In the trading zone.
"Hanks, I'm going to sell a batch of Recovery Potions," Lucien went straight to a fixed stall of a Third-level Wizard Apprentice and stated his intention.
"Fortunately, the original owner was a half-baked Pharmacist; otherwise, it would be quite troublesome to sell a large number of potions directly now." As he took out the potions, Lucien couldn't help feeling relieved in his heart.
"Recovery Potions? Lucien, it looks like I need to congratulate you for finally succeeding!" Hanks was a chubby Third-level Wizard Apprentice, who looked exceedingly amiable and didn't seem like a cold-hearted wizard at all, more like a shrewd merchant from all angles.
"Don't mention it, do you know how much I've invested in practicing potion-making?" Lucien curled his lips, "Now that I've just about got the hang of Recovery Potions, but as you know, if the success rate isn't high, it's just earning hard money."