“Yeah, I’ve read it. That’s required reading for beginners, isn’t it? What’s wrong?”
Flora glanced at him strangely.
Lance clutched his chest in pain, feeling as if his heart were bleeding.
That had been a full twenty silver coins!
If he had known there was a walking library right here, why would he have wasted that money?
“It’s nothing… just feels a bit painful.”
After recovering for a mont, Lance shalessly said:
“Then… the books you ntioned—can I borrow them soti?”
“Of course, aren’t we friends?”
Flora agreed without hesitation.
In her view, books were ant to be read. Lending them to friends could save money and allow for discussion—why not?
“But speaking of which.”
Flora pulled the topic back.
“Although it’s theoretically possible to take on a second class, in reality, very few people do.”
“Even for combinations with huge differences, like a swordsman taking on singing as a secondary class, there would still be slight soul wear.”
“And most importantly, a secondary class cannot provide base attribute growth.”
To help Lance understand more intuitively, Flora picked up an empty wooden cup from the table.
“This cup is your body.”
“The improvent of a main class is like not only pouring water into it, but also continuously expanding the walls of the cup, making it bigger so it can hold more water.”
“As for the secondary class…”
She pointed inside the cup.
“It’s more like dye dripping into it.”
“It can change the color of the water, giving you more functions and thods, but it doesn’t increase the cup’s volu.”
The analogy was extrely vivid.
Lance completely understood.
The main class determined the upper limit of attributes and the foundation of growth, while the secondary class only expanded the breadth of the skill tree.
“Then is soul wear completely unavoidable?”
Lance pressed further.
If he wanted to maximize the system’s functions in the future, taking on a secondary class was almost inevitable.
At this mont, Flora had already finished the chocolate ball and was wiping the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
She thought seriously for a mont before answering:
“Of course there are ways to solve it.”
“But I don’t know the exact thods.”
“I’ve only read rumors in books saying that so special classes are naturally immune to these penalties, or that certain Legendary-level alchemical potions might be able to achieve it.”
Special classes…
Lance nodded thoughtfully.
Whether it was [Potion Research] or [Biological Research], these two system modules were like extra talent plugins attached to him.
If he could utilize them through a secondary class, the resulting synergy would definitely be trendous.
As long as the so-called wear remained within an acceptable range, even with so penalty, it would still be worth it.
Just as he was still weighing the pros and cons—
the door of the potion shop was pushed open forcefully from outside.
The copper bell on the door rang sharply.
Lance instinctively turned his head to look.
A woman in her forties hurried in with great montum.
She had striking dark purple long hair. Although there were faint lines at the corners of her eyes, it was still clear she must have been a beauty in her youth.
She wore a neatly tailored dark brown leather vest over a white linen shirt, with the sleeves rolled high, revealing fair yet strong forearms.
This outfit made her look less like a potion master who stayed in a laboratory all day and more like an adventurer ready to draw a sword at any mont.
The one who entered was the shop’s owner, Movenna.
“Flora! I’m back!”
Movenna’s loud voice made the glass bottles on the counter tremble slightly.
She casually tossed the docunts she was holding aside before noticing Lance sitting by the counter.
“What are you doing here?”
Movenna narrowed her eyes suspiciously, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lance and Flora.
Her sharp look was like she was examining a bad boy trying to lure away her little white rabbit.
But soon, as if she had realized sothing, the scrutinizing expression on her face instantly lted away.
“Oh, you’re here to ask about the results of your potion, right?”
Movenna smiled, her expression bright and refreshing.
“Yes, Aunt Movenna.”
Lance nodded obediently.
The next second—
a sturdy arm like an iron clamp hooked around his neck.
Imdiately, an irresistible force dragged him over, and Lance was pulled uncontrollably, his head directly pinned under Movenna’s armpit.
He felt a sharp crack in his neck, his whole body going blank.
This was the strength of a professional?
Was this really the arm strength a potion master should have?
Movenna didn’t feel anything wrong with her actions at all. Holding Lance, she dragged him in front of Flora like she was showing off a trophy, proudly boasting:
“This ti it’s all thanks to this kid’s potion!”
“In the category of external injury dicines—which takes up the largest share of the procurent list—we defeated those bastards from the Silver Bottle Alchemy Company!”
“And the price was exactly what you told
yesterday—25 copper coins at the original price. We closed the deal without lowering even a single coin!”
“Really?!”
Although still trapped under Movenna’s arm in an awkward position, Lance couldn’t help letting out an excited exclamation.
Won at original price!
That was 25 copper coins!
After deducting costs, each jar would net him a tearful profit of 17.5 copper coins!
“Of course it’s true!”
Movenna loosened her grip slightly, but her arm still rested on Lance’s shoulder like she was slinging it around a buddy.
“Although I didn’t take a cut from your order—consider it a favor.”
“But riding the montum of your Hemostatic Ointnt, I also secured the remaining orders for detoxification, purification, and status recovery potions.”
“Just those additional orders alone are enough for
to make a huge profit.”
Movenna smiled broadly.
This wasn’t just about money—it was also about venting years of frustration from being suppressed by an old rival.
However, at this mont—
the smile on Lance’s face suddenly froze.
He rembered an extrely crucial question.
“Um… Aunt Movenna.”
Lance asked cautiously, his voice carrying a faint, barely noticeable tremor.
“Since it’s the largest external injury dicine order… how many units did you negotiate in total?”
In his mind, he recalled the maximum production capacity he had calculated last night.
Twelve hours—at absolute limit, he could only produce 144 jars.
Hearing this, Movenna slowly released him from her arm.
She placed both hands on Lance’s shoulders, her originally smiling face gradually leaning closer.
Although there was still a smile at the corner of her lips, Lance seed to feel a trace of chill.
“Since you dared to have Flora submit your sample for bidding… you should already have a large stockpile at ho, right?”
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