Compared to Lizzie's excitement, Nfirea's tone was very calm but Brita noticed his expression showed hints of excitement.
She doesn't know why the two of them were so excited, but she felt she had been dragged into a major event. The potion she brought along made the strongest pharmacist so excited.
"Potions made by using only magic are created with alchemic fluids. These fluids are made using minerals as a base before they’re changed via alchemy, so it is natural for them to deteriorate with time! That's why we need to cast 「Preserve」."
At this moment, Lizzie paused and concludes. "That’s how it was before this moment."
Brita slightly understood Lizzie's words and stared at the red liquid in shock.
This bottle! This potion! This red potion! Not deteriorating even without preservation magic, this was the perfect potion! No one had done this before! According to legends, the real recovery potion was the blood of gods."
Lizzie shook the potion in her hand, the bright red liquid swirling inside.
"Of course, that’s just a legend. There is a inside joke among pharmacists that the blood of god was blue."
A moment later, Lizzie looked at the potion that was shaking in her excitedly trembling hand:
"This might be the real blood of god!"
The panting Lizzie, Nfirea who kept patting her back, the dumbstruck Brita. The silence of these three was finally broken by Lizzie:
"…You came to find out the effects of this potion, right? It’s equivalent to 2nd tier recovery magic. Ignoring the rarity and the intangible values, it’s price is 8 gold coins. By the way, if you add the intangible values, the potion’s price would be high enough to kill for."
Brita's whole body trembled.
Just the value and its effect was very high for the iron medal adventurer Brita. The problem was the intangible value that even made Lizzie look like she was watching with her sharp eyes for the opportunity to steal it.
But there were still doubts in her heart. Why did the man in the full body armor offer her this potion so easily? Who was the person under that armor?
As countless question arose in her heart, Lizzie asked:
"Do you want to sell it to us? I will give you a good price, how about 32 gold coins?"
Brita's eyes became even wider.
The offered price was an amazing amount for Brita. As long as one didn’t splurge, this amount of money would be able to feed 3 families for 3 years.
Brita hesitated, she knew this potion had incredible value, but was it the right choice to sell it right now for 32 gold coins? The chances of getting another potion like this were slim.
But will she live to return if she rejects?
Watching the hesitating Brita, Lizzie shook her head and proposed another plan-
Part 4
The next morning, Ainz, who was calling himself Momon now, opened the guild's door.
After entering the building, he saw the counter where three ladies received adventurers with smiles. There were warriors in full body armor, agile looking people with a bow and dressed in light armor, people in priestly attire accessorized with religious symbols… and Magic Casters with long robes and staffs.
There was a large door to the left and a notice board to the right. He didn’t see them yesterday, but there were several parchments pasted on it and groups of adventurers were talking in front of them.
Feeling annoyed by the scene and the parchments, Ainz approached the counter.
Many looked at the bronze medal on Ainz's neck and he could feel them gawking at his entire body, similar to the atmosphere at the tavern yesterday.
Ainz observed these adventurers from the corner of his eyes. The medal on their necks were made of silver and gold, there were no copper medals. Feeling a bit out of place, Ainz walked up to the counter.
A group of adventurer just departed, leaving one of the female receptionists free. After reaching her he asked:
"Sorry, but I am looking for a job."
"In that case please choose one of the parchments over there and bring it over."
Ainz nodded to express comprehension, all the while feeling as if his sweat glands were working again. He went to the front of the notice board with the parchments. Ainz browsed through them and nodded strongly.
Yup, I can't read.
One of this world’s rules was that verbal communication would be translated, but apparently this didn’t apply to written words.
The last time he visited the guild, he was helped by one of the women working as receptionists and he naively assumed it would be the same this time. He felt like sighing or rolling on the floor, but was able to pull himself together. Grateful for the changes after getting this body, Ainz racked his brains.
The literacy rate here wasn't high, but it would still be awkward if others found out he couldn't read, they might even look down on him.
Ainz had given all his word-deciphering tools to Sebas and didn't learn any such magic at all during his time in YGGDRASIL. He used scrolls in place of this seemingly useless magic.
Not making any preparations even though he couldn’t read the language of this world, that was stupid, but now it was too late for that and regretting it wouldn’t help.
Narberal couldn’t read either, so there was no other way.
Although his mind was filled with negative thoughts, as the supreme ruler of Nazarick he should avoid any shameful behavior.
After making up his mind, Ainz tore off one sheet of parchment and headed to the counter:
“I want to take this job.”
The receptionist looked puzzled by the parchment shoved before her and smiled awkwardly:
“I am sorry, this job can only be undertaken by mithril ranked adventurers…”
“I know, that’s why I took it.”
Hearing Ainz’s calm and determined manner of speech, the receptionist showed a look of surprise.
“Uh, that…”
“I wish to take this job.”
“Huh? But even if you request it, the rules and conditions…”
“The rules are stupid. I’m not willing to repeatedly do these mindless tasks before I am eligible for promotion.”
“But if the job ends in failure, many people will lose their lives.”
The receptionist’s firm voice was backed by the guild’s evaluation system and by extension the combined effort of many adventurers.
“Hmmph.”
After hearing Ainz contemptuous voice, the adventurers and receptionists turned noticeably unfriendly. This newbie was simply making fun of their adherence to the rules. Ainz thought that them showing such attitude was only natural.
Ainz’s body, being that of an undead, was incapable of feeling itchiness or pain, however the vestiges of Suzuki Satoru made Ainz want to profusely bow and apologize.
Suzuki Satoru hated people who “despite having no ideas of their own, still completely refused the suggestions of others”, “people without common sense”.
Now that Ainz behaved like the latter, he really wanted someone to beat him up.
But Ainz couldn't back off just yet. Despite thinking he should relent, he still had to achieve a more favorable outcome for himself, so Ainz resorted to his killer move.
“The person behind me is my companion. She's a magician of the 3rd tier.”