Magus Tech

After half a ring.

Richard appeared with a wooden box in a box in the tavern. There was a person waiting in the box, and he also carried the box-Alex.

"Is everything I want collected?" Richard asked, looking at Alex.

The Alex, who is shaped like a dwarf winter melon, puts a wooden box on the table in the box and shows the contents inside one by one.

"This is the lens tube that you want, specially processed by someone. This is a polished crystal, what kind of stand is this, this is a knob." While holding it, Alex said, "There are these, it is you Let me collect the materials, there are a lot of additional things under the box."

"In short, everything on the list is here. In order to collect everything, but it took a lot of effort, and the whole person was thin." Alex complained.

"Isn't it?" Richard looked at Alex. "Why didn't I see it?"

"How is it possible!" Alex shouted in excitement, fingering, "Look here! It used to be three chins, now there are only two. And here! There are six pleats on the neck before, now only five. This is... Is this not obvious enough?!"

Richard: "..." is indeed obvious enough, forgive me...

"Okay, let's see what I brought you." Richard sighed and did not want to continue to discuss the appearance with Alex. He put the wooden box on the table, opened it, and took out the diluted potion. Show it to Alex.

"What's this?" Alex took a bottle of careful research, pulled out the stopper with a "bang", sniffed with his nose, frowned and guessed, "Mana rejuvenation potion? Wound recovery potion?"

"You know it with a sip," Richard said.

"Isn't there any problem?" Alex tried to be alert immediately after hearing this. "Are you a poison?" I took a sip and died here, then all the money on me became yours?!"

Richard was too lazy to explain, grabbed the potion bottle in the hand of Alex, took a sip, showed it to Alex, and then returned it.

"Is this all right?"

"Uh, okay." Alex nodded, letting go of his mind, first sipped his throat, felt something, and then slammed it.

"Well--"

Not long after, Alex’s face turned crimson. The whole person “brushed” from the seat and waved his hands. With a speed that was twice as fast as usual, he said: “I feel it, I feel it , This is wine! Well, so strong liquor! I feel my body is warming up!"

After speaking, Alex shook it aside and accidentally pushed a heavy walnut cabinet in the room straight.

Ok?

Alex was shocked for a while, and then shouted, "Wow! It's amazing! This wine is really amazing. I just took a sip and got drunk so much that I raised my strength a lot, good wine!"

Richard: "..."

I began to think in my heart, maybe I should change to a normal intermediary businessman and cooperate better.

...

moment.

"Hoohoo!"

Alex was paralyzed on the ground, with less air intake and more air, a dying look, chapped lips opening and closing, a difficult way, "Water...Water...Water..."

Richard took the water and poured it into the mouth of Alex.

"Goodong..." Alex sipped in a mouthful, slowly coming to his feet for a long time, and then was pulled up by Richard and thrown back into his seat.

"I... what's wrong with me? Aren't I drunk? Why... so tired?" Alex murmured. "My arm hurts, my waist hurts..."

"Have you forgotten what you just did?" Richard said. "You turned all the furniture in the room upside down several times. It's strange not to be tired."

"Huh? What happened just now is true?" Alex finally responded, looking at the little potion left on the table, his eyes flashing, "This is not wine! What is this?"

"It's called the'Spartan Warrior Potion'," Richard said. "Drinking it can become as powerful as the Spartan Warrior in a short time-strength, speed, endurance, and reaction power are greatly increased. Improvement."

"Such awesome?!" Alex shrugged his face, his eyes shining brightly.

"I decided to entrust you to sell, selling 2 inferior crystal coins in a bottle-um, crystal coins are necessary, gold coins are not acceptable," Richard said.

"Such an effect, selling 2 inferior crystal coins, the problem is not that big..." Alex nodded, agreeing, and then frowned, "but..."

"I will give you a 5% commission for every bottle sold," Richard said.

"Well, then what's'but'." Alex said quickly, "I promise, there will be no problems, I can sell as much as you have."

"This is the best." Richard said, "I bring 100 bottles this time. If the sales are good, there are another 100 bottles."

Alex shook his hands and his eyes shone like gold coins: "Good..."

"But..." Alex looked at Richard. "But... I have a question. How is this potion produced? You made it yourself, and..."

Richard interrupted Alex and said aloud: "Remember what I said before, is the premise of our cooperation?"

"Ah, no inquiry is allowed," Alex said. "Ah, well, I won't ask. But I have a curiosity. I still want to know the answer. It's not about the source of the potion, but the name of the potion."

"Say."

"Why is this potion called "Spartan Warrior Potion"? Who is the Spartan Warrior? The God of War in a small country? Why has it never been heard."

"It's just a legend." Richard said, glancing at Alex's confused expression and briefly telling the story of "Spartan Three Hundred Warriors".

quite a while.

"So the 300 warriors of Sparta resisted the hundreds of thousands of troops called the evil king of Xerxes?" Alex watched Richard with his eyes wide open. "Is it so powerful? Good legendary story, but still Never heard someone talk about it."

"That may be, the legendary place is too far away from here," Richard said.If the distance is calculated from the modern earth to the current world, it is indeed very far away...

"Then I will have no problem, see you next time."

"Okay, see you next time." Richard said, standing up, carrying the Alexis suitcase, and walked out.

Alex also stood up, just preparing to carry the box, but fell to the ground with a "pop".

Richard heard his voice and didn’t even look back. He already knew the reason and said: "Your body is too bad. After taking the medicament just now, I was too excited, and I was too active. Take a break and leave."

"But you can't be kind enough to pull me up?"

"Actually, to be reasonable, you are lying on the ground, recovering faster than sitting in a chair."

"I……"

"Also, during this time, you can think about it, and then you will explain to the pub owner how you moved the furniture."

"I……"

With a "squeak", in the wide eyes of Alex, Richard pushed the door and went out.