Charles opened the system's storage space, which had been filled with herbs but, after five days of diligent work, now contained only miracle drugs.
[Storage Space]: Hemostatic powder [tone reproduction miracle drug]×10, painkillers×200, fire-controlling elixir×100, spirit-replenishing pill×50, serene fluid×50, beast-driving wine×30...
Looking at these alchemy dicines, Charles felt a great sense of accomplishnt. After five days of repetitive work, he felt his alchemy skills had significantly improved.
"These miracle drugs should be enough for the two-month journey into the ferocious beast mountains. The excess can be sold," Charles said with satisfaction.
The common dicines were not a big deal, but he wasn't planning to release all the tone reproduction miracle drug hemostatic powder at once.
There's a business term from his previous life called 'hunger marketing.' If he were to auction all 10 gray miracle drugs at once, the price would definitely be driven down.
He needed to sell them bit by bit.
Charles hailed a cab and arrived at the Misubi auction house an hour later.
This ti, he was not greeted by a man in a tailcoat but by a delicately beautiful woman: "Sir, please follow ."
The woman wore a very form-fitting strapless long dress that accentuated her enticing curves. With a slight bow, she revealed a generous amount of cleavage.
Having been through much in two lifetis, Charles was usually unphased. However, his body was still that of an 18-year-old, full of youthful vigor. Witnessing this scene, it was inevitable that sothing uncontrollable would stiffen.
Fortunately, the woman quickly turned around, unaware of Charles's discomfort, thus avoiding much embarrassnt.
In the VIP room.
The chief appraiser, Brown, took the two miracle drugs from Charles, sniffed them gently, and then placed the pills into a nearby testing device. A few minutes later, he nodded affirmatively:
"Both my experience and the device's data results confirm that these two miracle drugs have achieved tone reproduction."
Brown's face was full of smiles as he asked, "Sir, would you like to auction them here again?"
Charles nodded. "The sooner, the better. I only have one day."
"No problem, please wait a mont." Brown placed Charles's miracle drugs into a jade box, gave a subtle signal to the woman beside him, and then gently closed the room's door.
Sitting by the sa window, Charles watched Brown enter the auction hall downstairs with the two miracle drugs. After a brief introduction, the bidding started.
"Sir, would you like so coffee?" The woman who had initially greeted Charles suddenly approached him, appearing sowhat flustered.
Charles nodded absentmindedly, his attention fixed on the auction below.
As the auction for the two tone reproduction miracle drugs began, the crowd downstairs grew restless, with continuous bids being placed.
"I heard a single Hemostatic powder sold for 50 silver coins yesterday. This thing must be valuable; I'll start at 20 silver coins!"
"25 silver coins!"
"I bid 30 silver coins!"
"35 silver coins!"
"..."
As Charles was engrossed in the scene, he suddenly felt a warmth on his body. Turning around, he saw that his pants, which he had just put on before leaving, were now stained with light brown coffee.
"I'm so sorry, sir, I'm just clumsy..." The woman looked extrely panicked as she quickly pulled out a handkerchief, knelt on the carpet, and gently wiped at Charles's pants.
"No... it's okay, I'll just change them when I get back. Just be more careful next ti." Since it was an accident, Charles didn't want to make too much of it.
He glanced at the woman's na badge. Her na was Angela, and she seed to be about his age, probably just starting her internship.
But this glance turned awkward as Charles looked down and Angela looked up at him. Her pale blue eyes, like a clear, unpolluted lake, were stunning.
Angela looked down at her strapless neckline and, from Charles's higher perspective, he must have seen everything... Her face flushed slightly, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say sothing but found it difficult to speak.
"Uh, Miss Angela, I wasn't looking at your... I was looking at your na badge!" Charles's face turned red.
With that, Angela's face grew even redder.
'This... why are you blushing? It makes it seem like I did sothing. I wasn't trying to peek!'
Charles was at a loss for words.
Damn, it's hard to clarify! The more he explained, the more it seed like he really was staring at Angela's chest.
Charles only heard the sound of a zipper, and then his penis, still marked with coffee stains, was exposed to the air, standing erect less than 10 centiters from Angela's face.
Before Charles could regain his composure, he felt a soft and moist sensation enveloping his penis, yet the pleasurable feeling almost sent him soaring, nearly moaning out loud.
A buzzing filled Charles's mind.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to do?
Charles's brain short-circuited.
He was supposed to be watching the auction, but then, a sweet-looking girl spilled coffee on him and insisted on kneeling to clean it up, and then...
The pleasurable sensation of her mouth working him, in and out, made his scalp tingle. Charles' penis suddenly had veins bulging, almost filling her mouth completely.
"Um, Miss Angela, please show so respect!" Charles snapped back to reality and quickly pulled his penis out of her mouth. However, stopping at such a critical mont left him with an unbearable sense of emptiness, making him feel extrely uncomfortable.
"Sir, please... they... they will beat ..." Tears stread down Angela's delicate face, dampening Charles's pants, her voice bitter with a hint of pleading.
"Was it that scoundrel Brown who forced you to do this?" Charles's anger was palpable.
He understood in a flash.
There was no beautiful, accidental coffee spill leading to a et-cute; this was a prearranged, sordid transaction!
He knew that alchemists held a high status in Genosha, and so major families would go to great lengths to court them.
But he hadn't expected the Misubi family to stoop so low to win him over.
To force a girl, new to the workplace, to seduce him against her will.
"No, no, Mr. Charles, it's not what you think, Mr. Brown is a very good man." Kneeling before Charles, Angela's face was as red as a ripe peach, her voice tense, and Charles could even feel her rapid breathing.
"Mr. Charles, when I was seven, a swarm of alloy ants attacked my village, and it was Mr. Brown who rescued from a bloodbath." Tears marked Angela's face as she spoke.
"Until today... until today when I saw the news that Mr. Charles personally slew that alloy ant queen, I've been eagerly hoping to et you."
"So..."
"This was Mr. Brown's arrangent, as well as Angela's own desire."
Despite the tears streaking her face, Angela wore a smile of contentnt.
...
"Mr. Charles, here is the auction proceeds of 80 silver coins, minus a 5% handling fee, totaling 76 silver coins, please take it!"
At the VIP room entrance.
Dressed in a light strapless dress and wearing delicate makeup, Angela's face bore a professional smile, showing no traces of her earlier tears.
She gave Charles a slight bow and winked subtly when no one was looking.
Charles couldn't rember how he left the Misubi auction house, only feeling a deep sense of pleasure both physically and emotionally, mixed with a slight exhaustion from release.
However, compared to when he arrived, his mind now harbored a secret about a girl.
Charles was cashing a check when his phone suddenly rang with a call from the Beast Master Guild; the ferocious beast materials he had entrusted for sale had all been sold.
Thrilled, Charles checked his bank account balance.
[Dear custor, the current balance of your account ending in 9527 is: 0 gold coins, 149 silver coins, 820 copper coins.]
Charles quickly did the math: 76 silver coins from the auction, 15 silver coins from the sale of alloy ant materials, plus the original 58 silver coins in his account...
"Not a coin less, just perfect!"
This was the first ti Charles had seen so much money—149 silver coins, almost the equivalent of what ten ordinary people could earn in a year without spending on anything!
With a substantial sum in his pocket, Charles walked with a spring in his step.
First, he went to the equipnt store. This ti, without haggling, he purchased the Divine Scale Armor he had eyed before for 20 silver coins.
Then, Charles's gaze shifted to 'The Wilson Weaponry', a prominent brand in Lsengard known for high-quality weapons, not far from the equipnt store.
At a glance, the system indicated mostly gray and white items. With so much money, Charles was no longer interested in ordinary weapons and headed straight for the core area of the store.
Tomorrow was the day he would venture out of the city for training, and the weapon store was bustling with custors today.
In the perilous ferocious beast mountains, besides a pet, having a suitable weapon was also a crucial safeguard.
As he moved deeper into the store, the weapons beca rarer, gradually introducing weapons of green quality.
After wandering around for most of the day, amidst the gray, white, and green, Charles spotted a hint of deep blue:
"Excuse , how much is this weapon?"
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