2161: Bazaar (5)

Bazaar (5)

In the entire bazaar, Shen Yanxiao's booth was the most lively. Wave after wave of guests came and went. Batch after batch of potions were sold. Shen Yanxiao's hands were cramped from collecting money.2

"No more." After selling more than a thousand bottles of low-level potions in a row, Shen Yanxiao finally announced the end of today's sale.

There was still a portion of low-level potions in her interspatial ring, but it was getting late. She planned to stroll around the bazaar to see if there was anything she needed.

She had to continue her journey at night.

"No way!"

"I've been queuing for more than an hour!"

"Wuhuhu, you can't do this."

The dwarves who had been waiting in the queue were struck with tragedy. Just before this, they were eagerly carrying their wallets, preparing to buy potions, but what they got in return was this news. It was like a bolt from the blue!

Shen Yanxiao secretly chuckled. Even though the money she earned today was not enough to fill the gaps between her teeth, it was still a pleasure to sell all the low-level potions that she had hoarded for a long time.

As the sale ended, the reluctant dwarves could only leave dejectedly.

But there was a dwarf who stood on one side from beginning to end.

That was the original owner of this booth.

From the moment Shen Yanxiao began to sell potions until she sold out, the dwarf had been crouching on one side, watching Shen Yanxiao take out better and better potions with increasingly horrified eyes.

His eyes nearly popped out.

For an entire day, the dwarf felt the shock that he had received what was more than what he experienced in his entire life.

Shen Yanxiao had noticed this dwarf who stood at the side with a complicated expression. During her selling spree, he did not take a single step away, and he often helped her to shout out the price. Every time, the price was one gold coin higher than before. He was a very, very conscientious shop assistant.

With this in mind, Shen Yanxiao took out a bottle of intermediate-level potion from her interspatial ring. The dwarf had accompanied her to sell potions for a whole day, and he was shouting more enthusiastically than her, the real seller. Of course, she had to show some appreciation.

"Here you go." Shen Yanxiao handed the intermediate-level potion to the dwarf. In fact, not to mention intermediate-level potions, Shen Yanxiao could also afford to give out advanced-level potions, master-level potions, and even grandmaster-level potions. However, she did not want to cause any rumble among the dwarves. Today's selling spree had made her clearly aware of the dwarves' demand for potions and the approximate level of the potions available here.

If she threw out a bottle of grandmaster-level potions, the dwarf in front of her would probably faint.

The dwarf blinked his eyes and hesitantly took the potion handed over by Shen Yanxiao.

The color of this bottle of potion was purer than the ones Shen Yanxiao had sold before. It was a new potion he had never seen before.

"What potion is this?" The dwarf asked doubtfully.

Shen Yanxiao was stunned. She did not expect that the other party would not even recognize an intermediate-level recovery potion. She chuckled and said, "This is a recovery potion. Take it as thanks for helping me today."

"Recovery potion? I've never heard of it… But… I still have to thank you. Your concocting skill is better than all the herbalists I've ever seen." The dwarf carefully put the special bottle of recovery potion in his arms. A herbalist who could make so many pure potions must be very strong. The potion given to him would never be bad. He must keep it well!

"By the way, which tribe are you from? How come I've never seen you before?" The dwarf asked.

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