9: Noble Potion Master

Hearing this number, Barto’s face immediately showed distress.

“Oh, that’s too expensive, isn’t it? Can’t it be a little cheaper?”

Doctor Litton shook his head and replied, “No, one gold coin is already very cheap.”

Seeing that Barto still wanted to say something, Litton added, “After all, Mr. Gavin is no ordinary doctor; he used to be a Potion Master’s apprentice.”

At these words, Barto immediately fell silent.

Although he was not a transcendent, he had some understanding of the Potion Master’s noble status.

On the God-Given Continent, at the same transcendent level, Knights were inferior to Mages, and Mages were inferior to Potion Masters.

This was not referring to their combat prowess, but their status and abilities.

And although Gavin was not a Potion Master, as a Potion Master’s apprentice, he was still incredibly esteemed.

At the very least, Hibo Town had produced over fifteen Apprentice Knights in the past twenty years.

However, there hadn’t been a single Potion Master’s apprentice.

So, after a long hesitation, Barto quietly asked, “Then, do you really have no other way to heal my leg?”

Litton pondered for a moment before calmly speaking, “Perhaps you could invite a Cleric to heal it?”

Barto choked, speechless once again.

Clerics were church clergy, possessing transcendent abilities bestowed by the gods, and their status was almost on par with Potion Masters.

However, Clerics would not heal the injuries of common folk unless under specific circumstances, even if money was offered.

Therefore, inviting a Cleric was even more difficult than inviting a Potion Master.

“Alright… I understand,” Barto said weakly, then waved his hand, dismissing Doctor Litton.

Although Litton couldn’t heal his injury, nor could he offer a cheaper treatment plan, Barto still didn’t dare to lash out at Litton as he had at Poke.

This was because Litton and the Barto Family had signed an equal contract.

If Litton was dissatisfied with him, he could terminate the contract and leave at any time by paying a small price.

“Oh, by the way, where’s Nem? Mr. Litton, please call my eldest son for me when you go out,” Barto remembered something and called out to Litton.

Litton nodded and continued walking out of the bedroom.

A short while later, a drunken figure entered Barto’s bedroom.

“Nem? Damn it, you’re drunk again!”

Barto felt a strong smell of alcohol assault him and immediately became angry.

“You scoundrel, are you trying to infuriate me to death?”

“Your father is already so injured, and you still have the nerve to go out drinking?”

Nem, however, chuckled foolishly and let out a burp, saying, “Father, is there something you need me for?”

Barto suppressed his anger and instructed, “Tomorrow morning, I want you to take me to Kula City.”

Because Gavin’s consultation fee required at least one gold coin, Barto, who was always stingy and didn’t trust others, could only have his son accompany him while he carried the gold coin.

Nem was still in a drunken state, just standing there foolishly.

“You scoundrel, did you hear me?” Barto shouted loudly.

Nem jolted and quickly said, “I understand, Father!”

Barto saw that Nem agreed quickly, but his eyes were completely vacant.

So, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, “What do you understand? Repeat what I just said.”

Nem was stunned, his eyes darting around.

“You just told me, told me to go to Kula City?”

Barto felt his anger rise, but a smile appeared on his face.

“Is that so? And why did I tell you to go to Kula City?”

“Uh, perhaps, it should be…” Nem thought for a long time but couldn’t remember what he was supposed to do.

So, he lowered his head dejectedly, “Sorry, Father, I forgot.”

“Bastard, kneel!”

Barto’s chest heaved. Already dizzy from the fever caused by the infection, he nearly fainted from anger.

Nem, in a panic, knelt down. His movements were incredibly smooth, as if he had practiced a thousand times.

“You good-for-nothing scoundrel who only knows how to drink and is uneducated, are you really trying to infuriate me to death?” Barto roared, pointing at Nem’s nose and scolding him.

“You don’t need to take me tomorrow. You stay home and train properly. Practice the Wild Wolf Breathing Technique a thousand times!”

“No, not tomorrow. You practice it for me right now!”

Barto cursed as he stretched out his hand.

“Give me your notes. I want to see what else you do all day besides drinking!”

Nem lowered his head, shrinking his body, and pouted helplessly.

Every time he made a mistake, Barto would take his notes and watch him practice his punches until he was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

Nem, out of habit, reached into his embrace.

But this time, as he fumbled, his movements suddenly stiffened.

“What? Where are your notes?” Barto noticed something was wrong and asked suspiciously.

Nem, disbelieving, fumbled for a while longer, but still found nothing.

Therefore, his face turned pale, and he looked up, somewhat terrified and timidly, “Father, I think my notes are lost…”

“What?!”

Barto’s eyes widened, and he suddenly sat up from the bed.

“You lost it? Bastard! Trash! Idiot!”

Barto was furious, so enraged that he felt like he would explode.

“You lost it… Why didn’t you just lose yourself?”

This book, the “Wild Wolf Breathing Technique,” although only an elementary Breathing Technique, contained a complete set of Knight skills, including boxing, swordsmanship, horsemanship, and spear techniques!

Moreover, it also carried annotations from an experienced Wild Wolf Knight.

Therefore, its market price was at least twenty gold coins!

Barto had gone through great trouble to acquire it back then.

And Nem actually lost it?

“Father, don’t worry, maybe it fell in the tavern. I’ll go back and look for it right away…”

Nem was sweating profusely and quickly tried to get up to search.

However, as soon as he stood up, he saw Barto convulsing, his eyes rolling back, and falling straight backward.

“Father? Father!”

In an instant, the once quiet Barto Family became a scene of chaos.

Time passed, and it was early the next morning.

The sky was dimly lit, and the sun had not yet risen.

After Ron woke up, he quickly tidied himself and then immediately went to the general store.

At this time, the general store had just opened, and there were not many customers yet.

Ron quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing no one around, he quickly entered and bought the necessary items, then headed straight for the stone house outside the city.

An hour later, Ron saw that the stone house was as he had left it yesterday, with no signs of being opened.

So, he took his belongings and entered.

Inside the stone bed’s leg, in the crevice of the corner wall, Ron lay down and desperately reached his hand in to search.

Two seconds later, he pulled out a small ball wrapped in rags, which was the essence fruit.