Figo panicked when he saw so many people fighting over the pill. He was lucky enough to buy this pill last time, but it had been consumed. If he could not get one this time, he had no idea how long it would be before he saw another one again. Figo was very anxious and joined in the bidding. Very soon, the price soared sky-high. Everyone noticed his bidding and knew the chance had come. They stopped after a few more random bids, but the price had reached 700 energy stones. Figo was horrified when the bidding stopped. He did not expect the price to reach this level! However, he really needed the pill, so the price was of no consequence to him. He quickly bought the pill and took it in front of everyone. The paid extras looked at him enviously. They were paid to do this job and were not rich people at all. Even if they had the right to buy this pill, they had no money. The price was too high, more than the value of the pill itself. Mr. Lindell shook his head wh
Seeing that the other two parties were not interested in the items on auction, Scarlet decided to sell the items she bought from Treasure House. Scarlet had personally verified the authenticity of these treasures. Although Scarlet did not buy many pills from Treasure House, she had weapons. Scarlet quickly started hyping up the atmosphere. If the stuff from Bijou Parlor could not pique their interest, things from Treasure House would surely catch their attention. Sure enough, everyone was excited as soon as the items went on display. Even the paid extras widened their eyes in shock. The weapons sold in Treasure House were unused in a brand-new state. As Scarlet had bought the items and tried them out personally, the brilliance of the weapons could hardly be contained. “Are those spiritual weapons?!” Mr. Lindell stared at these weapons in shocked disbelief and apprehension. Although Mr. Lindell was most professional in making pills, he knew a thing or two about wea
Philip was surprised to hear that the other party was a level-seven alchemist. As far as he knew, this guy should be the best on the continent. Although Philip was surprised that Scarlet would sell the things she bought from Treasure House at the auction, he was more surprised that this event caught the attention of an alchemist. Scarlet was dumbfounded to hear that introduction. No one would dare to fake that identity, especially a level-seven alchemist with such a distinguished status. It was a crime punishable by law. The old man with a noble demeanor and the powerful bodyguards around him made it obvious that he was no ordinary person. Mr. Lindell displayed his alchemist token to prove his identity. “This token is enough to prove my identity.” The token was issued by the Alchemist Guild and could not be faked. Scarlet was stunned to see this token, surprised at her windfall. These weapons were her personal property, so she could choose to give them to Mr. Lindel
Mr. Lindell knew that the other party was willing to accept this loss purely because of his identity. He felt very pleased that this woman’s choice did not disappoint him. After going through the weapons, Mr. Lindell handed them over to the man in black. Now was not the time to be looking at them. The man in black shuddered as he held these weapons, amazed by the good quality. He felt the power of these weapons and simply wanted to fall on his knees. At this moment, he noticed something unusual. The weapon he held was engraved with the words ‘Treasure House.’ He subconsciously looked at other weapons and found the same. Obviously, it was the signature of the weaponsmith. “Mr. Lindell, look.” The man in black quickly informed Mr. Lindell of this discovery, thinking that it was strange. Mr. Lindell looked over in confusion and verified his discovery. “What place is this Treasure House?” he asked Scarlet in puzzlement. Mr. Lindell had just arrived and did not hav
Figo did not take it to heart. In his opinion, it was normal for such people to mock or yell at him. After all, Mr. Lindell was a noble from Imperial City and a legendary level-seven alchemist. He was better than Figo's brother who worked in Imperial City. It would be perfect if Figo could ride on Mr. Lindell's coattails. Figo just wanted to try his best to please Mr. Lindell. “Should I bring you there now? If we’re late, I’m afraid they’ll be closed for business. Their opening hours are up to their mood!" Figo was eager to leave. Mr. Lindell was surprised to hear that this so-called Treasure House actually existed. He became curious about Treasure House and wanted to see what was going on. “Did you buy these weapons from Treasure House?” the man in black asked Scarlet. Seeing that things could no longer be concealed, Scarlet nodded helplessly with no more trace of her earlier delight. Mr. Lindell did not dwell on this topic. Since she bought the weapons, she coul
“Indeed, this weapon is a product of Treasure House. If you want to buy something, you need to line up at the end of the queue. We don’t give preferential treatment no matter what identity or status you have,” Noelle said with a smile, her meaning clear. Mr. Lindell was surprised by her stubbornness. He signaled to the man in black, allowing him to reveal his identity. The man in black nodded and made Mr. Lindell's identity known. “Maybe you don't know my master’s identity. He’s a level-seven alchemist from Imperial City. He wants to buy your pills and weapons for research. It’s your honor to learn from him.” Philip was amused by Mr. Lindell's pretentiousness, but the latter had the right to act like this. As the top alchemist on this continent, he was always respected everywhere he went. Now that someone was giving him the cold shoulder, it was natural that he felt uncomfortable. After revealing Mr. Lindell's identity, the man in black thought the other party would be sc
Philip smiled and knew that the old man was angry. “You must be Mr. Lindell. Since you're here, I won't let you leave empty-handed. I don’t think you've seen the pills produced by Treasure House yet.” Philip took out a pill and crushed it in front of everyone. The powder quickly dissipated into the air, and the smell assaulted everyone’s senses. Feeling the effects of the pill, they went into an uproar. Philip had crushed a healing pill. All the hunters at the scene were plagued with old and new wounds that could hardly be cured at once. Healing pills were very expensive, and no one would use them unless necessary. The pill Philip crushed at random healed their internal injuries that had been present for many years. Their injuries were not serious but could not be left untreated either. They were excited about Philip’s help. The hunters were grateful and expressed their thanks to Philip. They were here for the pills too. The price of one pill at Bijou Parlor w
The imagined scenario of Philip and the others begging on their knees did not happen. Instead, Figo was left ignored at the door. Moreover, Mr. Lindell seemed very humble as he followed Philip as if he wanted to ask for guidance. Figo felt that he was having a mental breakdown. Meanwhile, Mr. Lindell followed Philip to the backyard. Philip made a pot of tea and sat waiting for him. Mr. Lindell looked at Philip in reverence. Philip deserved his respect if he really made the pill. “I can’t believe that you made that pill! You have such a profound mastery of pill-making at your young age!” Mr. Lindell had always been obsessed with pills. As long as Philip was the one who made that amazing pill, Mr. Lindell would not be ashamed to ask for guidance even though Philip was young. Philip chuckled at Mr. Lindell’s reaction. He did not think that Mr. Lindell was an arrogant person. He remained rational without falling out with Noelle after her provocation, which proved hi