Wizard: I have an inventory

Ryan said calmly: "I still have some potions I want to sell. Where can I trade them?"

The deacon's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he was obviously not surprised by Ryan's question. The auction is not only a place to trade rare items, but also a place to provide trading channels.

He replied respectfully: "Dear third-class apprentice, the potions you want to sell can be purchased here now. There are special potion buyers in the auction, and they will provide you with the best bid. How many potions do you need to sell?"

Ryan nodded slightly and took out two large bottles from the suitcase. The bottle mouths were tightly sealed, and the clear liquid medicine inside was gently shaking in the bottle, emitting a faint green luster. Ryan gently placed the bottle on the table and said in a calm tone: "There are 50 light green potions and 100 tranquilizers."

The deacon's eyes quickly swept over the medicine bottles, and a ray of fiery light flashed unconsciously in his eyes.

These potions are undoubtedly rare and highly sought-after items in the auction market, especially the light green potion and the tranquilizer, which are often used for long-term meditation and direct mental strength improvement of wizard apprentices. For many wizard apprentices, the value of these potions cannot be underestimated.

"Please wait a moment, I will go to the president to discuss it." The deacon stepped back respectfully, whispered, and then quickly walked out of the room.

Ryan stood there, waiting quietly, his mood as calm as water. Although he knew the value of these potions, he was not in a hurry to get the initial offer.

He was ready for negotiations. After all, not all the participants in this auction were kind people, and some forces had unknown undercurrents behind them.

A few minutes later, the deacon walked in with a middle-aged man in a luxurious robe. The man had a professional smile on his face, and his demeanor was calm, but he faintly revealed a sense of pride that could not be concealed.

His eyes involuntarily stared at the potion in Ryan's hand, and after a slight pause, he showed an admiring look.

"This is the president of the auction. You can provide him with detailed information about the potions." The deacon introduced respectfully.

Ryan nodded slightly and glanced at the president calmly. "What are the effects of these potions?" he asked.

The president reached out and gently picked up a bottle of light green potion. He looked at it carefully and said softly: "Light green potion is an extremely precious potion, mainly used to enhance mental strength. These potions are of very good quality and are worth a lot of money.

And tranquilizing potions are just-needed auxiliary potions that can keep wizards awake during long meditations and reduce the side effects of spell casting."

The president's eyes became more and more eager, and he seemed to be very satisfied with the potion provided by Ryan. Then, he gently put down the bottle of medicine, waved to the deacon, and signaled him to start the valuation.

A few minutes later, the deacon walked back into the room, holding a delicate paper in his hand, and bowed his head and handed it to Ryan respectfully: "After the president's detailed evaluation, the market value of your potion has been determined, and the final bid is 15,000 magic stones."

Ryan's eyes slightly raised. Although he had some expectations in his heart, he was still slightly satisfied with the price. The price of 15,000 magic stones was obviously higher than he expected.

The higher the quality of the potion, the more flexible the price. In a special occasion like an auction, the bidding of many wizard groups will inevitably make the price rise.

But he needs cash now, and the extra thousands of magic stones from the auction are not so attractive.

He smiled slightly, without any expression on his face, and said calmly: "Deal."

The president nodded, and he didn't seem to be surprised by the deal. "We will settle it for you immediately." He said.

Ryan took a large bag of magic stones, and when he stood up, his eyes swept over the president and the deacon, and finally fixed on the window at the door, his face still maintained that kind of indifferent calmness.

He knew that this was just the first step. Next, there would be more complicated transactions waiting for him to complete, and these 15,000 magic stones were just the starting point for greater power.

When Ryan reached a deal with the president and took over the magic stones and vouchers, the atmosphere in the room seemed a little solemn.

The deacon stood aside, with a look of insidiousness and excitement that was difficult to conceal. A cold light flashed in his lowered eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

He finally couldn't help but ask: "President, why don't you keep this pharmacist Ryan and force him to sign a contract to make him the exclusive pharmacist of our Heiman family? After all, this kind of potion is a rare and precious resource for our family.

In a dozen or twenty years, the seven second-class apprentices in the family may have the opportunity to advance to third-class apprentices."

Moreover, 15,000 magic stones are not a small number. Pharmacists are all hens that lay golden eggs. Although there are two people in the family who can make potions, the success rate is very low. Without professional mentor training, it is even difficult to break even!

The president's eyes paused slightly when he heard the deacon's words, and a hint of profound meaning flashed in his eyes. He slowly put down the potion bottle in his hand and turned to look at the deacon.

His tone was calm and calm: "Not now, the pharmacist is not so easy to win over. His potion is not only rare but also of high quality, but we can't make a rash decision. If we intervene rashly, it may make him wary and even cause unnecessary trouble."

The deacon muttered in a low voice, and his dissatisfaction quietly emerged, but he did not strongly refute it again. After all, the president's words made him understand that in such occasions, the consequences of acting rashly are often unbearable.

The president was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly turned to the window, as if thinking about something. He sighed softly and continued: "After the auction, I will inform Patriarch White that we can arrange a meeting.

At that time, it will be the time to really decide whether Ryan will join our family."

There is a calm breath of power in his words. Obviously, he is not in a hurry to make a decision, but plans to gain greater initiative by arranging contacts at a more appropriate time.

The deacon stopped talking, he understood what the president meant. The status of pharmacists is extraordinary, and only carefully arranged contacts and appropriate contracts can ensure the smooth winning of an excellent pharmacist. Rash actions may make things complicated and dangerous.

The president paused, his eyes returned to the deacon, but his tone was full of smiles: "Besides, this pharmacist doesn't seem to be so easy to deal with. If we don't really understand his background and abilities, it would be too risky to easily tie him to our camp.

We need time to wait for the auction to end, just in time to learn more about him and make a final decision."

The deacon nodded, although he was a little impatient in his heart, he still lowered his head cautiously, indicating that he understood the president's intention. "I understand, president, you are right."

The president didn't say anything more, he waved his hand, signaling the deacon to leave.

The room was silent again, Ryan had completed the transaction, and the deacon's conspiracy failed to succeed, the atmosphere of the auction was still busy and full of business opportunities.