Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"It's nothing to sell these wood to you." Sulina walked towards the wood that Ron and the others ordered the goblins and villagers to transport back. "Generally speaking, in order to adapt to long-distance transportation, this kind of wood will be coated with some coatings. To prevent moisture, insects, etc.”

"Some of the coatings here have fallen off, but others are still usable. Well, I'll sell them to you at 70% of the purchase price."

The Bronze Dragonborn blinked at Ron: "Let me tell you first, this is not about my greed. Logically speaking, I should admit that this trip will cost me nothing. High returns naturally come with high risks."

"But you see, the three of us are basically trapped here. No matter which direction we want to go home, it's a long way. We can't do it now that we have nothing."

"While we appreciate your willingness to collect the coins and trinkets, it is clear that these alone will not be enough to help us get home."

"I can understand," Ron nodded, "I will pay the price you said, but I suggest you don't leave now."

"Since the establishment of the trading post, the caravans coming and going will basically stop here. Why not stay here and go with them when there are caravans passing through the fantasy land? Safety will be somewhat guaranteed."

"We also have this intention," the pudgy businessman laughed, "but we are just worried that we useless people who can't carry it on our shoulders or lift it in our hands will cause trouble to you, so we don't dare to say it."

Ron waved his hand slightly: "You are joking. Maybe you can't help us now, but that doesn't mean you can't help us in the future? I think you will definitely have the opportunity to come here in the future, right?"

"This..." The three merchants looked at each other in confusion. They thought that this road had unique advantages. They would be reluctant to give up easily. However, this land of right and wrong really couldn't be true again. There was nothing that they really didn't want to come back to. .

"Maybe," Su Linna laughed awkwardly, "This actually doesn't depend on us. Mr. Ron should be able to understand."

"You will only come if it is beneficial, right?" Sera said something. "The merchants in our tribe were like this at the beginning: when we hunted for some precious furs, they would come three or four times a year; If we know the hunt is not going well, it’s basically a matter of seeing you next year.”

The barbarian had one foot on the edge of the table, holding a piece of thigh meat from an unknown creature in both hands. While eating, his mouth was full of oil, and he said vaguely: "There are still a lot of novelty things in the delusional land, you guys?" Before we leave, why don't we take some samples back to see how they sell?"

"If it doesn't sell well, for the sake of our chief, we'll have nothing to do with it; if it sells well, you've got the upper hand, right?"

"That's what the businessman who came to our tribe at least once a year said."

The three businessmen looked at each other, and Su Linna couldn't help but asked curiously: "But, from what we can see here, there doesn't seem to be anything worth mentioning, right? If it's just fur and meat, we don't have to go so far - we're just talking about the matter. , It’s not that we are ungrateful.”

This is not a snowfield in the far north. It has a special geographical environment and ecosystem. All kinds of creatures are rare among city-states, so they can be sold at high prices.

Swamps, forests, rainforests... this kind of terrain is not uncommon, but it's just not as dangerous as one would imagine. For businessmen, that's a good thing.

"Uh-" The barbarian was choked. Sera was just talking about her own experience. She had no idea how to solve the problem.

"Alchemy materials and potions?" Ron thought for a while, "There are still a lot of types of alchemy materials here. A friend of mine and I know herbal medicine and some alchemy. The most special one at the moment is healing potions."

"With all due respect, this is nothing special," the thinner businessman laughed. "I am in the alchemy business, and I have two alchemists under me. I can still be self-sufficient in healing potions."

"Unless...you can refine a high-level healing potion, or even a powerful healing potion?"

He didn't dare to think about the most effective and extremely effective healing potion. That kind of thing was not something that ordinary people could refine, and it was basically marketable and priceless. A bottle could be sold for five to six thousand gold coins.

"You guessed it," Lavinia walked out of her workshop (Ron's room) at this time and walked towards Ron holding a wooden box. "This is the result of these two days, your set I have completely mastered the synthesis process.”

"Is this your alchemist here?" The alchemist merchant smiled kindly at Lavinia, but the halfling did not respond to his polite enthusiasm. "Can I see your finished product?"

"Ask him." Lavinia raised her chin and nodded at Ron, then went back on her own. She has no desire to communicate with strangers.

"Of course, you're welcome." Ron made a gesture of invitation, and the businessman quickly squatted down and opened the wooden box.

He has made up his mind that Ron must repay the favor for saving his life, so as long as the quality of the healing potion is decent, he is willing to buy it for forty gold coins a bottle after returning, and he will only earn a small change.

But after opening it, he was immediately disappointed - the quantity of these healing potions was quite large, but the quality...

Even without the identification technique, he could tell at a glance that the potion was less effective than normal potions.

"Although the effect is not satisfactory, the production cost is low," Ron saw the other party's doubts and said with a smile, "Adventurers may not use it, but it may be sold among ordinary people."

"How low can it be?" The alchemist's tone was basically hopeless. Reducing the cost of healing potions is a very popular research direction, but there has been no progress.

"Sixteen gold coins, one bottle takes two hours to make."

Alchemist; "o.O?"

"What?!" Sulina jumped up first, her voice raised eight degrees, "Mr. Ron, I am willing to cooperate with you! Can you sell this box of potions to me? I am willing to pay twenty-five gold coins for each bottle!"

"Sulina!" The alchemist came back to his senses and looked at his companion angrily, "I am not cooperating with you to let you steal my business!"

"Mr. Ron, I am also willing to spend twenty-five gold coins for these potions! But I am in this business, and my sales are much wider than Sulina's!"

"How many are there in your box? I can--"

The alchemist's voice stopped abruptly, because he saw that Ron took out a bottle of healing potion from the wooden box, revealing the layer below.

So this box of potions has a full 6x3x2, a full thirty-six bottles!