"What?! 9000?"
"Aren't you selling at the same price as in your sect?"
"Yeah, where is the 20% discount you told us?"
The scene became turbulent and many disciples were expressing their frustration without holding back. Michael also waited to see how she was going to explain herself rather curiously.
"Of course the price for a Healing potion is 7200 gold coins but what about the taxes such as road tax and transport tax? Back in our sect, we don't have to transport the products, sit under the scorching sun smelling the stink of Netherels in the air. No one is forcing you to buy" Michael could tell everyone who is here to buy had suffered a major wound and without a proper healing potion and treatment, they would have to face nasty consequences. Therefore, if they had some brains and coins, they would buy the potion while they still can.
