Hearing the old woman's words, Shaan instantly let out a long sigh. Thank God, at least they hadn't come here in vain and could finally make the potion Sir Marshal had requested.
"Here it is, the ingredient you're looking for." The old woman placed a plastic bottle containing a grayish-white powder on the table. "This is verulene leaf powder."
"Phew, so… how much is this thing?" Shaan asked.
"100 dark crystals per bottle."
'Wait, what?' Shaan paused for a moment, hearing the old woman's words. 'Just for a bottle the size of my pinky finger, it costs that much?' Shaan shook his head. 'The price is crazy, it doesn't make sense, but he has no choice but to take it.'
"So, what's your decision? Do you want to take it?"
"Can't you lower the price just a little?"
"No," said the old woman firmly. "This is the last of my stock, and there's no way I can sell it at a lower price," she said, tapping her finger on the table. "Hurry up and make a decision. Do you want to take it or not?"
