Piltover in the afternoon was full of vitality. Durin crossed the square, carefully avoiding the messengers from the sound-transmission tubes who were dashing about.
According to the intelligence, the abandoned building was located in the north of Piltover, where there was a workshop residential area operated by various families, which had been rebuilt from former abandoned buildings.
Of course, the reason for doing this was to rent those abandoned buildings to students at a low price. It could be considered using waste, and when restructuring was needed, they would drive away the residing students.
Because it was too old, the tram tracks had not yet been laid there.
This meant Durin could only reach the north at most, and then walk there. This meant Durin would need to waste two to three hours on travel.
That wouldn't do.
So Durin intended to change to a brand-new mode of transportation, for example: the public carriages that covered the whole city.
The public carriage transportation system in Piltover was still quite sound. Before long, Durin found a carriage that would pass through the workshop area.
"Excuse me, what is the fare for this trip?" Durin asked after sitting down.
"3 copper circle coins," the driver replied.
After paying the fee, Durin found that a man over forty was already sitting on the carriage.
His attire was no different from a farmer in the fields, wearing a tattered straw hat, and the hair exposed outside the brim was already gray. A gray-yellow jacket was draped over his shoulders.
"Mister Mage, where are you headed?" the middle-aged man proactively asked.
"To the northern workshop district," Durin replied.
"I heard someone heard the wails of the dead a few days ago. If you're going there, Mister Mage, why not buy a Mana Potion or a Mental Recovery Potion just in case? Right now, you can get one for only 4 silver lun coins," the alchemist actively promoted. "In a while, when Noxus starts buying them, the price will change daily.
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Durin was stunned, his gaze turning to the man in confusion.
What the heck? How did he run into a potion salesman in Piltover?
The middle-aged man smiled apologetically, took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed, saying, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am a traveling alchemist."
"Oh~"
Only then did Durin realize. No wonder the man was trying to sell him potions; he was a traveling merchant.
"You might not know, but Hedoram was attacked by both murloc monsters and Gnolls, causing many deaths in both the countryside and the city. Now, a plague is rampant. Many people who drank well water contaminated by corpses have contracted malaria, and medical resources are severely lacking. Normally, a bottle of inferior Healing Potion sells for 1.5 silver lun coins, but in Hedoram, I can sell it for 3 silver lun coins or more. If I dilute it with water, I can even split one bottle into two to sell."
Durin nodded in agreement. He had already seen news reports about the Gnoll rampage and murloc monster attacks in the newspapers.
The man certainly had a point; buying a Mental Recovery Potion could be useful for unforeseen circumstances, especially since Durin had a premonition that his frequency of using necromancy would only increase in the future. However, this type of spell, with its strong side effects, caused irreversible mental energy depletion for him.
"Alright, give me one!"
Durin gritted his teeth, deciding to buy a bottle just in case.
"Coming right up, Mister Mage, do you want a Mana Potion or a Mental Recovery Potion?"
The alchemist asked.
"I want a Mental Recovery Potion." Durin took out 4 silver lun coins from his pocket and handed them to the alchemist, receiving a bluish-green liquid in a snake-necked bottle from him.
Durin carefully stored it in the storage ring on his left middle finger. Fortunately, it didn't take up much space.
This bottle of approximately 400ml of Mental Recovery Potion was worth 4 silver lun coins!
It was equivalent to drinking money with every sip!
Then, the alchemist in chainmail took out a small cloth bag from behind him, pulled out a red fruit shaped like an orange, and said, "Mister Mage, allow me to offer you this red berry to taste."
Durin took a bite, and red juice flowed all over his lips. It tasted like an orange but sweeter, the kind that gets sweeter the more you eat it, without becoming cloying.
Most importantly, after eating it all, Durin actually felt that the pulp resonated faintly with the magic power in his body, providing a very, very thin amount of magic power.
It was negligible, but it was definitely there.
Was this a magical fruit?
"Is this expensive?" Durin subconsciously asked.
"Not really, just 3 silver lun coins per jin," the alchemist replied indifferently.
Upon hearing the price, Durin was instantly speechless.
3 silver lun coins per jin, and he called it "not really"? It was something he couldn't afford right now... It was simply, comparing yourself to others just makes you mad.
He could only awkwardly shift his gaze to the vagrants, scavengers, and addicts on the roadside. Of course, Durin also noticed some Zaun merchants secretly selling diluted Mikawa Drug in the alleys.
Finally, the covered carriage stopped at an abandoned residential building located amidst the city structures.
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