Herag prepares to go to the flea market to sell a potion of white healing, which is a common potion in the flea market, and it is also a potion that sells well.

He plans to sell them first to see how things are going, and then make other considerations if there is a problem.

Although the potions refined by the wizard apprentices are not as good as those officially sold in the Moonlight Glade, the effect is generally good, and it can be used for them.

The flea market is essentially a square, and Herag is about to find a place to set up a stall when he meets an acquaintance.

Leo, who wore glasses, sat on a small stool with a thick book, and there were still stacks of tall books in front of him.

"Leo!" Herag said hello.

Leo turned his head and saw that it was Herag, lifted his glasses and smiled, "Long time no see, Herag." ”

"There's no one next to you, right? I'm going to set up a stall here. Herag asked.

He saw that Leo was empty on the left and right, and there was no one to set up a stall.

"No one, the stalls in the flea market are ownerless, first come, first served." Leo explained.

Relieved to hear him say this, Herag took out four bottles of white fresh healing potion from his bag and put them in front of him, and then took the book out like Leo and hurried to study.

He was reading The Foundations of Meditation.

Herag has learned too much during this time, and he must not be able to digest it in such a short time, so he must spend more time studying and studying.

Deep blue can indeed make him go faster, but it may also become a further shackle in the future.

"The only one who can always believe in yourself is oneself, even if it's dark blue, it's just an external force."

Leo was surprised to see him come out with four bottles of white healing potion, "Have you already learned potions?" ”

"It's barely learned, it's just that I lost a lot of money in practice, so I wasn't forced to come out and change some magic stones to stop loss." Herag's face was sad, as if he had lost a lot of magic stones.

Leo nodded understandingly: "For us wizard apprentices with no background, it's best not to touch Potions in the front, it's too expensive." ”

"Indeed, this is not something that the poor can afford, and I will not get this batch of potions after I sell it." Hellag sighed.

He gave up the idea of continuing to refine white potions to earn magic stones, and now the small number of potions in his hands can be explained, many wizard apprentices will refine white fresh healing potions when they first learn potions, and it is normal to sell them.

But if Herag took out a lot of potions, it would not be normal, because ordinary people do not have such a high success rate in refining potions.

If Herag were to take out twenty bottles of White Fresh Healing Potion, he would normally need at least sixty raw materials, which was not a small amount.

How can he get so much money as a first-class wizard apprentice, and it will cause some unnecessary trouble when the time comes.

Herag now wants to be less troublesome, and the money for the Dawn Potion can be scraped together by doing other tasks.

"You're a white healing potion, right?"

After a while, business came to the door, a male wizard apprentice with red curly hair, who looked to be about twenty years old.

"Yes," replied. ”

"Can you take a look?"

Herag laughed, "Of course. ”

When wizards trade potions with each other, they usually look at the quality, after all, it is not officially sold in the Moonlight Glade.

There are many beginner wizard apprentices, even if they fail to refine potions, they will take out and sell them in a big way, and they will pit those wizard apprentices who don't understand.

There are still a lot of people who are pitted, and there are many of them every year, which is already a common thing.

Slightly more experienced wizard apprentices will carefully check the quality of potions before buying them.

The curly-haired wizard took the white healing potion and observed it carefully, he was checking the color of the potion, the turbidity, etc., and after a moment he said, "Your potion is not bad, I'll buy two bottles." ”

"Deal!" Herag picked up a bottle and handed it over, harvesting ten magic stones.

The White Fresh Healing Potion sold even better than Herag had expected, and the four bottles were quickly sold out.

Herag took out three more bottles, and he was going to keep two for himself.

Leo's eyes widened as he looked at the three bottles of potion, "Did you spend so much money?" ”

"Alas!" Gerag sighed, "Don't talk about it, I still owe Mr. Larry a lot of money." ”

Leo suddenly realized, as if he understood something: "I see, I really envy you." ”

Herag smiled and did not speak, did not explain anything.

"Borrow a little bit of Mr. Larry's ......," Herag said, referring to Larry's just trying to give himself less trouble.

The two didn't speak again after talking for a few words, and each looked at the book.

Leo's business was a little deserted, and no one cared about it for a long time.

Herag's business soon came again, this time a woman in a black wizard's apprentice robe, slender and tall.

She glanced at the white healing potion on the Herag stall as she passed by, and with a startled sigh, she squatted on the side of the stall and picked up a bottle of potion to observe.

Herag estimated that the woman was 1.8 meters tall, and her long legs were particularly obvious when she squatted down, giving the illusion that there were legs from the neck down.

"This potion was refined?" The woman asked.

Hellag nodded, "Yes." ”

"Just three bottles? Anything else? ”

Herag smiled: "How can I have so many magic stones to buy materials, there are only so many." ”

"Okay, your level is not bad, I want these three bottles." The woman happily pulled out fifteen magic stones and left.

Herag watched her leave in a hurry, and couldn't help but look at the long legs that loomed under the robes.

Seven of the nine bottles of White Fresh Healing Potion were sold, and thirty-five magic stones were harvested.

"Leo, I'll go first." Herag said hello to Leo, who was still reading.

Leo nodded stiffly, never taking his eyes off the book.

Herag couldn't help but smile when he saw him like this, and he thought, "This Leo is still a first-class wizard apprentice who works so hard, I don't know if it's because of too few resources or too poor qualifications. ”

On the way back, he looked at the other stalls, and there were quite a few potions selling potions, among which there were many white healing potions, but most of them were of average quality.

Herag's White Fresh Healing Potion was milky white, only slightly worse than the pure white sold in the Moonlight Glades.

The gap in this point is something he can't surpass at the moment, because it's a gap in mental power.

The potions sold in the Moonlight Glade are basically refined by powerful third-class wizard apprentices or formal wizards, and the quality of their magic power is not comparable to that of Herag, and this kind of potion refined with high-quality magic power can reach the highest quality.

The white fresh healing potions sold by these people all have a little yellow, and some are even all yellow solutions, which belong to the level that is almost unusable.

This scene made Herag think that he could no longer make money by selling potions, at least not until he had enough strength.

When Herag returned home, he took out the rune stone and began to see if there was a task for him.

Now there are a total of thirty-seven magic stones on his body, and even the material money for a dawn potion is not enough.

There was a quest that caught the attention of Herag.

"Hunt Golem, come and deal with Golem's heart, a wizard's apprentice who is familiar with Potions, and be rewarded with twenty magic stones."