Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Healing potion, a magic item suitable for all ages and with a wide range of applications. Unlike Ron's treatment methods in his previous life, this potion can almost ignore the type of injury and have a healing effect equally.

In Ron's opinion, this should be the best choice to treat Ivy.

At the door of the store where he was standing now, Ron saw a few lines of discounted products clearly written on the blackboard outside.

[Healing potion, 10% off, limited to 45 gold coins, while stocks last! ]

"It's really rare," Ivy came over curiously and looked at the handwriting on the blackboard, "To be honest, I almost never thought I would see magic items on sale at a discount, and they are not even generally sold in stores."

Ron looked up at the sign at the door of the store. It was an owl in black and light yellow, but it was quite cartoony.

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"Maybe the owner of this store is an alchemist, so he can offer discounts?"

"Unrealistic," Ivy shook her head, "If it's an alchemist or a wizard, they will value their achievements more. This kind of business is a complete loss-making business in their eyes."

"Even if it's only 10% off?"

"It's actually 10% off."

"Are you standing at the door and guessing?" Driver pushed the door open impatiently, "Why is it? Come in and see and you'll know?"

"Boss! Is the boss here?!"

There are no customers in this store. Otherwise, with Driver's shouting, Ron and the others would have been looked down upon. But the strange thing is that not only are there no customers here, but even the boss and the salesperson are not... there?

"This is a store that specializes in selling alchemical items," Ivy looked at the various products in the store, "From alchemical raw materials to tinctures and mixtures to alchemical tools, these are the only things sold here."

"You are right, the owner here is indeed an alchemist - but why does he sell the fruits of his labor at a low price?"

"Of course it is to make money!"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind the tall counter, startling the three of them. Then, there was a sound of friction between stools and floor tiles.

When a figure climbed from behind the counter to the high stool and stood firmly, Ron and the others could see the appearance of the speaker.

It was a humanoid female who was even shorter than Driver, probably less than one meter tall, but she definitely did not look like a child, but an adult. She was wearing an old robe that had not been washed for who knows how long, and her short and curly dull orange-red hair was casually draped over her shoulders, looking a little sloppy.

At this moment, she was looking at the uninvited guests with a pair of blue-purple eyes full of distrust.

"Halflings," Ivy whispered, "We may have come in too rashly. But don't worry, they are all very friendly..."

"That's not necessarily true," the halfling behind the counter sneered, "Halflings are different. For example, I am not the kind of halfling you know, nor am I a lightfoot or a strong soul."

"Ghostly?" Ivy looked at the other party in disbelief, "I thought you were all hiding in those isolated forests!"

Ghostly halflings, this type of clan is the opposite of the overly friendly of other types of halflings. They are very exclusive and extremely distrustful of outsiders, so most of them live in isolated forests. It is rare for someone like this to appear in a small town dominated by humans and open a store.

"You'll get tired of the scenery of the forest," the halfling replied slowly, "and for me personally, the alchemical materials produced in a small forest are not enough to support my research."

"Okay, let's get back to the point. I'm Lavinia Feather, welcome to the Kitten Alchemy Shop - what do you want?"

Although the halfling said "welcome", Ron couldn't tell how much welcome there was in her tone and expression.

"A bottle of healing potion," Ivy rolled up her sleeves and showed her the wound on her body, "We saw that your potion is on sale."

"That's right," Lavinia looked at the wound on Ivy's arm, "I've encountered some setbacks in my recent experiments, and the raw materials are almost gone, so I have to consider selling some goods at a low profit to continue my research."

"But your injury...healing potions are actually not very meaningful."

"Why?" Ron's heart suddenly moved, "Can't healing potions treat wound infections?"

"What are you talking about?" Lavinia frowned and looked at Ron, "Based on your remarks, I can think you are a halfling. Are you a jerk?"

"The healing potion can heal injuries, but it can't cure the various diseases caused by the wounds - that requires lesser restoration."

"Of course, you can also use herbs to treat it. I saw that she has applied cave algae and gray shadow leaves. Did you do it?"

"It's just an emergency," Ron smiled, "there's nothing else there..."

"It seems that you have some skills," Lavinia muttered, interrupting Ron, "but cave algae is slightly toxic, this is not a solution."

"Go and pick some herbs on the shelf over there. If you really know how to do it, I don't mind giving you a discount."

"Otherwise you can go out to the church over there. I'm not good enough to make a secondary healing potion - even if I can, the price won't be cheap."

Although it is rumored that the Ghostly Halfling doesn't like outsiders, and this one's performance is also very cold. But as far as Ron's personal feeling is concerned, Lavinia is more like the type of person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

After all, not everyone will show so much concern for a strange patient. As a businessman, she only needs to sell the healing potion to them to make a lot of money.

But she didn't do that.

"By the way, can I ask you? What experiment did you encounter a bottleneck?"

Ron walked to the shelf opposite where various herbs were placed, and while recalling his knowledge of medicinal plants, he chatted with Lavinia.

He himself came from a laboratory, how could he not be curious about the other party's experiment?

"The experiment of making healing potions." Lavinia didn't hide it. After motioning Ivy to look at Driver, who was running around like a curious baby, she climbed down the stool by herself and continued to tinker with the bottles and jars on the ground.

"I think the current method of preparing healing potions is too complicated. Not only can the quality not be guaranteed, but the cost is also high. I want to try to find a way to improve these three aspects, any one of them will do."

"That's your fault," Ron came over, supported himself with both hands on the table and turned over the counter, "Before the experiment, you must first clarify the specific goals, so that you can make further plans. It's no wonder that the materials are used up so quickly when you are so haphazard."

"Do you have any experimental records or reference books? Lend me a look."