On the south side of Droswen City, there were many potion and weapon shops. People who wanted to buy both usually came here.
The prices weren't too expensive—in fact, they were much cheaper than those in the capital, with the same quality of goods.
Merlin strolled leisurely down the street. To avoid drawing trouble, he wore a gray hood that concealed his appearance.
"So, this is South Street, huh?" he murmured in awe.
South Street was the name of the southern district of Droswen City. It was bustling and full of people, though most of them weren't ordinary folk but those with power—mages, swordsmen, and the like.
Their levels were relatively weak, averaging only between Spirit Core Eight and Nine.
Even so, they were still formidable. After all, they lacked the extraordinary resources that members of noble families possessed.
"[Master, are you really sure about this? Wouldn't selling an A-level potion mean taking a loss?]"
