The clock ticked forward a day, and the place was in Priest, a city about sixty miles from Crescent Academy.

Warren's Apothecary is an ordinary alchemy shop in Priest, and the owner, Warren, has no talent as a mage, so he can only open one such shop after he has money to fulfill his childhood wishes.

"Antoine's guy has come up with something weird, forget it, it's not worth a lot of money anyway."

Warren looked at the neatly arranged black drinks in the box, and said to himself, he is an old customer of Antoine's alchemy workshop, even if there are many new alchemy workshops in recent years, he still takes care of Antoine's business, and the reason is probably that he has received a lot of favors from the other party when he first started his business.

This time, Antoine asked himself to sell this drink called Coke, Warren agreed without much thought, and brought twenty bottles of goods, anyway, the import price only needs two copper coins a bottle, even if it is all smashed in his hand, it is only a loss of forty copper coins.

It was a bit hot and humid for the past two days, and even the store was filled with stagnant air, so Warren wiped his sweat and put the Coke in the freezer.

The freezer is powered by magic to keep it cold, and since many potions require a specific temperature to store, Warren bought one and placed it in the corner of the store, through the glass window, you can see the various colors of potions inside, which is very trendy.

Opening the Daily Priest delivered by the newsboy in the morning, Warren officially began his day's business.

It wasn't long before the wind chimes rang at the door, and Warren put down the newspaper just in time to see the first customer of the day walk in.

It was Baron Goode across the street, who was anorexic, and could only eat some liquid food every day, and was getting thinner and thinner.

"Master Goode, why are you here in person?"

Warren knew about Goode's illness, and he had asked someone to come here to find some medicine for anorexia, but it basically didn't work.

"I was out for a walk, and when I saw you here, I came in and sat down."

Baron Goode wore a double-breasted gown, which was now so loose that it was hard to imagine that a year ago he was a tall and muscular aristocrat, known as a gourmet.

According to the doctor's conclusion, his illness was due to Goode's long-term exposure to various delicacies, which led to his resistance to food, and was a psychological illness that he wanted to cure unless he found food with a special taste.

Baron Goode knew that there were some delicacies from the foreign world, but he couldn't afford that kind of expense for a mere baron, not to mention that some ingredients could only be exchanged for the mage's academic points.

"You need to take care of yourself."

Although Warren and Baron Goode are not familiar with each other, they are always neighbors in the same block, and looking at each other's skinny appearance, they can't help but remind.

"If you really die because of this disease, you can rest assured."

Baron Goode smiled, not too concerned, the torture of more than a year of illness had already made him look down on everything and reflect on the luxurious life in the past.

At this time, the wind chimes rang again, and a woman walked in in the dust, attracting the attention of the two.

"Oriana, you seem to be busy lately?"

Warren shook the newspaper in his hand, "Daily Priest" is a long-established newspaper, but it has recently been squeezed by several new newspapers such as "Priest Daily" and "Priest Life", which use sensationalist headlines to attract readers, even distort factual reports, and like to publish some lace news with obvious indescribable content.

For the general public, the gimmick was so successful that the market share of "Daily Priest" was declining, and only regular customers like Warren are still holding on.

"Those grandstanding guys don't have a bit of a work ethic at all!"

Oriana was furious, pounded the counter, and said.

"Warren, give me two calming potions, the kind you usually want."

"Okay."

Warren turned around and went to the shelves to look for it, and said with emotion.

"Oriana, you haven't been easy all these years, Russell died early, you raised your daughter alone, don't be tired."

Grabbing two vials of light blue flasks, Warren handed them to Oriana's audience.

"Although the effect of the tranquilizer is good, long-term use will still cause dependence, you have to be careful when using it."

"Thanks, Warren, I'll pay attention, it's just that there's been so much going on lately, and I can't sleep at night without this thing."

Oriana, looking a little haggard, picked up the potion, and was about to leave when she heard Baron Goode knock on the door of the freezer in the store with his cane.

"Warren, what's this black potion?"

He was pointing to the Coke that had just been put in, the red and black packaging, coupled with the black liquid, which was very eye-catching among the potions.

"It's not a potion, it's a drink, it's called Coke or something, it's a new product from the alchemy workshop that I usually buy."

Warren explained, on a whim, walked over and opened the freezer and took out a bottle of Coke.

"It's so hot today, let's try this thing, it's cold anyway, and I guess the taste is not much worse, so I'll treat you."

Originally, he bought Coke because of favors, and he didn't plan to sell it for money.

"Coke?"

Repeating the somewhat weird-sounding name, Oriana looked at the black, bubbly liquid that bubbled up from time to time in the bottle, and didn't dare to try it.

While they were hesitating, Warren had already opened the bottle of Coke, and the metal cap was sturdy and easy to open, and from that point of view, Warren thought the design was good.

He sniffed it, there was no special smell, then he found three clean cups, poured Coke, and pushed them in front of the two of them.

Baron Goode picked up the glass, this particular drink had aroused his curiosity, and he had no hope of trying something new, anyway.

Oriana was already feeling stuffy and feeling the coldness of the cup in her hand, and she didn't refuse.

"Then let's salute 'Daily Pleust.'"

Warren quipped, and the three clinked glasses, then each drank the liquid from their own glasses.

Almost at the same time, the eyes of the three widened suddenly, and the picture froze at this moment.

Putting down the cup, Warren was silent, he didn't know how to describe his feelings, so he looked at Oriana, hoping that the well-written editor-in-chief would say something, but he soon saw that Oriana looked at the empty cup in a daze, and said nothing.

The silence was finally broken by Baron Goode, who raised his bony hand, picked up the metal bottle cap on the table, and read out the words written in the bottle cap, word by word, a pun intended.

"One more bottle."