Three Galleons for a vial of blood?

Ivan's words resounded in the hall, and the werewolf wizards, whose eyes were originally full of suspicion, moved one after another.

Three Galleons are not much, but they are still very considerable,

You must know that few wizards in Tumbledown Alley are willing to let these werewolves work, and even if they are recruited, the salary is pitiful, only a few Galleons a month.

Now that they can earn more than half a month's salary as long as they let out a little blood, they are naturally very excited, and even Fren began to hesitate.

Seeing Ivan, the little wizard who had just defeated him, was ready to buy their blood with a few gold gallons, Walker was very angry, feeling that their werewolf wizard's dignity had been offended.

"Enough! No one here will sell blood to you! Walker stood up and pointed his wand at Ivan.

Ivan didn't pay any attention to what he meant, but spoke loudly.

"Four Galleons in a bottle!"

With Ivan's words, the werewolf wizards in the hall were even more moved, but no one chose to speak.

Walker breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed this, and turned to look at Ivan proudly, wanting to tell the little wizard that although they were poor, they were also dignified!

However, Walker didn't know, no one spoke, just hoping that Ivan would continue to raise the price...

For them, dignity and bloodiness have long been consumed in so many years of exclusion and discrimination, at most, there are still some bottom lines that cannot be crossed...

Ivan also knew this, so instead of continuing to increase the price, he added a limit.

"I only need five vials of blood!"

The next moment, the werewolf wizards who were originally silent suddenly couldn't sit still, put down the bread porridge in their hands, and leaned over to this side.

"Five vials of blood, a total of twenty Galleons, I can give it to you!"

"With my blood, they are too old, mine is a little more energetic!"

"It's only five bottles, that's too little, are you sure there's enough for research? Don't need a little more? We can draw out 180 bottles..."

......

Walker looked at the werewolf wizards who rolled up their sleeves and were about to bleed, as if something was broken in his heart...

Turning his head sharply at Ivan, Walker had expected the other party to look at him with mocking eyes, and even made a few sarcastic remarks.

However, Ivan didn't even look at him, but instead persuaded the eager werewolf wizards.

"Don't worry, everyone has a bottle of blood for one person, everyone has a share!"

Walker, who felt that he was being ignored, turned red and white for a while, and finally ran into the yard in anger...

Ivan didn't pay attention to him at all, this bear child just lacked the beating of society, and he would be obedient if he was hungry for a few more days...

With the wave of his wand, the cups on the table began to twist and deform, turning into several large beakers.... Ivan was very accurate, each beaker could hold about 600 ml of werewolf blood.

This amount of phlebotomy does not interfere with their daily work, and any more may cause some discomfort.

After all, Ivan is not a devil either, and he still cares about these blood banks... Phew, I'm very considerate of these werewolf wizards, if it doesn't take enough time to come back.

According to Ivan's estimates, this blood is enough to make more than thirty bottles of wolf venom, whether it is distributed as a sample or sold in the early stage.

Such a big bottle? The werewolf wizards looked at the large beaker on the table, and all of a sudden no one said anything like an all-inclusive person, except for Walker, there were exactly five werewolf wizards present, and they honestly let out their blood.

At the beginning, Ivan also planned to deform a few needles to help draw blood, but who knew that these werewolf wizards were more impatient than the other, and directly cut their wrists and let them bleed!

Seeing this, Fren sighed, rolled up his sleeves and joined the bloodletting, four Galleons is not less...

Scarlet blood trickled down his wrist and poured into the beaker.

Ivan once again saw the outstanding recovery ability of the werewolf wizards, especially Fren, after cutting his wrist, the wound had stopped before the blood filled the beaker, and Fren had to frown and cut again.

Ivan suddenly wondered if he had underestimated the werewolf's regeneration rate, and knew that he should have made a bigger bottle.

It didn't take long for the five beakers to be filled with blood, and a group of werewolf wizards looked at Ivan with blank eyes, waiting for him to pay the promised gold Galleons, and even asked if they wanted more wolf blood!

Ivan did not disappoint them, took out twenty gold galleons from the wizard's robe, placed them on the table, and reminded them in passing.

"After the blood draw, it's best for you to eat more nutritious things during this time, bread porridge can't fill your stomach and it's not conducive to recovery, if you have the conditions, it's better to buy some cheap tonics... Or go to the Muggle market and buy some dates to nibble on..."

After taking over Jin Garon, the werewolf wizards who were originally reluctant to sell blood were a little touched for a while when they heard Ivan's sincere words of concern.

Due to their special status, few normal wizards are willing to approach them, let alone care about them, and are usually only able to huddle with each other to keep warm.

After the mood turned positive, Ivan's affinity talent gradually began to work, and by the time he left, the relationship between the two parties had eased considerably.

At least not as vigilant and vigilant as it was at the beginning...

Ivan was very satisfied with this, once the wolf poison potion needed to be produced in large quantities, these werewolf wizards would be an excellent blood bank, and the relationship naturally could not be too stiff.

It wasn't until the evening that Ivan, who had five vials of werewolf blood, finally left.

On the way, Ivan, who was passing through an abandoned street, suddenly stopped, and Doggett held his wand, his eyes full of playfulness.

As far as the eye could see, at the end of the street, an emaciated figure was standing, it was Walker who had run away in anger earlier.

"What's the matter? Or are you going to take on me? Ivan asked, puzzled.

"If you two hadn't done it to me together, I wouldn't have lost!" Walker said indignantly, his memory was still stuck in the moment when he turned into a wolf, so he didn't know that Ivan had blown up an entire stone wall with a spell.

Ivan raised his eyebrows undeniably, but at this time he unexpectedly found that Walker's state was a little wrong, his face was pale and frightening, and his lips were not bloody.

Could it be that you are here to touch porcelain?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Ivan's mind, and when he was puzzled, he saw Walker suddenly throw two bottle-shaped things over, Ivan subconsciously took it only to find that the bottle contained blood, and immediately looked at each other in surprise...

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