Chapter 25

The time moved a day forward, and the location was in the city of prest, about 60 miles away from crescent college.

Warren pharmacy store is an ordinary alchemy supplies store in Prester. The owner Warren has no talent of mage, so he can only open such a store after he has money to satisfy his wish when he was a child.

"Antoine, that guy has made something strange. Forget it, it's not worth a lot of money anyway."

Warren looked at the black drinks neatly arranged in the box and said to himself that he was an old customer of Antoine's Alchemy workshop. In recent years, even though there were many new alchemy workshops, he still took care of Antoine's business. The reason is that he received many favors from each other when he started his business.

This time, Antoine asked himself to sell this drink, which is called coke. Warren agreed without much thought. He offered 20 bottles of goods. Anyway, the import price only needs two copper coins for a bottle. Even if it's all in his hand, it's only a loss of 40 copper coins.

It's a little stuffy these two days. Even the store is full of stagnant air. Warren wipes his sweat and puts coke in the freezer.

Driven by magic, the freezer can keep a low temperature. Because the storage of many potions needs a specific temperature, Warren bought one and put it in the corner of the shop. Through the glass window, you can see all kinds of potions in it. It's very fashionable.

Open the newsboy's "daily price" in the morning, and Warren officially starts the day's business.

Before long, the wind chime at the door rang. Warren put down the newspaper and saw today's first customer come in.

That's the Baron Goodall across the street. He's anorexic. He can only eat some liquid food every day. He's getting thinner and thinner.

"Lord Goodall, why are you here in person?"

Good's illness Warren is aware of, he also had someone come here to look for some drugs to treat anorexia, but basically no effect.

"I'm walking outside, and when I see you open here, I'll drop in."

Baron Goodall was wearing a double breasted dress, which was very loose now. It's hard to imagine that a year ago, he was still a tall and strong aristocrat, famous as a gourmet.

According to the doctor's conclusion, his illness is due to Goodall's long-term contact with all kinds of food, which has a resistance to food. It is a psychological disease. If you want to cure it, you can find food with special taste.

Baron Goodall knows that there are some delicacies from foreign countries, but he is just a baron and can't afford that kind of expense, let alone that some ingredients can only be exchanged with the academic points of the mages.

"You have to take care of yourself."

Although Warren is not familiar with Baron Goodall, he is still a neighbor in the same block. Looking at his skinny face, he can't help but remind him.

"If you really die of this disease, you will be relieved."

Baron Goodall laughed, but he didn't care too much. More than a year's suffering made him look down on everything and reflect on his luxurious life in the past.

At this time, the wind chime rings again, and a woman walks in, causing their attention.

"Ariana, you seem to be very busy these days?"

Warren shakes his newspaper. "Daily price" is a newspaper with a long history, but recently it has been squeezed by several new newspapers, such as "price daily" and "price life". Those new newspapers use the headlines to attract readers, even distort the facts, and like to publish some news with obvious indescribable content Rong's sidelights.

For the public, this kind of stunt is very successful. The market share of "daily price" is declining. Up to now, only Warren, a regular customer, is still sticking to it.

"Those sensationalist guys don't have any professional ethics at all!"

Very angry, Oriana thumped the counter and said.

"Warren, give me two bottles of tranquilizer, just as usual."

"All right."

Warren turned to look on the shelf, and said with emotion.

"Ariana, it's not easy for you these years. Russell died early. You raise your daughter by yourself. Don't get tired."

Pick up two small bottles of light blue potion, and Warren hands them over to Ariana's audience.

"Although the tranquilizer is effective, long-term use will still produce dependence. You should use it carefully."

"Thanks, Warren. I'll pay attention to it, but there are too many things recently. I can't sleep at night without it."

Ariana, a little haggard, picked up the potion and was about to leave when Baron Goodall knocked on the door of the store's freezer with his crutch.

"Warren, what's this black potion?"

He pointed to the coke that had just been put in. This kind of red and black packaging, together with the black liquid, is very eye-catching in a school of medicine.

"It's not a potion. It's a drink called coke. It's a new product from the alchemy workshop that I usually buy."Warren explained that, on a whim, he came over and opened the freezer and took out a bottle of coke.

"It's so stuffy today. Let's try it. It's iced anyway. I guess it's not so bad. It's my treat."

Originally, he bought coke just because of human feelings and didn't intend to sell it for money.

"Coke?"

Repeat this strange sounding name. Ariana looks at the black liquid in the bottle, which sometimes comes out with one or two bubbles. She doesn't dare to try.

Just when they hesitated, Warren had already opened the bottle of coke. The metal cap was very firm and the opening method was very simple. From this point of view, Warren thought the design was good.

He sniffed, no special taste, and then found three clean cups, poured coke, and pushed them in front of them.

Baron Goodall picked up the glass. This special drink made him curious. Anyway, he had no hope. It was no big problem to try new things.

Ariana had been muggy and cold in her hand, and she didn't refuse.

"Then let's celebrate the daily price."

Warren joked that the three people clinked their glasses and then drank the liquid from their own glasses.

Almost at the same time, the three people's eyes suddenly widened, and the picture was frozen in this instant.

When he put down the cup, Warren was silent. He didn't know how to describe his mood, so he looked at Oriana, hoping that the excellent editor in chief could say something. But he soon saw that Oriana was staring at the empty cup and said nothing.

The silence was finally broken by Baron Goodall. He raised his skinny hand, picked up the metal bottle cap on the table, and read out the words in the bottle cap word by word, punning.

"Another bottle."

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