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The wolf pelts sold for 5 Small Bronze Coins each… a silver coin is 100 Small Bronze Coins, and we had around 20 wolf pelts, so we got exactly a single silver coin.
A gold coin is 100 silver coins, and that’s all the economy of this feeble world, I think. At least better than the credit-based economy of the Outside Universe. Not like I avoided too much with the law, as long as I had strength, I just took whatever I wanted. Although there might be more complicated things in the capital of the Fiefdom, due to being a serf, our education is very limited, so I lack knowledge, and asking to commoners will often net me their angered glares or sometimes “scram kid!” so I just decided to learn by myself slowly.
We had yet to butcher the Alpha Wolf yet, so we couldn’t make that 1 gold coin out of it.
But why does Alpha sell so well compared to the shittier wolves? Well, mostly due to its danger level. An Alpha Gray Wolf is considered a Middle Stage Rank 1 Spirit Beast, they’re strong enough to ravage an entire group of spirit masters.
I suppose I fought against such a thing… I had dealt with it with relative ease. I suppose it wasn’t as weak as I originally thought…
Also, the pelt itself is dozens of times more durable than the normal gray wolf, and it is often used to make special equipment sold to Spirit Masters that become Adventurers, Hunters, or Mercenaries.
Aside from that, I decided to see how much I could sell a Spirit Orb for. The Spirit Orbs were way more expensive. I was able to get 20 Bronze Coins for one, I had over 30, so I could get 600 Bronze Coins, which were 6 Silver Coins… Not bad for a hunt of two days.
However, I decided to save them for now. My father also sold the bones, fangs, and claws which were used as materials, and we got an extra silver coin out of it.
With two silver coins and a bag with items to make a Mana Potion, we went back home.
My father was still surprised, and very nervous, after all, I had promised the old man that if I failed, he could enslave me. Something that he was already having nightmares of.
“Blake! What you did was very reckless! I can’t believe I even let you do such a thing, my son, you must reconsider! I won’t let you do as you please anymore! As your father, we’ll go back, and you will apologize to the man and give him back the materials!” said my father.
“…Father, trust me!” I said, my eyes shining with confidence as I emanated an aura of Qi.
“Ah…!” my father looked at me with surprise once more.
[Eleanora] had activated the [Charm: Lv1] Skill]
[The person has a more favorable impression of your words]
Thank you, Eleanora.
“The Holy Spirit is guiding me, father, this is a turning point in our lives.” I said.
“B-Blake…” my father looked at me as his face suddenly filled with emotions.
“Alright…! Damn it, but… how are we going to do this?” he asked.
“Leave it to me. And if possible, let’s keep it a secret from the rest.” I said.
“A-A secret… But… Your mother will kill me!” he said.
“Trust me, father!” I said.
I was being so dramatic that my father had no choice but to accept.
After we were done, we walked back home where we were welcomed by everyone.
My mother became incredibly happy after learning we earned two silver coins, which was a lot for us poor people.
“T-Two silver coins in just two days?! That’s crazy!” she said.
“Right? It is!” said my father.
“And its all thanks to you, dear… You’re so talented… But next time, go hunt with the help of your father, okay?” asked my mother.
“Sure thing mother.” I said.
After everything settled down, I decided to go pay a visit to Erika.
Indeed, that’s where I would be making my potion.
Erika’s father had a lot of things. He used to be a crafter, carpenter, and even had done alchemy himself. He had to combine all these arts to make living dolls, and Erika herself.
When I reached Erika’s house early in the morning, the old man opened the door.
“Ah, Blake? Erika’s still sleeping… Want me to wake her up?” he asked.
“No, don’t worry about it, I came here because I wanted to ask you for a favor…” I said.
“A… favor?” he asked.
I convinced the old man into letting me use his Alchemy Items very easily. I just had to tell him the complete truth.
“Y-You’re really… done such a thing?” he asked.
“Yes, I need money, and this is a shortcut to it. Even as young as I am, you’re never too young to earn money.” I said.
“Y-You talk like an old man sometimes…” he said.
“It must be your imagination.” I said.
The man had a large cauldron where alchemy was done.
He even decided to clean it for me and wash it a bit.
After that, he put the whole thing over several rocks and a bonfire below.
“Do you want me to do it for you? I am quite a good alchemist… Well, I am a bit rusty.” He said.
Certainly, I could have asked him to do it to get out of this situation easily, but I was confident in my own Alchemy Skills.
“Don’t worry about it, I am confident in my own skills…” I said.
The reason why that Mana Potion was so low quality was that it was made rushed and by someone with barely any experience. It was steamrolled, someone with just the Alchemist Talent infused mana into the materials and forced them to turn into a potion. A horrible way to make products, I can tell why it was so horribly refined that the toxin of one of the ingredients wasn’t properly refined.
Of course, in my previous life I had practiced and mastered Alchemy because it was necessary to learn how to make items to hasten my cultivation, so it was an essential thing I learned.
Refining these items was like child’s play compared to the entire stars I once merged using alchemy alongside other Galaxy-Realm-level materials to form the Marvelous Andromeda Dew, a special potion that enhanced my Cultivation and helped me surpass Rank 8 of the Galaxy Emperor-Realm.
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