the small hall behind the consignment, and locked the door.

"Mr. Chenaniz, I'll count it for you, no, you don't need to count it, you can tell me the number......."

Thorson took Charles's cloth bag and placed it carefully on the table, as happy as if he had picked up a treasure, as careful as if he were his own life.

"This is the list of potions, the price is still the same, if you can take it yourself, you will give it all, if you don't have enough money....... Give me these spiritual materials......."

Charles took out two lists, one on which was the number and price of the finished spiritual power, and the other was about some special spiritual materials.

"Rest assured, Mr. Chenaniz, I can pay you immediately no matter how many potions you have, and the Franc banknotes are fine......., right?

"I can accept the Fran banknotes!" said Charles, smiling and saying he didn't have a big deal.

In fact, Charles's potions are sold at the highest price and the largest profit in Torson, but Charles doesn't plan to sell them all, because now Charles's speed of dispensing potions is getting faster and faster, and if you prepare so many potions in one night, if you only sell them in one channel, it will be too eye-catching.

"Huh, sir....... Need these potions?"

Thorson read Charles' first list and was immediately relieved, the price given by Charles was still twice the market guide price, the number was as many as hundreds of bottles, and with such a large quantity, he could finally take a breath.

But when Thorson saw Charles's list of the second chapter, he looked at Charles in astonishment.

"Yes, I need these potions for academic research, and if you can't get them, I'll think of another way!"

"It's ........ You can get it, sir, don't worry, I will prepare these spiritual materials for you, but it will take a little time, as you know, these materials are ....... Regulated Materials. ”

Think of other ways? Isn't that just a replacement? How many big names have Torson been subjected to these days, and what would happen if he did?

As for the fact that these materials are controlled materials, Thorson believes that those big people will help him solve it, and spiritual power materials are not unique to the Occult Research Association, as long as the quality of this Mr. Chenaniz's potion is as good as ever, those addicted big people will send the materials to the door, and they can even make a little difference from it.

And...... This may be the reason why Mr. Chenaniz has the strength to be famous all over the world, but he has always had to cover his face and stay on the first floor!

Thorson figured out the trick in a few seconds, and then began to calculate the value of the potion given by Charles, as well as the price of the spiritual power materials that Charles needed, and after silently calculating in his mind for a while, he wrote down a number on the list and pushed it in front of Charles.

"Mr. Chenaniz, can I give you this amount? These spiritual power materials you need are a bit valuable, and I may have to spend a lot of money to get them.......

Charles looked at the numbers on the list, and there were more than two thousand louis, far exceeding the "guide price", and his spiritual power potion could have been exchanged for three or four thousand louis in cash, but now it has shrunk by half at once.

"Yes, I'll get the spiritual power materials in three days!"

Originally, Charles was not sure whether Tuosen would dare to accept this kind of "illegal trade", after all, he was just an assistant manager, and today was purely to test his reaction, if he could really get the spiritual power materials that Charles wanted, a little premium Charles didn't care too much, at least the spiritual power materials here in Torson could guarantee the quality.

Now that Charles has the ability to try to produce spiritual power induction potions, he is ready to solve the problem of the lack of transcendents under his command, and in less than a year, the family has lost dozens of transcendentals, and it is necessary to replenish some new forces as soon as possible.

And so many young knights of the family follow Charles and Olive to mingle, even if they seem loyal now, they must be given a little sweetness and hope to make this loyalty last for a long time.

"Mr. Chenaniz, these materials are not convenient for trading here........."

Thorson leaned over to Charles's side and said in a low voice, "Usually this situation is delivered through the black market merchants of the Fifth District, do you know where the Fifth District is?"

Charles nodded, and finally understood why the spiritual power material business in the black market was so prosperous, it turned out that it was this kind of "private transaction" that fed them.

"Then Mr. Chenaniz, you will leave me a contact address, and when I do, I will inform you where the delivery will be!" Thorson said to Charles with a casual smile.

Charles didn't speak, but tilted his head to stare at Thorson, who panicked after watching for dozens of seconds, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chenaniz, but I'm just afraid that I can't find you and can't get in touch, and I don't mean anything else. ”

Charles's eyes were so cold that Thorsen felt chills all over his body, and for a moment he even felt that the Mr. Chenaniz in front of him was even more frightening than the chief steward Musar.

"There is a nine-foot street in the fifth arrondissement, and there is a spiritual potion store of Master Newbiel on the street, and I will be waiting for you there at ten o'clock in three days, don't be late!" "Charles turned and walked out, his light words full of unquestionable tones.

"Master Newbier....... Okay, I remember......." Thorson hurriedly agreed, only to find that Charles had already gone away.

"Damn, I almost ....... just now" Thorson looked at Charles's back and slapped his thigh in remorse, not knowing what he was regretting exactly.

Charles got out of the academic tower and got into a carriage with three shuller fares, leaning on the carriage and thinking about his thoughts, Thorson was more daring than he imagined, and the spiritual power materials that were controlled and classified were more expensive than he imagined.

"The gray cost price of a spiritual awakening potion is more than two hundred gold louis, so what kind .......of goods did Byrne and Gesen buy on the black market for two hundred gold louis?

The carriage drove briskly through the streets of Nasser, and after more than half an hour, he was taken to the rental house on Fifth Street, where Charles teased the little tiger cat boots for a while, told him not to run around, and then changed his clothes and went home.

But Charles was far away from the door of his house when he saw a carriage driving into his yard, and the sword and shield cross sign on the carriage indicated that it was a Flensian military carriage.

Charles turned a corner and walked into a café on the street, he was not in a hurry to deal with the military now, and since he threw the "Thunder Mercury Fire Cap" as a bargaining chip, he had to see how many people called before making a final decision.

"What do the guests want to drink?"

There were no customers in the café, only a middle-aged man reading a book behind the counter, and when he saw Charles enter, he stood up and greeted Charles with a smile.

"A cup of bitter coffee and a stack of snacks!" said Charles, who chose a place by the window, through which he could see the situation in front of his house.

"Guest, please wait a minute, it will be right away!" The middle-aged man turned around and entered the back kitchen, and after a while, the sound of grinding coffee beans came from behind.

The coffee was served quickly, steaming hot, and it made people feel warm when they looked at it in this cold season, but the snacks were not freshly baked, and they were a little burnt, and they didn't look very good.

"Are you alone in the store?"

Charles asked casually, and took a sip of his coffee.

"Yes, I'm alone, business isn't very good, I don't hire anyone!" The owner of the coffee shop was a very mild-mannered middle-aged man, and his white face looked a little bookish.

"Tsk!"

Charles pursed his lips, swallowed his coffee, and waved his hand to the boss.

"It's strange that business is good, the taste of this coffee is simply sour, and you are a fool. ”

Charles cursed inwardly, reaching for a snack and bringing it to his lips, the smell of raw oil almost causing him to sneeze.

"Boss, how much does this coffee snack cost?" asked Charles, tossing the snack back on his plate.

"Five Souls, sir!"

“.........”