Chapter 49：Sarah's Blessing Pharmacy

The shops that sold Bear Bee honey typically had some backing.

The shop where Peter bought the honey was located in the pharmaceutical trading area, one of the few powerful trading zones in the Bacha black market.

The clothing of the people here was noticeably several levels higher than those in the miscellaneous trading area.

The winding street market was spotlessly clean, and the sides of the road were lined with rows of wooden houses and lofts, with some high-end stone buildings.

You could hardly see any scattered mobile stalls.

Only those selling medicinal materials or very small-scale businesses would choose to set up stalls in the mixed miscellaneous trading area rather than in this hidden dragon and crouching tiger pharmaceutical zone.

After all, the people here had some means and background, and any valuable items would inevitably attract covetous eyes.

Bear Bee honey was almost monopolized by the merchants in this trading area.

Allen glanced around and saw at least one attendant standing at the entrance of each shop.

The size of the shops and the number of staff highlighted the wealth and power of this area.

"Only these fat, oily merchants have the ability to organize large teams to venture deep into the dangerous rainforest to extract Bear Bee honey," Allen thought, as he stepped into a pharmacy called "Sarah's Blessing."

The saying goes, "Clothes make the man."

Allen knew better than to invite trouble by dressing poorly and being looked down upon. He had no intention of being despised and then flaunting his wealth to show off.

Both Allen and Peter had changed into bright, colorful silk clothes, and even their masks were replaced with expensive fur.

This was the attire of someone with some status in the black market.

From a distance, the shop attendant noticed the two of them.

Allen wore a black and blue shiny silk top and brown river wolf fur pants, with a soft fox fur mask perfectly covering his face.

Although Peter's outfit was slightly less impressive, he still wore a green silk top and pants with a leather mask.

The attendant could tell at a glance that they were not poor.

Even if they weren't extremely wealthy, they could easily afford to spend in the shop.

Moreover, the attendant knew that the customers here were often merchants who bought or sold in bulk, unlike the penny-pinching small-timers.

"Sarah's Blessing Pharmacy" implied the blessing of the goddess of health.

Though called a pharmacy, the shop was spacious, with three floors and a wide array of goods.

From rare plants to animal furs, from gold and stone materials to various potions, it had everything.

"Gentlemen, please have a seat," the attendant greeted warmly.

Allen nodded slightly, and the attendant led them to a corner with a wooden table, pulled out two chairs, and invited them to sit.

"Wow, boss, look at this. These chairs are made of redwood. Although not top-grade, they are still quite valuable," Peter said in surprise.

The attendant, holding a teapot and cups, enthusiastically poured tea for them, "Gentlemen, is this your first time here? You guessed right. Our shop has been around for at least seventy years, and our old owner is well-known. If we don't have something, you won't find it elsewhere; and if others don't have it, we might just have it."

"Please enjoy the tea," the attendant said with a smile, serving two cups of steaming tea.

Allen wasn't interested in the so-called noble tea mixed with milk, spices, and salt, but Peter drank it eagerly.

Seeing this, the attendant's evaluation of them dropped by half. One couldn't appreciate the tea, and the other drank it in big gulps, probably some nouveau riche.

But he still maintained a respectful demeanor and handed them a list, "Take a look and see if there's anything you need."

Allen didn't look at the list, but scanned the first-floor hall.

The hall was impressively grand, with gold and silver decorations, elegant seating, and an obvious display of the owner's deep foundation.

Surrounding the hall were counters displaying various medicinal materials and products, all with samples for customers to choose from.

Allen's eyes narrowed as he noticed a counter, not too big, about one square meter.

The entire counter was covered by a transparent crystal!

In the Gondwana wilderness world, glass-making technology was not advanced, and only a few empires could produce glass.

Allen immediately recognized that the cover over the one-square-meter counter was not glass but a hollowed-out, clear crystal!

Such a large piece of crystal, intricately carved by skilled craftsmen, was of immeasurable value.

If the crystal cover itself was already a rare treasure, one could only imagine the precious items displayed on the counter!

Seeing Allen's gaze directed at the crystal cover, the attendant, accustomed to such behavior, remarked, "Sir, you have a keen eye. That is the treasure of our shop."

Allen shifted his gaze back to the list in his hand, "Oh..."

The attendant was momentarily at a loss for words. How could he be so indifferent after just glancing at it?

But as an attendant, he couldn't say anything and continued to serve attentively.

"Two kilograms of Bear Bee honey, please," Allen said after scanning the list twice, finding that the listed medicinal materials were all common items.

The attendant was taken aback, "Sir, no one has ever bought Bear Bee honey by the kilogram..."

Allen ignored the attendant's surprise, "Well, now someone is. Can you not provide two kilograms of Bear Bee honey?"

The attendant didn't hesitate and smiled apologetically, "It's not that, sir. It's just that Bear Bee honey is in high demand at the end of the rainy season, and we might not have the quantity you need."

With that, the attendant excused himself and quickly walked over to the manager, whispering, "Manager, two guests are here asking for two kilograms of Bear Bee honey. What should we do..."

The manager frowned and whispered back, "Did you forget the old owner's instructions? That honey is reserved for the Countess. Even if someone offers gold, we can't sell it. Go tell him..."

"Never mind, I'll handle it myself," the manager said, glancing at Allen. In business, caution and respect come first.

Allen, discreetly observing the shop's layout, overheard the conversation with his extraordinary hearing.

"Sir, I apologize, but we've sold out of Bear Bee honey. Perhaps you could try another shop?" the manager said, his face sincere.

Allen didn't want to waste time on this, "To be honest, I overheard your conversation. I won't make things difficult for you. The Countess won't need all of it, right? Just give me as much as you can spare."