Choice

Sure enough, after Raven sent Faleau flying with a Tornado Impact, he directly entered the Gilded Rose.

At this time, Faleau was already sitting down on a chair. Even after he drank the health potion, the effect from the Tornado Impact had yet to dissipate. At this moment, Faleau still felt some pain in his chest and had some trouble breathing.

Raven stood in front of Faleau and looked at the young Great Alchemist with an air of condescending arrogance. "I heard you have a batch of Nether Iron Ores?"

"What? Nether Iron Ores?" Faleau naturally wouldn't willingly acknowledge this.

But this wasn't due to the previous Tornado Impact...

With Faleau's profit-seeking nature, if a business opportunity dropped by, let alone eating a Tornado Impact, he could even take slaps with a smile and still show his other cheek, reminding the other party not to forget about leaving a tip.

The problem was that Faleau didn't know what this person's goal was.