"Good sh*t? You must be pulling my leg, Sir Albion! Although I don't know what these pills are, the impurity inside is so high, they are even worse Low-rank Spirit Pills!" City Lord Baschmi's lip could not stop twitching as he spoke.
"I'm afraid ingesting one of these pills would be like swallowing charcoal. God knows what sort of health problems will crop up, even if it manages to produce its intended effect!"
It was not wrong for City Lord Baschmi to call Albion's black pills sh*t.
They have genuinely transcended the lowest rank in the grading system, Low-rank Spirit Pills, and become Garbage-rank Spirit Pills.
"Didn't you say your city was in dire need of alchemists? Do you think now is the time to be picky?" Albion argued shamelessly before saying, "Besides, who said these pills were for ingesting?"
"They're not? Then why would I still want to buy them for?" City Lord Baschmi responded, taken aback while gazing at Albion with doubt.
