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A very strange-looking half-goat man appeared before Shelley and the others. The hair on his upper body had been shaved, revealing bare skin. He was wearing a small black hat, with a headband tightly tied on his head, and finally, a wide headscarf was wrapped around his curved horns.
That’s right. He was an extremely famous legendary figure in Sigil. This legendary was not about his strength. His strength was not high. But to say that he was a legendary figure was not an exaggeration at all.
In the mixed bag of Sigil, it was not an easy thing to make a name for oneself, but the half-goat man Uli Thousand-Cup had stood out with his mouth.
As a feeler, Uli was not only a respected maker and trader of potions, oils, perfumes, and poisons… he was also an enthusiastic potion appraiser.
And his method of appraising potions was to drink them…
That’s right. He just drank them directly.
You have a bottle of unlabeled black liquid? You picked up some red slime in the Howling Depths? You found some white, unknown liquid on some place or clothing?
[?]
Just take it to Uli. No one in Sigil had ever seen Uli refuse a potion handed to him, even if it was a deadly poison. Assassins would bring the most potent poisons they had concocted. Uli would just drink it, smack his lips, and tell them they should have added a little more nightshade.
For this, Shelley’s evaluation of him was…
“A peerless tough guy.”
Shelley’s action of drinking the potion without hesitation made a brilliant smile appear on Uli’s face. He rubbed his hands excitedly and then extended his hand to Shelley.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone who dares to drink my potion on our first meeting.”
“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Uli Thousand-Cup, a potion maker.”
Shelley shook his hand with a calm expression. He was just about to speak when he was interrupted by the taste of the potion that had come up from his stomach.
Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, all sorts of flavors churned in Shelley’s mouth. It was truly a mix of flavors, in a physical sense.
Shelley’s left hand clenched hard, and then he slowly relaxed it. The corners of his mouth twitched. He said to Uli with a brilliant smile, “It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I’m Shelley.”
Absolutely not admitting that he had said this through gritted teeth, Shelley introduced his companions to Uli one by one.
After waiting for a long time, Roy said impatiently, “Weren’t you going to buy potions? Hurry up and buy them.”
His face had recovered a lot. Shelley no longer looked as if he had been drained, but had become like an ordinary, weak man. It seemed that the longsword at his waist was also a little heavy.
(He’s really talking about Pale Justice.)
He struggled to pull his arm out of Morgan and Erica’s demonic claws… but he failed. He was trapped in the valley.
Shelley could only say helplessly, “Not for now. Master Uli’s potion has already solved a part of my problem.”
Hmm? You’re playing with me?
Roy’s gaze was a little hostile as he looked at Shelley. I’ve put up with you all this way, and you’re playing with me?
Uli was relatively familiar with this sound. Even in Sigil, a Balor was still a rare sight. He rubbed his hands nervously and said, “The potion I gave Mr. Shelley just now was to alleviate his weakness.”
Hearing Uli say this, the flames on Roy’s body slowly disappeared.
Shelley thought for a moment and suddenly said with a smile, “But I have a new potion that I’d like Uli to help me appraise.”
“I can be sure that he has never seen it… a special potion.”
Uli, who had been constantly rubbing his hands, his eyes suddenly lit up with a strange light.
Swoosh.
He whipped his head around and then quickly came to the front of Shelley, his face just a few centimeters from Shelley’s. He asked eagerly, “Where is it?”
“I want it. Quick, quick. I want it.”
Disgusting.
A middle-aged, half-goat man with a bare upper body, saying this to you with an anxious face, the lethality was unparalleled.
Besides Shelley, the few of them all took a few steps back. Morgan and Erica directly abandoned Shelley, leaving him alone. Catherine also got goosebumps. She stared at Uli as if her fur was standing on end, almost unable to restrain her urge to attack.
And Shelley, who was facing this terrifying scene alone, just chuckled softly and took half a step back with a calm expression. Then he said to Uli, “Are we going to do this here? Won’t you invite us in to sit down?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Please come in. Quick, quick.”
Uli, who couldn’t wait, was a little agitated. He pulled Shelley and walked in quickly.
The arrangement of the room was different from the entrance. It was a little messy, with many bottles and jars, a dazzling array.
Shelley did not follow Uli’s meaning and quickly took out the potion. Instead, he turned to look at the crowd who were coming in one after another.
How would Roy get into a room like this, for a normal-sized creature? Shouldn’t he be in human form?
“Ah, bad review.”
In the end, she just shrank her size and became a small Balor about the same height as Shelley, looking more like a mutated marilith.
“Why can’t you just listen to my advice?”
Roy looked Shelley up and down and then said calmly, “It seems you’ve really recovered.”
So idle.
Shrugging, Shelley didn’t care about her lukewarm attitude. Or rather, the temptation of divinity, although great, had not yet reached the point of making Shelley completely crazy.
[Really?]
“Really. If the human form is really too tragic…”
“I… I’ll just…”
Turn off the lights and close my eyes. It’s all the same.
“Shelley, Shelley! What’s this?”
“Probably the bile of a mind flayer…”
Seeing that Shelley was still talking, Uli began to look a little anxious. He wanted to go up and interrupt but didn’t dare. Uli’s gray, crystal-like eyes began to glance around restlessly. For a moment, he would look at the boiling potion on the shelf, and then he would stare at the unclean stains on the table.
He untied a neat, rectangular scarf that was used to tie his brown, hard hair behind him, draped it over his shoulders, and then tied his hair up again. His carefully trimmed hooves tapped impatiently on the stone floor.
“Mr. Shelley… can we not start yet?”
“I’m really, very excited.”
Uli’s sentences began to become intermittent, as if he were trying hard to suppress the torrent of words in his heart.
Shelley, who had deliberately left Uli hanging for a long time, finally turned his head and smiled apologetically at him, “I’m sorry. The potions here are really too amazing. I was fascinated for a moment.”
Then Shelley no longer kept him in suspense and took out a small bottle of pink liquid from his ring.
“I got this from a desert ruin. Please handle it with care, master.”
“No problem.”
Uli took it and, without hesitation, unscrewed it and took a small sip.
!!?
“This! This taste!”
Uli stared at the bottle in his hand, his body beginning to tremble.
At this time, Shelley said, “anxiously,” “Master, you can’t drink it all.”
This sentence was like a demon’s whisper. Uli’s conflicted expression became one of seeing death as a return home. He raised his head and poured the rest of the potion into his mouth.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
“Mmm! Hah…”
“Hic.”
