Chapter 27: What does this guy want to do!? What does he want to do!?

Waiting a few hours was tedious, but I passed the time meditating and resting my eyes.

After two weeks of grueling potion-making, my mental energy had broken through again—

I can now cast about seven or eight fireballs.

It’s far from my peak, but for a weakling like me, seven or eight fireballs is solid self-defense.

With steady training, I’ll regain decent strength soon, opening up more possibilities.

Potions are profitable, but the real money lies in military achievements and hunting materials.

Crystals are a beast’s most valuable part, but other parts have uses too. Take Gu Xuanyun—he’s clearly a battle-hardened killer. Besides his bag of crystals, he must’ve sold plenty of other beast materials.

Hunting and war are riskier but far more lucrative, no question.

I’ve considered opening a potion shop to make a living—raising two kids makes going to battlefields unrealistic.

But that’s for later. For now, I need to deliver this potion.

After hours of waiting, I sensed someone enter.

Opening my eyes, I saw Gu Xuanyun, accompanied by the smiling Golden Skull supervisor.

“Is my potion ready?”

He looked at me, slightly surprised, then asked.

“What, you think I came here to sell my body or lose money?”

“…”

I blinked, retorting sharply, catching him off guard.

“Here’s your [Holy High-Tier Revival Potion]. Can we verify it now?”

Before he could respond, I opened the locked potion case, revealing the milky-white potion bottle.

“Yes, we can verify.”

Gu Xuanyun nodded, turning to the supervisor.

“You can leave.”

“?”

I was confused by his words, as was the supervisor.

“I can tell if the potion’s real. If it is, you can pay her the balance after I leave. I don’t need anyone else here—and I’m too big a client to scam you over two hundred gold coins.”

“I understand. Call if you need me.”

The supervisor nodded and left, closing the door with a soft click.

It hit me—I was alone with Gu Xuanyun.

My heart raced.

“Wait, wait… alone with this menacing guy… this is bad!!!”

Instinctively, I clutched my backpack with the egg babies, eyeing the towering man nervously.

“Let’s verify the potion.”

Seeing the supervisor leave, he turned to me and spoke.

And then—he started taking off his shirt!!

“You’re verifying a potion, why are you undressing?!!”

I gaped, shouting in panic.

What’s this guy doing!?

“…I’m undressing to verify it. Relax, I’m not interested in your beanpole figure.”

He gave me an odd look, answering reflexively before adding a jab.

My temple throbbed with irritation.

I know I’m a beanpole! But it’s one thing for me to say it, another for him!

Then, as he removed his shirt, my eyes widened.

He looked refined on the surface, but beneath was explosive muscle!

That wasn’t the shocking part.

His body was covered in horrific scars, some still faintly bloody, not fully healed!

Seeing them, I shuddered, a chill running through me.

As a combat mage, I knew what kind of torture or battlefield hell he’d endured to bear those scars.

“What are you staring at? Apply the potion to my wounds.”

He frowned at my stunned reaction, speaking sharply.

“Huh?”

I blinked, dumbfounded.

“Apply it to your wounds? Are you crazy? This potion’s worth two hundred gold coins, and you’re wasting it like that?”

“I can afford it. Don’t worry. Drinking it won’t heal these wounds—they need direct application.”

He spoke coldly, sitting beside me, turning his broad back to me.

“Use half to apply, the rest I’ll drink for internal injuries.”

“…Oh… wait, I don’t have cotton swabs…”

“Then use your hands. Don’t waste my time.”

“…Fine, fine…”

Stunned, I caved under his icy aura, afraid to upset this big client. Reluctantly, I agreed.

I uncorked the potion bottle, poured some sticky, milky-white liquid into my palm, and began gently rubbing it onto his wounds and scars.