"That won't be necessary," Flanta said with a smile. "Even at the price from our last transaction, I still make a bit of a profit. You probably don't know this, but the ones you made before sold for as much as one hundred and twenty gold pounds a bottle."
'That high?'
Wei'en remembered that the normal price for a perfect-grade bottle was one hundred gold pounds. He hadn't expected people would still buy them at a twenty percent markup.
"After all, perfect-grade Abnormality-Suppressing Potions are rare, even in our Blood Spirit School."
"In that case, let's do as you say."
"Thank you very much for your help, His Excellency Faceless," Flanta said in a solemn tone, bowing deeply. "If you ever need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
Wei'en just smiled, not paying much mind to the promise. For him, it was a small effort, and he wasn't losing anything either.
