Chapter 63: Shopping Spree!
“Welcome! What kind of ingredients are you looking for?”
The potion shop clerk sat behind the counter, his greeting lackluster, as Rebecca and her companions entered.
His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw Rebecca. She was undeniably attractive, her features delicate, her eyes sparkling like stars, her ample bosom a sight to behold.
But his enthusiasm waned when he noticed the handsome young man holding her hand.
So she has a boyfriend.
“What kind of ingredients do you sell here?” Rebecca asked, leaning against the counter.
“We have a wide variety of ingredients. Most of what you need, we have it. Just tell me what you’re looking for, and I’ll find it for you,” the clerk replied.
“No, no, I want you to show me your inventory list,” Rebecca said, waving her finger back and forth. “And cheer up, young man. You’ll be busy soon.”
“Huh?” The clerk stared at her, confused.
“Hurry up! We’ll pay you generously!” Leona exclaimed, joining Rebecca at the counter, standing on her tiptoes to peek over it.
Flora discreetly cast a revitalizing Divine Art on the seemingly lethargic clerk. A surge of energy coursed through him, as if a block of ice had melted in his mind.
“Ah… Alright, I’ll get it for you right away,” the clerk said, scrambling to his feet and rummaging through a cabinet behind the counter. He retrieved a bound notebook.
The notebook contained a list of ingredient names, written in a messy script, but Rebecca seemed to have no trouble deciphering it. She scanned the list, then nodded. “I’ll take everything.”
The clerk froze. “Everything? You want everything?”
“Yes, everything,” Rebecca said, looking at him. “Please pack them up for us. If you have other staff, call them to help.”
“Are you joking?” the clerk asked, incredulous. “Do you even know how much all the ingredients in this shop cost?”
“I have eighty thousand imperial coins. Is that enough?” Rebecca asked, smiling calmly. “Leona, show him our money.”
Leona, ever obedient, flashed a handful of imperial coins. “See? We told you, money is no object! After this sale, you can close your shop for months!”
Flora stepped forward, nodding subtly at Rebecca, then said, “If you have any ingredients that are in high demand among the local residents, we can leave some behind.”
“Any other questions?” Rebecca asked, her gaze fixed on the clerk.
“No problem! No problem at all!” the clerk exclaimed, finally snapping out of his daze. He had assumed they were just students from the Mendeleev Academy of Alchemy, expecting a small purchase. But this beautiful, busty woman had just requested his entire inventory!
And she had the money to back it up! This wasn’t a high-end potion shop. They sold basic ingredients, and their entire stock was probably worth only ten or twenty thousand imperial coins.
Who was this wealthy young woman? Where did she get so much money?
“Wait here!” he shouted, rushing out of the shop. He needed to inform his boss, who would bring his entire family to help count the ingredients.
Under Rebecca’s guidance, Abyss and the girls visited several potion shops and alchemical equipment stores in the city. The former economic queen of Lavoisier City was a shrewd shopper, spending wisely, but never hesitating to pay for quality.
They cleaned out three potion shops and emptied the shelves of an alchemical equipment store, their money almost spent.
This sudden surge in purchases was the “unusual event” Rebecca had warned Titus about. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he would have been alarmed, suspecting someone was targeting his gang.
They transported their purchases to a safe location, then Abyss fed everything to his magical catfish.
Rebecca had planned this shopping spree. They would be leaving Lavoisier City soon, the world’s center for alchemy, and she wanted to ensure they had ample supplies for their journey. Bulk purchases also came with discounts. It was a win-win situation.
“Oh, right, Rebecca, if you like my magical catfish, I can create a familiar for you,” Abyss said, stuffing a large distillation apparatus into the catfish’s mouth, as he turned to Rebecca. “Usually, familiars are bound to their mages. Each mage can only have one. But because of your unique circumstances, I can create a familiar that’s bound to you, not to me.”
“Really?” Rebecca asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “Do Leona and Flora have familiars?”
“Yes, I have a horse, and she has a fluffy rabbit,” Leona said. “We can summon them whenever we need them.”
“Great! I need to think about what kind of familiar I want!” Rebecca said, her voice filled with excitement. Although she knew some magic, her skills weren’t advanced enough to create a familiar. She was thrilled that Abyss, a highly skilled mage, was willing to create one for her.
“Anything else you need after we’re done shopping? We can buy it together,” Abyss asked, looking at Rebecca, who was pondering her familiar options.
“Of course. We have one last thing to do,” Rebecca said, tugging at Abyss’s cloth armor. “How long have you been wearing those clothes? They’re covered in patches. You’re not poor. Why are you always wearing the same outfit? Let’s buy you some new clothes. We can change our clothes during our travels.”
Flora, noticing the numerous patches on Abyss’s clothes, sewn by him using bone needles and magic, felt a pang of guilt. She had wanted to help, but as a Saint, she wasn’t skilled in needlework.
“Oh, alright,” Abyss said, nodding nonchalantly. “I haven’t changed my clothes because I forgot…”
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