Chapter 254: Chapter 235: Profits Many Times Over Chapter 254: Chapter 235: Profits Many Times Over “Youth Magic Potion?”

Amberser’s face remained calm, yet his heart was tumultuous. What earth-shattering change was this? He had only been gone for a few days, and Isabelle had already concocted the Youth Magic Potion?

Could it be that his presence had been suppressing her talent, and as soon as he left, the lass advanced to becoming a Legendary Alchemist?

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have become a Lich at all, he would have simply captured the girl… Oh, that’s not right. It wasn’t because he couldn’t make the Youth Magic Potion, but because the ingredients were too expensive that he chose to reincarnate.

Could it mean that the Elf Tribe had reopened the magic ingredient export, causing the price of the Youth Magic Potion to drop?

But what did this have to do with Isabelle? Setting aside whether she could concoct such a potion, even if the ingredients became available, it wasn’t her turn to manufacture them on a large scale, was it?

Could it be that it was the God of Alchemy causing mischief again?

Just as Amberser was about to ask further questions, the maid Cardina, whom he had just seen, reappeared and said to everyone, “Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Isabelle will receive you in the living room, please follow me.”

Young Master Mark, too, couldn’t bother to continue talking with Amberser and hurriedly followed; the others were the same, fearing they would fall behind. They all wanted to make the deepest impression on Miss Isabelle.

Though curious, Amberser was not in a rush, so he casually mixed in with the crowd to see what mysterious methods Miss Isabelle had that enabled her to create the Youth Magic Potion.

Although the castle had been refurbished, the general layout remained the same; this reception hall had originally been a laboratory, now transformed with a large table set in the center, decked with bottles and jars, and a bunch of empty chairs in front of it.

This looked more like a laboratory for teaching than a reception room.

Nevertheless, Young Master Mark and the others obediently found seats to sit down, even squabbling over who would get the front row seats. Hadn’t Cardina intervened with a few words to calm them, they might have fought on the spot.

Amberser found a seat towards the back and sat down quietly, coincidentally right next to Young Master Mark.

The young man’s collar was slightly crooked, for he had failed to secure a better position in the scuffle earlier. When he turned around to find a seat, he found the first three rows were already occupied, so he had to sit in the back, just like Amberser.

Amberser casually remarked, “Young Master Mark, we seem to have fate on our side.”

“Hmph, I don’t want any kind of fate with the Desert People,” he retorted.

Endel Mark seemed to take out his anger for not getting a good seat on Amberser, showing not the slightest bit of friendliness.

Amberser could only sigh; some young people from certain families really didn’t understand how to do business. What kind of business involved offending people like this? The world is round; you never know when you might need to collaborate with someone you had once offended.

Amberser was entirely different; no matter who he did business with, even if he had to make tough cuts, he always kept a smile on his face. Deals could be ruthless, but his words were never absolutely harsh.

However, since Young Master Mark did not want to chat, Amberser kept silent and began to carefully examine the bottles and jars on the table.

He could recognize ninety percent of the materials, but the orange-yellow solution on the far right, he was not quite certain about.

It looked like Slime’s mucus, but the color was a bit odd. Was it a problem with the purification process, or were the impurities not filtered out properly? Why were there many white specks on top?

Before Amberser could figure it out, Isabelle appeared before everyone.

Having not seen her for a long time, Isabelle’s appearance had not changed much. She still wore simple clothing, but her demeanor was now completely different. The once timid and introverted girl now greeted everyone with poise and grace.

“Thank you all for your visit. I believe you are all here for my potion, so I won’t waste time. I will first demonstrate the process of concocting the potion and its effects. Then, you may all start the bidding,” she said in a formal manner, then focused intently on her alchemical materials.

Extraction, heating, stirring, mixing… a series of actions that made Amberser appreciate the girl’s significant progress. Many of the subtleties of her technique, he had not taught her, but Isabelle had figured them out by herself.

“Could it be, it’s really a blessing from the God of Alchemy? What exactly is that old fellow up to?”

Amberser really wanted to take out that Legendary Coin and have a proper chat with his teacher. Why wasn’t he blessed by the Deity with something so wonderful and instead it was given to Isabel? What did that mean?

After about twenty minutes of work, Isabel held up a potion that looked very beautiful.

It was as if the entire galaxy had been condensed inside it, with silver specks dotting the soft blue background. If put in a prettier bottle, it could completely pass as an expensive decoration.

Amberser realized this wasn’t a Youth Magic Potion. To be exact, it had nothing to do with a Youth Magic Potion at all.

Still, Isabel handed that potion to her maid, Cardina. The elderly woman drank the Starlight Magic Potion without hesitation and judging by her expression, the potion must not have tasted bad.

Just over ten seconds after Cardina drank it, the old woman, whose hair was white and face wrinkled, transformed into a vibrant girl in her twenties.

The Soul Fire in Amberser’s eyes almost burnt through his sockets. Could this thing really restore youth?

This was not the effect of Shapeshifting Magic but a genuine transformation of the body,

At that point, Isabel explained, “One potion can make you younger by ten to thirty years, depending on how the user absorbs it. However, it only lasts for three to five days and cannot be taken again within a month of use, or else dizziness and vomiting may occur as side effects.

“We haven’t found any further side effects as of now, but as this is a new Magic Potion, we can’t rule out the possibility of new ones emerging in the future. In other words, we assume no responsibility for any other effects of the potion. Our starting price for sale is thirty Gold Coins per bottle, the same amount as you just saw. Now you may begin bidding.”

Despite Isabel’s somewhat irresponsible speech, similar to those unscrupulous traders selling products without any certifications, the young crowd below started to bid furiously right after she finished speaking.

Starting from thirty Gold Coins a bottle, the price quickly soared to five hundred and kept climbing.

Amberser calculated that, excluding the bottle of slime whose cost he did not know, the cost of the other materials was likely around twenty Gold Coins. This meant that the slime alone cost ten Gold Coins, which was indeed not cheap, but if it was produced in bulk, the cost could be reduced further.

In other words, for less than thirty Gold Coins of cost, they could sell each bottle for five hundred Gold Coins. The profit margin was so high that it made Amberser green with envy.

Amberser once looked down on Harvey for gambling to make money, since after busying himself for half a month, he might only earn tens of thousands, and then have to deal with one trouble after another. Now, seeing Isabel’s new product, Amberser suddenly felt as if he was the one being looked down on.

However, Amberser quickly got over it. Whatever belonged to Isabel was his, after all.

Seeing the bidding so animated, Amberser also shouted out a high bid: “Eight hundred Gold Coins.”

The last bid had been six hundred and fifty Gold Coins, and Amberser directly offered eight hundred, a figure which took many people by surprise.

Young Master Mark sitting next to Amberser looked at him in astonishment and couldn’t help but say, “Do you even know how to do business? Bidding eight hundred just to make a mess, aren’t you? Think about the transportation costs, the sales costs, and the upfront payments needed for initial stocking. Do you have any idea of the risk you’re taking?”

Amberser glanced at Endel Mark and said with a smile, “Young Master Mark, you’re still underestimating the market for this kind of potion. Alchemical products are incredibly scarce nowadays. In two months’ time, the continent’s demand for Alchemical Potions will reach its peak. By then, even a random Vitality Potion could sell at a sky-high price, not to mention such a miraculous Magic Potion.

“Is eight hundred Gold Coins for a bottle too expensive? A genuine Youth Magic Potion costs five hundred thousand a bottle, and even if we were to reduce the price now, it wouldn’t go below three hundred thousand. Just eight hundred Gold Coins… even if I raise it to a thousand Gold Coins, everyone would still be scrambling to buy.”

Endel Mark countered, “The genuine Youth Magic Potion doesn’t have any duration limits. If you regain thirty years of youth, you actually turn younger for thirty years. This potion only lasts for three to five days; it’s not the same at all.”

Amberser raised a finger and shook it, continuing, “Young Master Mark, I think you’ve had too many good days and don’t understand the importance of looking young for just three to five days. For young people, it’s not a problem at all, but for the elderly, it can be vital. They might not afford a five hundred thousand Youth Potion, but how about one that costs a thousand Gold Coins?

“Just three to five days of youthfulness, and doctors could perform surgeries or use other treatments that old people couldn’t withstand, saving a life.

“Moreover, I’m sure everyone here understands that for nobility, having a lover is common but something that can never be openly discussed. This potion not only lets you regain your vigor but also reduces the chances of being recognized. Who would think that a seventy-year-old earl could turn into a young man and party all night?

“For them, fifty thousand is not worth it—after regaining youth, they would have to face the resentful eyes of their heirs. After all, you cannot buy a Youth Potion for every child for fifty thousand, and if you become thirty years younger, when will they inherit the title? Maybe they would even face a family tragedy the next day, dying at the hands of their own sons.

“But what if you could just spend a thousand Gold Coins to be young for a few days and feel that youthful vitality? I believe none of them would refuse, right? And there would be no side effects.

“Think of other scenarios: the young are not yet ready to shoulder the family duties, and the elderly lack the energy to contribute due to their age. When it comes to moments that could define the family’s future, the elderly don’t have the energy to help their descendants plan and analyze. What if a potion could give you a few days of youth to change the course of the family’s future?”