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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 93: The Deal
The old man shook his head. "Don't waste your ti. As I said, I have use for the essence. I won't trade it away."
"Who is the one dying?" Jas saw the other man flinch as he asked the question.
"What do you an?"
Jas pointed at his clothes. "The stains on your robes are all from a very precise set of ingredients. The sa goes for the sll in this room.
aning that you have been trying to brew the sa potion over and over… and failing at it. There is only one potion that I know that uses those particular ingredients, and it requires the essence of an ancient Djinn… Panacea, a legendary elixir capable of curing all diseases. It doesn't look like you are sick, so who are you so desperate to save? Your child? Your wife? ...or given your age… a grandson?"
The old man kept quiet for almost a minute before speaking again. "...Granddaughter, actually."
"And you don't know why you are failing to brew this elixir. I can tell you why, and it's not for lack of skill." Jas knew that this man was an incredible Potion Grandmaster who would even put Lord Pollux to sha.
"And you will tell ?" the old man asked with suspicion.
"I can tell you that you are missing a key ingredient," Jas responded.
The old man's eyes opened widely. "You know the recipe?" This was not sothing that one could find in so shop lying around. The recipe for Panacea had been a secret well-kept by Middle Eastern magical societies, who were the ones to invent it, thousands of years ago.
He had paid a grand price to acquire the one he had in his possession.
Jas produced a piece of parchnt and a quill before he began to write the complete recipe.
He had actually acquired the incomplete version from this very old man, when he was at the end of his road.
Later on, he managed to produce a functional Panacea elixir after much testing. However, he had to make changes due to the lack of Djinn Essence, and because of this, its effects were lower than the original version.
But this old man had all of the ingredients he needed and the skills to pull it off. All he lacked was the knowledge of this particular ingredient.
"I will give you this, and the Basilisk Heart. In exchange, I want the rest of the Djinn Essence… and a favour from you."
The old man raised an eyebrow. "If this works… very well."
Jas handed him the box containing the heart and the piece of parchnt. He had written not just the complete list of ingredients, but also his personal thod for brewing the Panacea.
The man took the parchnt in a hurry and read its contents. "Dittany?! That's one of the most common ingredients out there. You can find it in any store here… are you seriously telling that this is what I had been lacking?"
Jas shrugged. "Just because a potion is considered legendary doesn't an that every ingredient has to be rare. Besides, dittany may be common now, but two thousand years ago, around the Middle East?... not so much."
"Still… I hope this is not so sort of jest…"
"And why would I do that? Give it a try. It's not like you have anything to lose. Obviously, what you've been doing so far doesn't work. Once you complete your potion, send the rest of the essence." Jas turned around to leave.
"Wait," the old man stopped him.
"Yes?" Jas glanced at him.
"Have you gotten into an argunt with so of the local residents of the alley?" the old man asked.
"Why?"
"Because there are at least a dozen wizards outside my shop, and they don't look like custors. I would guess they ca here for you."
"Oh, that. Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it," Jas simply said.
"You can use the Floo in my office to leave this place. Those youngsters know better than to enter my shop to cause trouble," the old man suggested.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can't leave yet. You're not my only client here." And then he would have to return to the bank once more before going back to Hogsade.
"You also forgot your wand." He pointed at the one Jas had placed on the counter.
"Keep it. That's not mine anyway," Jas answered before turning around.
The old man shook his head but did not try to stop him again, so he opened the door and left the shop.
Like he had been told, there were a dozen wizards of varied age ranges waiting for him outside. He only recognized two of them. And that would be the two thieves who had previously tried to rob him.
Jas glanced at the one who had guided him here. No doubt, this was the one who had called for all these people and brought them here.
"I want my coin back," Jas told him with a tone of dissatisfaction.
"I want my wand back!" the thief shouted back.
"I lost it. Now… can anyone give directions to the Black Rose establishnt? It should be sowhat close by, I believe," Jas said calmly.
"You seem very nonchalant." One of the n walked forward with his wand in hand. "You're either an idiot or… very confident."
Jas returned his look. "Want to gamble on which one it is?"
This one aid his wand at Jas. "Kill him n—"
"Crack!"
They all missed the mont when Jas had thrown a small ball of clay onto the ground and made it move until it was right at the center of the group.
The mont it broke apart, a thick grey smoke ca out of it and trapped everyone inside.
Imdiately, everyone touched by the smoke froze in place.
Only one of them had been far away enough to avoid being affected, but the smoke had already reached his legs.
"Depulso."
The young thief heard Jas before feeling a powerful force pushing him away from the smoke and into a nearby wall.
"Urgg!" He fell to the ground. This ti he was sure that sothing was broken. He then looked up and saw all his mates were completely still. Their skin had begun to turn a grey color and cracks appeared on its surface.
"What… are they?... dead?"
Jas dispersed the smoke with an air-purifying spell. This was the petrifying mist he had collected from the trap that led to the Chamber of Secrets.
But unfortunately, it could only be used once, as the magic would lose its effect afterward.
Jas turned to the only mber left. It was the sa one who had guided him here. "Not dead, but they won't move for a long ti. Now…"
"W-wait! Please don't kill !" the young thief panicked. He ca here with a small army and everyone was defeated instantly. He didn't even have his wand to defend himself now. "I was just following my boss's orders!"
"Why would I kill you? You're my guide. Take to the Black Rose."
The expression of the young thief changed imdiately. There was now a sliver of hope. "Y-yes, of course, My Lord. Follow ."
Jas began to walk after the thief. "Oh, and I'm not paying you again."
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