Emerald Heart Bar.
Elan poured himself a rare glass of fruit wine, took a sip, and set it down.
Furan came to sit across from him and tapped on the table. Elan snapped out of his daze and hurriedly greeted her.
"Hey... friend... er... I hope you're here to deliver the potions; I have an order that needs to be delivered soon."
Elan stammered through a few words before remembering what he actually wanted to say.
Furan found Elan's behavior today a bit strange but didn't ask, simply placing the large crate she had brought onto the table.
Furan opened the crate from the opposite side, revealing the emerald-green healing potions inside.
Elan absentmindedly touched a bottle, picked it up for a brief look, and then put it back.
"They're all good quality... no... mistakes in the production process."
Furan ignored his state and said directly:
"Then give me the money. I still have to pay my... 'friend'."
Elan finally snapped to his senses and said with a bitter smile:
"Uh... friend... you didn't even ask about my state just now. Don't you care about your friend at all?"
"Fine then... what's the matter?"
Elan was about to speak when he realized this matter couldn't be told to Furan. He thought for a moment.
"This matter... is my... well, actually, I can't tell you about this. Sorry."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Sorry..."
Elan wanted to frame the issue as something else to talk to Furan about. He had been feeling suppressed lately and wanted to confide in someone, but his depressed mood left his mind blank.
However, after the interruption, he felt much better and began to continue discussing business with Furan.
"There's something I hadn't confirmed properly. The merchant in charge of transport only told me a few days ago."
"The Lord over there doesn't actually need full-strength healing potions."
"The volume of a full healing potion is too small; it's a drop in the bucket for so many wounded on the battlefield."
"So what he wants are diluted healing potions. Although the efficacy is reduced, the increased quantity allows them to cover more combat personnel."
"So from now on, you only need to bring large bottles of healing potion, no need for small ones."
Back at the academy, when apprentices bought potions, it was always a retail system where the potion was sold along with the bottle.
Furan had followed that retail method, buying potion bottles and making many small-vial potions.
The battlefield was clearly different. Potion bottles were somewhat expensive there; the merchant had to add water and then repackage them into small portions using wooden bottles.
So he was telling Furan not to use small bottles anymore and just make large ones to save money on the containers.
For both the merchant and Furan, everyone could save some money on bottles, which was good for everyone.
"Fine, I'll keep that in mind next time. Is that all?"
"That's it. Here is all the money..."
Furan took the money and, without a hint of lingering, turned and left.
As she walked out of the Emerald Heart Bar, she patted her bulging pocket and gave a silly grin.
Although she wasn't actually short on money now, who would complain about having more?
Then, within her perception, a sword slashed toward her from the right.
Not good! Why an ambush at this time again!
Last time, Mars had also attacked her just as she had gotten some money, ruining her good mood.
She activated her Breathing Technique and dodged the attack with a jumping flash.
But the opponent's attack wasn't over. From her left, a wave of liquid was shot out. She barely managed to turn in mid-air, and a splash of liquid hit her left arm.
The liquid seemed corrosive; her left sleeve turned to ash with a sizzle, revealing the scale-like stone armor underneath that blocked it. Furan gave her left hand a flick, shaking off all the liquid.
She was now keeping Hardened Scales active at all times to guard against sudden attacks.
But there were pros and cons. Because of this Spell, she hadn't been able to dodge the attack just now, but also because of it, she hadn't taken any damage. The only loss was likely that this outfit could never be worn again.
She turned to look and saw a person standing where the liquid had been shot from, holding a torn scroll.
Furan could see that his eyes lacked any spark of life, like a robot, without any emotional shifts of nervousness or excitement.
"Another Modified Human!"
Furan realized this was a Modified Human, devoid of emotion and only following orders.
Am I stuck dealing with Modified Humans? Last time Mars brought two Modified Humans to camp me, and this time it's Modified Humans attacking me again.
Furan performed Elven Swordsmanship in mid-air, defying the laws of inertia to force herself toward the first Modified Human who had attacked her with a sword.
She unleashed a Sky Strike. The opponent could only raise his sword over his head, trying to block the blow.
But Furan's attack was unstoppable. Her sword cleaved through the opponent's blade, and half the tip entered his skull. Furan then pulled it back, the longsword stained with a mixture of white and red.
Then Furan drew the short sword from her waist with her left hand, aimed, and threw it with force. The short sword flew like a cannonball toward the enemy holding the scroll.
A streak of purple light appeared behind it, and the hilt embedded itself deep into the chest, killing the Modified Human on the spot.
Furan landed from the air, not letting down her guard, still wary of potential incoming attacks.
An attack did indeed come, but it was different from what she had imagined.
There were three Modified Humans crawling over on the ground—yes, crawling.
Their bodies were piled on top of each other, preventing any of them from standing up, but under the requirements of their orders, the three could only crawl forward.
Furan could only release a Wind Blade, which whistled through the three Modified Humans. After struggling for a moment, the three went still.
"This is the low intelligence of Modified Humans for you!" Furan finally understood why those Lords didn't buy Modified Humans to take back.
They were strong, followed orders blindly, and did exactly what they were told—so why didn't the Lords buy them?
The problem lay in the difficulty of coordinating with others. Normal people know not to hinder their teammates, but Modified Humans aren't that smart, and individually they aren't very threatening.
"Who attacked me?"
Unlike Mars's attack last time, she hadn't seen who had actually given the order for these Modified Humans to attack her.
"Hey, friend, do you need my help?"
Elan's voice came from behind. He was walking out of the bar; the battle just now had caused everyone nearby to hide.
"Not this time..."
This time, it was clearly she, the apprentice, who had been attacked. The Law Enforcement Team wouldn't take any measures against her regardless; at most, they would investigate who had purchased these Modified Humans.
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