The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 78 - 72 Working Man Mico

78: Chapter 72 Working Man Mico

78 -72 Working Man Mico

Miss Miko’s Magic Potion Shop officially opened.

On a morning that couldn’t induce happiness, busy figures all received a notification and dropped their tasks at hand.

The long queue extending from the doorway left Miko unable to conceal her bunny teeth in astonishment.

It also caused Lian, the blacksmith next door, to hold her chest and stomp her feet secretly, lamenting that her own shop couldn’t compete with the Magic Potion Shop.

“As long as you can supply Magic Potions,” Lind’s voice echoed in her ears like magic.

As long as she could supply Magic Potions, she could earn as much as she wanted, right?

Swallowing her saliva quietly, Miko asked the first customer who approached, “What would you like?”

It’s all money, all my money!

The bunny eyes started to turn red.

The Undead, suddenly stared at by Miko, was startled, but then his gaze fell on the Magic Potion Bottles displayed on the counter, glowing inside their glass confines.

Orange, blue, like fireflies made of gathered Magic Power, flickering with an original thrill as he looked on

With only one window open, the Magic Potion Shop faced east, yet the sunlight was blocked by the low eaves, stopping at the silver, broken hair on the forehead of the witch.

The shop was dimly lit, but as the Undead’s gaze fell on the shelves, the jumping lights within the Magic Potion Bottles brightened like lanterns.

The light of Magic Power illuminated the slightly “European living room” styled Magic Potion Shop.

So beautiful!

The charm of magic was maddening, making one desire to possess it all.

“I want it all!” the Undead said, waving his hand, “Everything!”

Money meant nothing to the Undead.

Farming, fighting monsters, completing tasks—there were too many ways to make money, but too few places to spend it.

Plus, playing the game required brains.

If the Magic Potions couldn’t be supplied indefinitely, he could become a reseller, able to sell at higher prices.

Even if he didn’t sell, he could use them to train his own teammates.

“Damn, isn’t that the tycoon?”

“He wants to clear the stock!”

“Is there a purchase limit?”

“I don’t have enough money, can some bro help me buy a bottle of Orange Particle, I can transfer the money offline.” Others were shouting for offline transactions, causing a ruckus among the lined-up Undead.

Players disliked pay-to-win gamers, and hated it even more that these gamers weren’t themselves.

Although “Doomsday Magic Ring” did not offer offline pay-to-win channels, in the ten-plus days since the game had launched, many had already made private contacts.

The most fierce trading was not in any other place but at Star Dragon Ridge.

Other areas were still doing peasant’s work, chasing chickens and dogs.

Star Dragon Ridge, however, had already opened farming, defeated several bosses, and the equipment shop had updated twice.

It had even seen the first Level 11 player across the server.

Some who farmed to the max level then chose not to grind anymore, turning to explore and seek more interesting content.

Yet, some Undead chose to continue farming, making money, and then conducting a 1:1 trade of Rand Gold Coins with offline money.

“Only one portion,” Miko insisted as she listened to the noisy exchange, raising a delicate finger, “Limit per person!”

She had never heard of purchase limits before, but her understanding was clear enough to realize from their expressions that they indeed wanted to buy up all her Magic Potion stock, forcing Miko to emphasize it with a raised finger.

Although unfamiliar with purchase limits, she knew Old Cheli from Prey Town, the cunning merchant who had displayed his miserly talents while chatting with her, allowing Miko to fully grasp many traits of doing business.

She had also seen scenarios where everything was sold to one person, much like Old Cheli often buying up others’ goods in one breath and then raising the prices.

Let someone else make money?

That’s all my money!

Although the plan was well thought out, the situation exceeded Miko’s expectations as the stock of Magic Potions on the shelves sold out in an instant.

Once overlooked in Prey Town for days or even weeks, Magic Potions here had become hot commodities.

No one haggled.

They even scrambled to buy.

Even while selling, Miko couldn’t help wanting to raise the prices.

I definitely set the prices too low.

My heart bleeds!

For her, Rand Gold Coins were indeed useless, but as currency, considering the current resource situation at Star Dragon Ridge, the value of Rand Gold Coins was undoubtedly several times higher than that of the Prey Town Gold Badges.

Why hadn’t she known about Star Dragon Ridge sooner?

If she had known, what was she still doing wasting away in Prey Town when she could have been making a killing here?

Accompanied by the sound of friction, a tall figure halted in front of the Magic Potion Shop’s window, blocking the sunlight and causing a shadow to fall over Mico’s eyes.

She looked up to see the figure standing tall before her, golden short hair scattered lightly with sunbeams.

Lord Lind had arrived.

“Your business seems to be doing well?” Lind observed the empty shelves.

“Lord Lind,” Mico struggled to maintain her grin, but like a rodent hoarding nuts, her shifty smile couldn’t be hidden.

Anyone seeing her would know she’d made a fortune.

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Lind eyed the empty Magic Potion Shop.

The shelves were already empty.

He had anticipated this situation, but Mico’s cauldron wasn’t even on!

As a lord, he was very unhappy with such an inattentive worker.

What he wanted was her attitude.

“Supply Magic Potions!” Mico looked toward the Undead who hadn’t gone far: “But they bought too much.

The Magic Potions I made by staying up late these past few nights were bought out instantly.”

60 people really equalled 60 units of purchasing power, a 1:1 conversion rate, which would be considered excessive anywhere.

A shortage of supply, what a happy problem to have!

“That’s not for you to worry about, you must make as many Magic Potions as possible,” Lind said.

“I’ll figure out a way to control their buying frequency.”

Lind wished he could supply an unlimited amount of Magic Potions, but that was impossible.

Even if the Undead themselves could grow the ingredients needed for brewing Magic Potions, it wouldn’t work as currently only Mico could make them.

He had recently been studying the Gold Badge and had preliminary results.

He needed a group of Undead to help him “decode” it, but the commotion from the opening of the Magic Potion Shop this morning forced Lind to come over and check.

Seeing a still triumphant Mico, Lind felt helpless.

Every time you sell out of Magic Potions in one go, aren’t you just purely naive?

Perhaps the Bunny-toothed Witch didn’t realize how clueless she was.

Did she really think she’d hit it big?

You’re destined to be just a tool for making potions.

He needed to teach her how to do business properly.

“Magic Potions…” Lind reminded, “You must ensure your cauldron is always brewing.

Also, about the qualifications for purchasing the potions, since today was the first day, we allowed unlimited purchases.

But starting tomorrow, it must be limited in both time and quantity.

Come see me after dinner tonight, and I will tell you exactly how to do it.”

“Yes!” Miss Miko nodded, though she still didn’t understand why there had to be limitations.

Why not earn the benefits while she still could?

For the rest of the day, Mico immersed herself in the joy of brewing Magic Potions.

The ingredients needed for the healing and energy potions were common, and she had plenty of stock on hand, all that she had embezzled while making Magic Potions for Lind.

She hadn’t planned on subsidizing the ingredients herself, but using her own supplies to make Gold Coins seemed worthwhile.

Not earning a profit was harder for her than being killed.

But gradually, she began to notice something was amiss.

Why were the Undead always buying potions, every time she made a bottle, it was immediately sold out.

Because of this, she had to open three cauldrons, but it was still not enough.

Five cauldrons…

and still, she was so busy that she was running around like a headless chicken, yet the demand remained unmet.

As night fell, Mico belatedly realized she hadn’t eaten all day, and her stomach roared hungrily.

She uncorked a bottle of energy potion and drank it, instantly feeling rejuvenated.

“Miss Miko, do you have any left?” As she paused, more Undead approached to chat.

By now, almost every Undead had bought Magic Potions, but they just wanted to tease Miko, not wanting her to stop and rest.

One couldn’t keep pouring potions into their mouth indefinitely; continuously consuming them in a short period would greatly diminish their effects.

Everyone found it amusing to watch her greedily scrambling about.

She looked much like a worker in real life who had been promised much but was merely spurred on to keep working!

“Today, we’re closed!” Mico hurriedly closed the window.

She felt like Lord Lind was right, Magic Potions must be sold in limited quantities…

limited.

Turning her head to look at a small case of Rand Gold Coins, her bunny teeth showed as she smiled.

“Maybe limit it the day after tomorrow?”