Could it be...

His expression went blank.

And in the very next moment, Lynn strolled out from the backyard with a few bottles of high-grade healing potions, smiling pleasantly.

"Uncle, two hundred Skeleton Coins a bottle. No surgery needed—take one and I guarantee you'll be full of vigor, hehe—"

Bang—

A bullet whizzed past Lynn's ear.

Lynn: "???"

The Demon Hunter lunged forward and grabbed Lynn by the collar, grinding his teeth as he snarled:

"You little brat, you were pretending to be so innocent just now! I really, truly never expected—you were the one supplying that bald guy with potions?!"

Lynn looked utterly bewildered and said, "What potions? I don't understand what you mean."

The Demon Hunter instantly flew into a rage. "Don't play dumb with me! I saw that bald guy take a bottle before he fought me, and the bottle was identical to the one on your counter!!"

Lynn ヾ(ﾟдﾟ)ﾉ .

Lynn cleared his throat. Seeing he'd been exposed, he gave up pretending and, curious, asked:

"The bald guy you mentioned... was he a Black Knight riding a warhorse?"

The Demon Hunter grabbed his collar even harder, eyes blazing: "What do you think?!"

Lynn closed his eyes, utterly composed, a faint smile on his face, and said:

"I see."

"A few hours ago, that customer did come into my shop and bought a batch of potions for a huge sum—very wealthy! He actually contributed a whole W of sales for my little shop! Hehe—"

He spoke earnestly and politely.

Completely acting like an uninvolved bystander.

The Demon Hunter ground his teeth, his gaze flickering. "What did you sell him?"

Seizing a sales opportunity, Lynn immediately put on a professional smile. "Our shop's newest product: a Critical Hit Potion that greatly boosts your combat ability! High quality and affordable—an essential for killing and plundering!"

"Trust me! You won't be able to buy this outside!"

Lynn adjusted his monocle and looked serious.

The Demon Hunter hissed, "You actually helped a creature of darkness go after your own kind?!"

Lynn decisively held up his hand and said earnestly, "Please don't jump to conclusions, Uncle. First, I didn't know about your relationship. Second, he came here seeking powerful potions and spent lavishly—I had no reason to turn him away."

"Third."

Lynn closed his eyes and held up three fingers.

"My shop serves all friendly customers. If he can buy this potion to go after you, then likewise, you can buy this potion from me to go after him!"

Lynn stared at the Demon Hunter with sincere, moving eyes.

"For the sake of kinship, I'll even give you a twenty percent discount!"

"......"

"......"

A brief silence.

The Demon Hunter narrowed his eyes. "How many coins?"

Lynn earnestly held up two fingers. "Base price is 2,000 Skeleton Coins per bottle. But since you're an old customer of my kin, I'll give you twenty percent off: 1,600 coins per bottle. I'm practically selling at a loss!"

The Demon Hunter's gaze flickered. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated:

"Or I could kill you right now and take your little shop... that's not impossible..."

Lynn closed his eyes and shook his head. "Uncle, we're family of the same clan! At home you rely on your parents, outside you rely on your clan—our bond is stronger than parents; it's in our blood!"

"And besides, I even gave you twenty percent off..." Lynn said, almost mournfully.

Goosebumps broke out all over the Demon Hunter.

He realized that in just one day this kid's talent for being repulsive had improved dramatically.

"Enough talk!" the Demon Hunter ground his teeth and rubbed his temples. "Bring me as many bottles as that bald guy bought! I have the money!"

"All right!" Lynn's face lit up instantly.

...

A dozen minutes later.

[Ding! You completed the task: treat the Demon Hunter's wounds. Reward received: Skeleton Coins +200, Base EXP +300, Demon Hunter favorability +20]

"It's finished!"

With the system notification, Lynn smiled and placed the freshly made ten bottles of Critical Hit Potion on the counter.

"Ten bottles of potion total 16,000 coins, or 16 Black Skull Coins, plus six ordinary healing potions for 300 coins and two special healing potions for 600 coins—for a total equivalent of 16,900 coins."

"I'll round it up for you: 17,000 coins. Thank you for your patronage!"

Lynn bowed ninety degrees.

The Demon Hunter gritted his teeth and rustled coins out of his pouch.

He couldn't say why, but he had a constant feeling this fellow was scheming to swindle him.

After paying, he hesitantly looked at the potion in his hand and asked:

"If I drink this, will I really go bald?"

To be honest, he was reluctant.

That head of glossy black hair had been carefully maintained for many years.

Lynn said seriously, "Baldness is a small price; strength lasts a lifetime. And it's just hair—if you lose it, come to me and I'll have it replanted for you!"

Lynn suddenly thought of a profitable business chain.

Critical Hit Potion + hair transplants = steady small income.

The Demon Hunter hesitated. But thinking about how close he'd come to dying at the hands of that Black Knight, who was far stronger than him, he felt conflicted. If going bald made him stronger, then maybe it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

With that thought, he popped the cork.

He downed the potion in one gulp.

Hum—

Immediately, red light danced across his whole body.

His face registered astonishment, and he felt an indescribable power surging through him.

"This... this is..." he gasped, breathing rapidly.

With a thunderous boom, his clothes split open, revealing rippling muscle fiber underneath.

He clearly felt the enormous amplification within his body!

It was almost unimaginable!

At that moment he finally realized just how extraordinary the potion was—losing hair was a small price to pay!

A gust of wind whooshed past.

Under Lynn's wide-eyed stare, the Demon Hunter's shiny black hair was swept away by the wind.

Ding—

A gleam flashed from his newly polished forehead.

Lynn: "Pfft—"

But he stifled his laugh, not letting it out.

He knew if he laughed aloud he'd be dead.

Still, it was hard to hold in.

Because this head was noticeably rounder and shinier than the last one! Follow current novels on NovєlFіre.net

The Demon Hunter turned to the mirror and stared at his newly gleaming bald head, murmuring:

"I'm bald... and stronger?"

Ding—

A flash of light twinkled on his forehead.

"......"

Seeing the Demon Hunter's dazed expression, Lynn patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Uncle, this is actually a good thing. Think about it—in the future when you go out, you'll have your own light source. That saves you a fortune on lighting costs, right?"

He made a lot of sense.

For some reason, though, the urge to kill this human kid welled up strongly.

...