Sure enough, the Underworld, it's really different...
As he pondered, Lear strode forward, looking down at the underground Barbarian sitting by the roadside selling hallucinogenic grass.
"How much of this hallucinogenic grass do you have?"
The underground Barbarian had long noticed Lear, who was accompanied by a Great Demon, and instantly shivered at the words, quickly standing up with a smile.
"Honorable sir, I have over a thousand stalks here, all recently harvested. These are all watered with clean water—a rare commodity! Not the same grade as those planted with muddy water!"
"Potent!"
"Would you like to try some?"
Lear glanced at the wrinkled hallucinogenic grass that looked clearly malnourished, twitching at the sight.
Turning a 3-star level Magic Plant into this kind of condition is quite remarkable.
"How much gold coins for the whole lot? Give me a firm price, don't waste time."
