So Su Li gritted his teeth, staring at the blond and asked, "Are you sure this thing is from the Eastern Zhendan and not from some strange place south of Zhendan? It doesn't look like poison to me, more like some divine oil?"
Eric blinked innocently and said, "I don't know either, Lord. At least that's what the high elf merchant said."
Lauren scolded, "Stop pretending to be innocent. I think you're deliberately selling some dangerous counterfeit goods here."
Eric, this blond, feared unreasonable types like Tiberus, but he wasn't afraid of polite bureaucrats and politicians, so he confidently said, "Minister, selling counterfeit goods would require me to know what I'm counterfeiting, right? I don't even know what this is myself, so how could I fake it?"
"Lord, even though this thing's origins are unclear, its effectiveness is absolutely outstanding. Not for 998 gold crowns, not for 98 gold crowns, but for just 9.8 gold crowns, you can take it home. Think about it?"
