After wandering the streets for some time, Damon sat down at one of the local taverns to hear the gossip from the players. Perhaps something he hears could jog his memory.
He tried to drink some beer but it tasted like piss. He ordered some coffee instead and slowly sipped it, thinking about various things and eavesdropping.
Soon, almost an entire hour went by, and he had nothing to show. Just as he was preparing to leave, a new message from his friend list popped up. "Huh? From that little alchemist Arya?" Damon raised a brow.
The timid girl had sent him a message asking him for some help. She needed help with the dungeon Venomous Fangs. It was only a level 30 dungeon but the difficulty of the dungeon was insane.
Even in his last life, this particular dungeon was uncrackable for the first few weeks until poison resistance potions went for sale in the auction house.
"No wonder she is asking for my help." Damon chuckled. "Well, I guess I can help her out. Probably will not take a lot of time and will get the first clear bonus and a couple of titles. Might come in handy down the line. But that would have to wait."
He replied to her, saying he would help her in a day. He closed the message and prepared to leave the city when he suddenly remembered something.
Kilaris city actually had an alchemist who was very popular. He did not know if that alchemist was connected to Phantom Heroes or not, but maybe it was worth checking out before leaving. "Thanks, little alchemist. You might have helped me out here."
Damon took another lap around the city, especially the alchemy district, talking with a bunch of NPCs. He finally ran into a quest that he instantly knew was going to pay in dividends.
The quest didn’t start with a golden glow or a flashy title screen. It began quietly, with a coughing old man hunched over a stall selling failed concoctions in mismatched flasks.
Damon almost walked past him.
The man’s table was tucked in the shadow of a larger apothecary, one that bustled with business and bright signage, but something about the strange symbol etched into the side of the wooden stall caught Damon’s eye.
It was a broken cauldron surrounded by three snakes eating each other’s tails, the Ouroboros Triad. It was very similar to the one that famous alchemist had used. Right, his name was also Ouroboros.
"Good evening," Damon said casually as he approached.
"Doesn’t work?" Damon raised a brow. The table in front of him looked like junk, just a pile of bubbling vials and cracked flasks with faint labels like "Vitality Draught – Failed Batch 37" or "Stamina Surge – Do Not Inhale."
While the low-level red health potion only healed 200 points of health at a time, the purple potions healed for about 2000 to 4000 health points at a time, depending on the quality of the potion.
And something told Damon that this guy was pretty good at making potions if he could concoct this type of high-grade potion even in his current mental condition. There was definitely a hidden quest here. He could smell it!
"Great Master, thank you so much for helping me in my need. Your potions might be less effective, but they are more than enough when used in the right way. I will never forget your kindness."
The old man laughed. "You don’t have to butter me up. These potions just cost a copper coin each. Do you want me to further reduce the price for you?" The kindness in his eyes was unmistakeably genuine.
’What a nice person...’ Damon thought inwardly, extremely impressed by the man. Real world or virtual world, it was rare to see this sort of kindness. The next second, with a straight face, he shamelessly asked.
"Great Master, can I buy all the potions you currently have in stock? Others are treating you too poorly, great master. I can pay 2 copper coins each," Damon said with the most solemn, righteous expression anyone had ever seen.
"Damon... you..." Blood Reign was too shocked this time to even get out words.
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