Victor sat quietly in his study when he heard a knock on the door.

A breeze swept through it, and the door to the study opened automatically.

Hernie stood in the doorway and cautiously walked into the study.

She came to Viktor with her head down, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare to face Viktor.

I could only raise my eyes from time to time to sneak a peek at him.

Victor's gaze looked at Hernie wantonly.

A black robe obscured her body, as well as the temptation of Hernie as a succubus.

Who would have thought that this girl, who is usually inconspicuous, would have such a high configuration?

Hernie must be the biggest Victor has seen so far.

Victor shook his head, looked away from Heny's body, and spoke:

"What's the matter?"

Hernie lowered her head, and reported to him in a faint voice:

"There are families who want to work with you."

"Cooperation?"

Victor was a little confused, he didn't understand what Hernie was talking about.

Seeing this, Hernie explained:

"Last night, a lot of nobles sent messages to your item shop, most of them wanting to talk to you about working with you about magic potions."

Victor tapped his finger on the table, and sure enough, someone was already starting to notice this?

Although the price of the magic potion is very expensive, the effect is just as significant, and the mage who really needs it will basically not lack the money to buy these powerful items.

Some people are going to get a piece of the pie?

Victor never knew about the prop shop, because it was all Leah who set out to do it.

Hernie's words......

Victor remembers that after she woke up, she kept saying to Leah that she was embarrassed to be taken care of like this, saying that she wanted to do something at home and help out somewhat.

After that, Leah seemed to take Herney with her to be her assistant for the time being.

Originally, Herni's job at the academy was a teaching assistant, and she could also make a cameo appearance as an assistant.

It just so happened that the two of them went to a banquet yesterday, and Hernie spent the day in the prop shop.

But things were not quite what Victor had imagined, and Hernie said on the side:

"They want me to ask, your magic potion...... Is there any more in stock. ”

"Oh?"

Victor was puzzled and motioned for Hernie to continue:

"They said they wanted you to let them buy this magic potion in large quantities, and they would buy it for a hundred giohs above the cost price."

"Then they will put on the shelves of the magic potions you made in their family's shops and other cities, and divide the profits from the original cost price with you, and seventy percent will be yours."

Victor thought about it,

These families, do they want to do charity?

In fact, after calculating the benefits, in fact, these families are not considered charitable.

Even if the profit is only a hundred, they also make it.

But that's not even counting the messy costs of store management, manual transportation, and so on.

And for Victor, who knows the truth, these people are here to send money to Victor.

These people don't know where they heard the news that the actual cost of this magic potion is only three hundred giorgio.

Victor thinks that maybe this is a message that Leah has spread on purpose.

And the real cost? It's just some tree fruit that is worth less than a few dollars.

Even if Leah only sold it at what they thought it was cost, and then sold it by other shops at the standard price of 1,000 gioh, the profit of 700 would be a huge amount of money.

The 700 Geio will also be divided into 70% to Victor.

And the price of their bulk purchase is higher than the cost price.

They earn less.

Sounds good, but.

Victor's eyes narrowed.

There are a lot of fights with players, and Victor has always understood it in his heart.

When trading, there is always a malicious intent to figure out the trader.

After all, you never know if there will be any traps behind the sweetness that the other party gives you.

Indeed, there may be some people who want to please Victor, after all, he is now the princess's teacher, and even the second prince has to please him.

It's clearly in full swing.

But......

If the content of the transaction is the same as what Hernie said, after they get the goods, they only need to give seventy percent of the profits from the sale to Victor.

They can choose to stock up and not sell.

As long as they don't sell, they don't need to send money to Victor.

As a result, these people bought a large amount of 1,000 Geoh magic potions from Victor at what they thought was the cost price, but instead of selling them, they hoarded them or used them themselves.

Not only did it break the market price of the potion, but it also broke the rules of the Cravina family's sales.

For one person, only two bottles can be purchased a day.

Victor won't be disgusted with the amount of money he makes, after all, he is short of money, but he won't fall for this obvious trap.

These old fritters will only bully and bully Hernie who doesn't understand this.

Victor glanced at Hernie.

The little succubus is indeed amazing in terms of the knowledge of magic, but it is obviously ignorant of this kind of business thing.

"This matter is on hold for the time being, and we will deal with it when Leah returns."

If you are professional, let the professional come.

He believed that if these guys really planned to come and dig traps for their family's business.

Leah must be able to tear a layer of skin off the body of these nobles.

"As for you."

However, Victor stood up and walked straight to Hernie, who thought she had made a mistake, and hurriedly lowered her head, biting her lip, and seemed to be unable to stand still.

"Huh."

Victor stretched out a hand and touched Heni's head, Hernie was stunned, a sense of happiness welled up in her heart, and she raised her head and looked at Victor in a daze.

Victor was expressionless and said lightly.

"When you go to work at the prop shop in a while, you just need to concentrate on selling."

"Don't delay your learning of magic."

Hernie nodded hurriedly, listening to Victor's words made her feel happy.

Once again, a warm current rose from my heart and rushed overhead.

"I'll definitely catch up with you, Professor! When the time comes, I will! ...... by all means."

Speaking of the back, Hernie seemed to think of something, her face was red like a steam engine, and she couldn't hold back half a sentence anymore.

No one knows what's going on in the head of this astringent succubus.

Victor withdrew his hand and walked out the door, Vega flapping her wings and flying over his shoulder.

Before leaving, Victor said to Hernie, who was still stunned and shy behind him.

"Remember to close the door."

When Hernie came to her senses, Victor had left the mansion.

She was a little lost, but it was as if for the first time she felt that she had a purpose in life.

Hernie put her palms to her chest and whispered.

"I want to be more powerful!"

……

Victor sat on top of the speeding carriage and crossed the dusty path to a luxurious courtyard mansion -

Delin Mansion.

Victor got out of the carriage, and the servant at the door of the mansion bowed slightly when he saw Victor:

"Mr. Victor, please wait a moment, and I will inform Miss Gwen."

Because the matter of the demon war is over, Gwen has been at home for the past few days on vacation to recuperate.

Victor nodded to them and leaned back to the carriage to wait.

Crunch –

As the door opened, a woman walked out.

Her long purple hair was the first to catch Viktor's eyes, and when she looked at her face, Victor frowned slightly.

It wasn't Gwen, it was her sister.

Kevlar.

"Roar~ This isn't Victor."

Kevlar squinted and chuckled, raised a hand and clawed it and scratched it in the air.

Very peculiar way of greeting.

At this moment, looking at Kevlar, who greeted him lively, Viktor felt in a trance.

After all, this character, who has never appeared in the game, survived.

If the player really appears in the future, then in what capacity will Gwen's eldest sister join the plot.

Victor didn't know, he hadn't thought about it before.

After all, his primary goal is to 'survive'.

In order to survive, Victor has to become stronger and stronger.

If you still can't avoid the end of death, then become stronger, more powerful.

Enough to ignore everyone.

His trance was ignored by Kevlar, who blinked with a little annoyance.

"What? Sister came to pick you up, aren't you happy? Gwen has to come out to meet you, right? ”

Coming back to his senses, Viktor nodded, not giving Kevlar any face.

"Yes."

Kevlar: "......"

She shrugged her shoulders, helpless.

In the face of this paralyzed brother-in-law, she really didn't have anything to say.

Forget it, don't be angry, after all, the other party saved her.

Although she also spent money.

But in Kevlar's heart, life is always greater than money.

When she was nearing death, if it weren't for the bottles of recovery potions that Victor brought with her, she might not have been able to stand here and talk to Victor.

That alone was enough for her to improve her perception of Victor.

Kevlar exhaled, calmed down, and clasped his hands on his chest.

"So what? What's the matter with little Gwen? ”

"I told you in advance, if you don't go on a date with her, then you don't look for her, she's busy."

Gwen, who came out with a towel to wipe her sweat and a knight's sword, looked at her suspiciously.

"Sister? Who are you talking to...... Victor!? ”

Victor glanced down at Kevlar, a little more playful mockery in his eyes.

"That's what you mean you're busy?"

Kevlar covered his face with one hand, not wanting to face Victor.

At this time, she didn't want to see her stupid sister who had just slapped herself in the face.

The moment Gwen, who came to the door, saw Victor, her tone became a little displeased:

"Why are you here?"

Hearing the other party's tone, Victor held his chin and thought about what he had done before, whether he had provoked the other party at some point, but he didn't understand it after thinking about it.

So Victor intends to get straight to the point.

He looked at the knight's silver sword in Gwen's hand, thought for a moment, and said in a tone that Gwen was very familiar with.

“...... Practice? ”