"Hair growth potion?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that Juncker was referring to the [Cartty's garland] that he had given him earlier.

Having just experienced the thrilling burial mission, Martin had already forgotten about it.

Juncker pulled Martin to the medicine cabinet, pointed to a dog sleeping with his back to them lying on the table, and said to him:

"The teacher adopted a stray dog from an animal shelter, probably because it was too old, or because it was often petted, its hair was messy and sparse, especially on the top of its head, and there was not much hair left."

"And now, look at it."

Juncker squatted down and touched its head, a young dog that looked a little old, but now had shiny, oily variegated hair.

These smooth hairs cover the puppy's body, especially the position of the head, and the long golden hair has already covered its large ears like human hair.

Martin crouched down and touched it, and the puppy was woken up, opened his eyes, and his tail wagged.

The puppy lifted its head, the hair on the top of its head fell loose, and Martin found that it had more hair than he had imagined, and it was so soft and smooth that it was hard to imagine that it was a stray dog before.

"It's all the effect of your hair growth potion."

Juncker sighed.

"After the teacher brought it back to clean its body, he applied it the medicine you provided, and in just two days, the hair on its body began to grow vigorously, just like a newborn puppy."

Juncker took out the glass bottle containing the paste-like potion that Martin had given him earlier, the original dose had been used up, but there was still quite a lot left.

"After that, the teacher also did experiments on humans, all of them were poor homeless people or factory workers, and even a few female workers, the teacher was worried that there would be side effects and deliberately reduced the dose, but the results were surprisingly good, you should really go and see what they look like now."

"Why hasn't such a powerful potion spread? Where is your hometown, is it outside the Mir Continent? ”

Juncker revealed the doubts in his heart as he spoke.

"Not only outside of this continent, but not even part of this plane..."

Martin replied inwardly.

Seeing that Martin did not answer himself, Juncker was not angry, but continued to introduce the situation of this potion:

"Now that this hair growth agent is about to go on sale, the teacher is looking for a suitable name and container for it, you know, if you want to sell it now, you have to learn to advertise it."

"By the way, you can still make this potion, right?"

Juncker looked at Martin.

"Yes."

The materials for [Clarty's Garland] can be found in the [Mercury Spring], except for the [Oil of Nothingness].

And there are many more [Void Oil] that Harris sent last time, this black potion only needs one drop at a time, and the oil can be used for a long time.

"That's good."

Juncker seemed happier.

"I've told Edward, he's already ordered a bottle, and there are some other customers, how do you think the price is more appropriate?"

"It's up to you and Belisarius to decide."

Martin replied.

This is Martin's thoughts, first of all, he is not familiar with the market of medicinal materials, and it is difficult to give a suitable pricing range, which Belisarius must be much more familiar with than him.

Secondly, he had the idea of selling this dark potion because he wanted to help the [Mercury Fountain], including potato chips, in return for the kindness he felt when he was in Kavides just now.

"Okay, then we'll decide, and the income from the sale of potions..."

Juncker raised an eyebrow at Martin, signaling that what he was talking about next was good.

"My idea is that the income from the sale of this potion belongs to you, and the [Mercury Spring] charges a fixed fee every month, rest assured that this fee must be very low, and it should be the cost of your booth displayed here."

Martin didn't expect Juncker to be so generous, and his own idea was that the proceeds from the sale of this potion would be split in half with the [Mercury Fountain], which was also to express his gratitude to the two.

"No, it's good for us to get half a cent."

Martin replied without hesitation.

"I've already talked to my teacher about this idea, and he agrees."

Juncker didn't give Martin a chance to continue pulling, and instead said:

"Martin, you've helped us a lot, and these teachers have seen it, especially since you made the potato chips, and the pharmacy's business is much better than before you came."

He looked at Martin's glasses and said sincerely:

"So, don't say no, you deserve it."

Martin felt the firmness in his words, and said nothing.

"By the way, didn't you go to get your salary, did you?"

Martin had told Belisarius and his two men that he was going to get a paycheck, not a bounty, before he left the house today, and he didn't want them to get involved.

"Of course, I've already received it, and I've rented a house near the auction house, and I'm here to tell you about it."

Then Martin told Juncker the location of his new dwelling and the basic information about it, during which Belisarius also came to listen to it, and he could not help nodding his head as he listened:

"Yes, yes, it's a good house, but the rent on Charlie Cross is not low, is it okay for you to afford it alone? If you need to sublet, I can find a way to introduce it to you. ”

Feeling the concern revealed by the old man's words, Martin slowly refused:

"It doesn't matter, my current salary plus some of my previous savings can still afford the rent, but I can't do it, I'll come back and sleep in the warehouse when the time comes."

Belisarius nodded with his godless eyes open, and continued:

"I'll keep the location of the warehouse for you, you can come back whenever you want."

"What a kind old man."

Martin took his cold left hand and gently instructed:

"After that, I will still come back every day to see, and if there are no potato chips or hair growth toner, you can tell me and I will make them."

After instructing the two of them, Martin went to the warehouse of the Red House in the backyard, packed up his belongings, black-and-white recipes, the mailbox on the beams of the house, and other things, took out the suitcases he bought on the way, and put them in one by one.

Glancing at the house he had been in for a long time, Martin slowly closed the door.

Putting on his gentleman's hat, he carried a brown suitcase and walked towards the Cathedral of Capernaum.

He wanted to visit the church of Capernaum, where the "big service" was about to be held, and familiarize himself with the surroundings so that he could do a good job of security when the time came.

In addition, he had a heavy suitcase in his hand compared to when he came, and Martin felt that it would be more comfortable to take the railcar back to the cathedral station.

Walking down Green Spider Street to Capernaum Avenue, Martin noticed that there seemed to be a lot more people dressed up around him.

When he and Junker passed by the previous Sunday, Juncker pointed out to him the reason for the crowd, and Martin remembered that he also mentioned the Black Raven Monk, and now I think it may have been Juncker's false rumors, after all, those monks on St. Athos would not go down easily, let alone see so many on the streets.

He was reminded of Salomon, who also lived on Charlie's Cross, who should have been at least a Black Raven Warrior before he walked out of the monastery.

With this in mind, Martin began to pace around the cathedral, taking in the tranquil yet undercurrent atmosphere of the cathedral, which seemed to be very different from the last time he visited.

For example, the two Templars who suddenly appeared at the entrance of the church, Martin looked at the golden lion and rose embroidered on their chests, and a sense of majesty and murder arose.

"It's going to make a big deal......

Martin couldn't help but sigh.

Just as he was about to take a closer look at the surroundings of the cathedral, he stumbled when his left boot suddenly stepped on something hard.

He stood firm and looked at his feet in confusion, and saw a stone that shone with a royal blue sheen.

It was a sapphire.