"Well… how about 900,000 Sol each?" Keith compromised.
"That's it?"
"That's really it, customer! My potions are the cheapest in the Covenant of Truth. Any lower, and others might come after me with an axe," Keith said honestly.
In the outside world, such perfect potions could fetch up to 3 million Sol.
If not for his desire to build connections within the Covenant of Truth, he wouldn't sell them so cheaply.
Of course, it's because most people outside were too poor to afford more than medium or high-quality potions.
Besides a few orders a month, most of his perfect-quality potions were rarely sold.
Unlike Nash, who was meticulous about his foundation, most were content with high-quality potions.
Unless someone could advance further than a Tier 8 War God, such impurities weren't an issue.
Reading Keith's expression, Nash saw he was telling the truth.
"Fine, 900,000 sol it is. I'll take a thousand potions. Is that doable?"
"Yes, but it'll take time to concoct."
