"Aren't you going to reintroduce yourself?"

Mr. William of the Miller Merchant Guild strode through the restaurant door, almost bumping into the cleaning magical doll sweeping the floor. He walked quickly to Ina, excitedly, "Miss Ina, I'm William, do you remember me?"

Ina recognized him, "Mr. William, it seems that the test results of the potions I gave you have come out?" She hit the nail on the head, revealing the fact that Mr. William had secretly sent the potions for testing.

The curve of the smile on William's face did not change, as if he did not feel awkward at all. As a merchant, he had dealt with too many arrogant mages, sometimes cold and indifferent, sometimes purely eccentric and hard to communicate with, which had trained William to have a thick skin.

"Miss Ina, I have no magical talent at all. Asking me to use such a magical potion is simply a waste. I'll just say it straight since you took the initiative to give me the potion, I think you must also be considering the strength of our Miller Merchant Guild, and you intend to sell this potion in our guild's potion shop, right?"

"I have only taken the time to contact your Miller Merchant Guild for now," Ina casually wiped a vase, "The North Wind Commerce Guild and I also cooperation, but they are a bit busy recently, so I have not mentioned the matter of the potion yet."

Mr. William's expression stiffened slightly. The North Wind Commerce Guild had recently had a mysterious partner and together they had opened a tea restaurant on the newly opened commercial street. This caused all the shops on the street to be filled with customers. William had long wanted to figure out who was behind this tea restaurant. It turned out to be Ina in front of him!

He felt a bit of regret in his heart. He had been sitting next to Ina at the time and had the good fortune to taste this kind of milk tea. But he had thought that the cost was high, and although there were some profits, there were many restrictions such as recipe confidentiality. There probably wouldn't be much room for cooperation. Among the countless commercial cooperations in the Miller Merchant Guild, it could only be considered a medium-value project.

So in the end, although he took the time to come to Dragonflame Restaurant, he had already missed the best opportunity. William had been roaming around his family's various shops since he learned to walk, but he didn't expect that this time he would forget a principle - a highly popular shop can drive a large area of commercial operations around it, the value of which far exceeds the profits of the shop itself. Fortunately, the Miller Merchant Guild has more advantages in selling potions than the North Wind Commerce Guild. They have potion branches all over the continent, which is why Ina still chose the Miller Merchant Guild.

William immediately tried to make up for Ina's impression of the Miller Merchant Guild. He elaborated on the deep roots of the guild and its relationship with the potion market, proving that his guild had a much deeper foundation than the North Wind Commerce Guild could compare to.

"Before the empire was established, the Miller Merchant Guild, which was still in its infancy, saw the potential of the potion market. We made contact with the reclusive apothecaries in various regions, clearing the purchase channels by providing raw materials and other means. Apart from providing potion support for the then rebellion army, we also provided refuge for many professionals who fled from the Oland Empire..."

Ina drummed her fingers on the table, "Quantity, price."

This meant she was ready to finalize the deal. William's eyes brightened, and he asked tentatively, "How many of each of the two potions can you provide each month?"

Ina retorted, "Mr. William, you have been running a merchant guild for many years. You should know better than me that such life-saving potions are not the more, the better. How much do you hope I can provide each month? I don't think the quantity is the issue, the key lies in the guild's positioning of these potions."

The two potions that excited William so much we're actually the red and white wine brewed from the holy oak barrels. Now that the grape harvest season was over, it might take a long time for the next brewing. But Ina already had nearly 3000 liters of finished red and white wine in her hands.

According to the dosage of 50 milliliters to work, each potion had a stock of thirty thousand bottles. But as Ina said, such potions would not be the more, the better on the market. Every mage or warrior would want to carry a powerful potion that could instantly replenish half of their mana and physical strength, but not everyone could use it. Especially under the circumstance that the potion is expensive, they wouldn't dare to use it unless it's a critical situation.

Therefore, among those who can afford the two potions, most people would buy one or two, and the cautious ones might buy a little more, but the usage would be very rare. If the same amount of potion continues to be put on the market, it would face the situation of having to lower the price due to lack of market.

Mr. William understood this as well. He proposed two schemes to Ina,

One: provide five thousand of each potion in the first month, and then one thousand each month, with the price being 30 gold coins per bottle;

Two: provide one thousand of each potion in the first month, and three hundred each month afterward, with the price being 50 gold coins per bottle.

If it were the first scheme, the Miller Merchant Guild would heavily promote that they had found a new potion that could replace the Crown Flower Potion and Black Marsh Potion, which had a better effect but a lower price, with the aim of compensating for profits through sales volume.

But if it were the second scheme, the Miller Merchant Guild would not make a big fuss about it. Just relying on the existing sales network of the potion shop would be enough to absorb these potions. The guild would choose to maintain its network of relationships with these potions while earning a certain profit. Most of these potions might flow into the black market, but the Miller Merchant Guild wouldn't care about this.

Ina, of course, chose the one that earned more, but the contract couldn't be signed that day. Considering such a large amount of money and the fact that potions are commodities that require more careful handling, and also Mr. William's long-desired "exclusive authorization", there were still many terms to be discussed between the two.

But the overall cooperation was settled, Mr. William was overjoyed, and Ina was also in a good mood. She wanted to invite Mr. William for dinner, but he was in a rush to draft the contract and handle other affairs of the guild and insisted on leaving. Just in time, Ina had made some scallion biscuits that had just finished baking, so she packed a small bag for Mr. William.

Walking on the way back to the guild, Mr. William felt a faint aroma drilling into his nose, having been running around all day, he was really hungry. Seeing that there was no one around, he didn't care about dignity and took a bite of the scallion biscuit.

The outside was crispy to the point of almost falling apart, but the inside was incredibly soft.

The biscuit was savory. In addition to the aroma of flour, Mr. William also tasted the milky flavor of butter. The butter in the biscuit melted during baking, leaving voids inside, making the interior of the biscuit extraordinarily soft.

Mr. William was walking on the road, and before he knew it, he had eaten all the scallion biscuits. When he returned to the guild, there was nothing left in the bag.

The person who greeted him was ready to take the stuff from Mr. William's hand but found nothing. William quickly withdrew his hand, awkwardly but politely saying, "No need, I can handle it myself."

———

The drizzling rain fell today, and Vilanthe packed the food ordered by the customers into boxes and hung them on the hook of the mechanical worker bee.

A tall figure came in from outside. Vilanthe was about to remind him to put his umbrella on the rack next to the door and was surprised to find that this person had nothing in his hands, and there were no servants following him, and yet there wasn't a drop of rain on him.

The man squinted his reddish eyes, his gaze circled around Vilanthe: "Oh, so you're here."

Vilanthe felt a chill in her heart and before she could react, the man across from her calmly said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not here for you."

Knox looked around but didn't find the black dragon who was running the restaurant in disguise. He sat down at the table and smiled at Vilanthe, who was watching him as if she was facing a great enemy: "Don't be so panicked, little princess. I'm just here to eat."

Vilanthe wouldn't be easily fooled by him. She showed a sweet smile: "What would you like to eat?" As she said this, Vilanthe tightly gripped a wine bottle beside her.

Even if the vampire in front of her really had malicious intentions, what she needed to do besides protecting herself was to try to delay as much time as possible. Miss Ina had once said that everything in the restaurant was under her control, and she would rush over immediately if something happened.

Just as Knox was about to speak, a shadow darted out from behind Vilanthe. When it landed, the agile black cat had transformed into a tall and handsome man. Elvys stood in front of Vilanthe, frowning at Knox: "What are you doing here?"

Knox touched the pale wooden frame on the restaurant wall and chuckled at the picture of the black cat inside: "Elvys, you couldn't keep your position as the Duke of Neranka, so you ran here to play cat and mooch off others?"

Elvys retorted: "Has Safi finally run out of living humans, that you've become so famished you've come out to hunt?"

"No matter how sweet human blood is, how can it compare to the taste of dragon's blood?" Knox implied.

Vilanthe covered her mouth, her widened eyes showing her shock. The black cat was a vampire and was also in disguise. Why was he hiding in the restaurant, and of the two confronting each other now, who was on her side, or were both of them plotting something else? And what about dragon's blood? Where were there dragons?

On the other side, the two who were at odds as soon as they met, started fighting. The customers in the restaurant, having seen the black cat transform into a man, wisely retreated. The few remaining courageous spectators also fled in panic when they felt the power fluctuation of the confrontation.

Elvys blocked the residual waves of several attacks for them, buying them time to escape.

Knox's lazy voice carried a hint of mockery: "Your power has declined to this extent, and yet you dare to be distracted by rescuing drowning ants?"

Elvys wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, his tone as calm as if he were stating an established fact: "It's enough to take you to hell with me."

Neither of them had weapons, but Vilanthe suddenly saw a flash of white light, as if a sword was present. The airflow near her ears was brought out by the two people's movements, making a sharp explosion sound that even surpassed the noise of the tables and chairs shattering. Vilanthe hid under the bar table, and waved her hand to release a vine to wrap around Coal, who was scared and puffing up his fur in the corner and brought it into her arms to soothe it.

She was still waiting to see if Coal would also turn into a handsome guy and join the battle, forming an overwhelming advantage in numbers two to one, but it turned out that this one was indeed a real kitten.

Vilanthe held Coal's ears in frustration. In her heart, she was shouting: Miss Ina, please come back soon!

Knox found that his opponent's attacks were becoming more reckless. The recovery ability of the vampires was extremely fast, the corrosive blood had just dripped to the ground, and the wound had already begun to scab and heal. But this doesn't mean that the recovery of the wound does not consume magic power. Feeling that Elvys really wanted to die with him, Knox felt a sense of unease. Elvys might really not live long, and he still wanted to continue to be a great vampire duke for thousands of years!

Originally, he just wanted to test the rumored black dragon but unexpectedly bumped into this madman.

He was fighting while retreating, planning to find a chance to escape. A fair hand reached out and slammed the restaurant door shut.

"Did you get the owner's permission to fight on someone else's territory?" A voice, faintly angry, rang in the ears of the two men.

Elvys hastily withdrew his hand, his face still showing a hint of hidden panic.

Knox took this opportunity to look at the girl who had just appeared. She was tall and slender, with a beautiful face. The look in her eyes, when she looked at him, was a mix of scrutiny and displeasure. If it wasn't for the overwhelming pressure suddenly released in this small restaurant, he would find it hard to believe that this girl was the incarnation of a black dragon, known for its "ferocity" and "greed."

He turned to Elvys with full malice: "You know she's a black dragon, don't you? So that's why you refused to drink human blood, you found a better option."

Elvys looked at Knox, his eyes full of anger. This blatant attempt to stir up trouble, if he weren't under the gaze of Ina ready to question him, he might try to explain. But having deceived Ina for so long by disguising himself as a cat, it seemed that saying anything would be of no use.

Ina coldly issued an order to leave: "Now, immediately, leave my restaurant."

Knox turned around without any hesitation. One Elvys was troublesome enough, adding a black dragon to the mix would definitely not work out in his favor.

Ina's cool voice came again: "I'll personally come to collect the compensation for the damage to the restaurant."

Knox paused slightly, not looking back, nor did he take these words to heart.

Ina turned to look at Elvys, the man covered in blood guiltily lowered his eyelashes, not daring to meet her gaze: "I'm sorry, please don't believe Knox's words, I don't drink blood."

"Aren't you going to reintroduce yourself, Duke Elvys?"