Vampire Summoner's Rebirth: Summoning The Vampire Queen At The Start

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"W-What do you know about these potions, you're just a serf kid!" he asked.

"I know that the component you're using for the Mana Potion is poisonous." I said.

"Eh?!"

He reacted; I knew it.

My eyes never deceive me!

Although I cannot use Eyes of Truth yet, I can enhance my eyes using Qi, and then I can use the power of the Butcher Skill, which also allows me to inspect the quality of items, with both combined, I was able to discern dangerous toxins inside the potions.

"If you don't want me to divulge this information, just tell me what the ingredients are." I said.

The old man looked at me with anger.

"Why would I care if you divulge any words? Who would believe a kid?!" he asked.

"The fact that you're freaking out over the measly words of a serf kid such as me already proves to me that you're lying." I said.

"Ungh?!" the merchant looked at me in shock, people had already begun to gather around.

My father was freaking out, looking at me as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"B-Blake stop!" he cried.

"This damn kid is making a fuss over wanting a damn recipe?!" muttered the merchant.

Suddenly, the merchant spoke to me, whispering to my ears.

"Berehilde Grass, Morning Dew Flower Petals, Spirit Orbs, Mana Stones, and Water! Fine with that now? Not like you'll ever be able to make it! A-And it is something everyone knows anyways…" he said.

"I see, so the Berehilde Grass is not well refined, making the toxins it possesses leak into the whole potion? Yes, perhaps one single potion won't do bad, but several ones could potentially cripple the magic of a person, and you're selling this off so expensively?" I questioned, whispering near his ears.

"Ungh?! How do you know so much?" he asked in shock.

"I have the insight; my Talent is Alchemist." I said.

p "A-Alchemist? I see… it makes sense…" the old man said.

He was an idiot, and I love to abuse idiots.

This old man could be a potential connection to what I seek…

It is worth a shot.

"Are you by any chance looking for Alchemists for your little business? This time I can guarantee you a Potion without side effects with less cost and time to make." I said.

The people had already stopped looking like the discussion was over, changing to a private talk.

My father was left dumbfounded as he looked at me talking like an expert.

"You're only a kid, how can I even trust you this much? And are you even capable of doing what you said?" he asked.

"I am more than capable. Give me the materials used for this potion here and I will bring you a potion tomorrow morning." I said.

The man looked into my eyes, which were blazing with so much confidence that he couldn't believe I was just a kid.

"If I fail, I'll pay you the cost of the materials by double the price. I won't be able to pay, so you can enslave me." I said.

"W-What?! Blake stop!" said my father.

I stopped my father with a single stare.

"Trust me." I said.

"B-Blake…" my father muttered as he looked at me.

"Heh… You're messing with the wrong man! A slave with the Alchemist Talent would sell for a lot, you know? Alright then! Here, but you'll have to sign this." said the man.

He gave me a paper which would be our contract.

"Good." I said.

I had read it all, it was according to what we spoke, there were no small print I missed.

"Hah! I hope you prepare yourself to be enslaved, Blake… Now scram off here. You stink like wolf." He said.

"Thanks for your business." I said with a smile, I carried the materials in a bag with my father.

"Blake, what the heck… how… eh? How did you even… did that?" he asked.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Talk… with a merchant and even manage to do such a thing? Also you have no Talent…" he said.

"I am a Hero, father, I have many talents. The Holy Spirit has whispered to me the right words and I had only said them. They're guiding me and they said this was the path I had to take now. This is my challenge, a trial I must undergone. Father, they will guide me, and I will make the best potion." I said.

"M-My son… Are the Holy Spirits… so talkative?" wondered my father.

"Yes, way too much, they're annoying at times." I said.

I've once more managed to bullshit my way through this.

In my previous life and even in this world, the talent I had the most was…

Bullshitting.

Since I was a kid in my previous life, I saved my own life countless times like this.

And I've used it to scam countless people as well.

But what's the best thing you need to have when you try to bullshit someone else?

Confidence!

Endless confidence!

My eyes blazed with such confidence that the merchant couldn't do anything but believe me.

My voice was firm, I never faltered. My words were straight and to the point.

He realized I was saying something right, because I knew it with my knowledge. That potion was indeed going to cripple someone if they drank many of them, and he could get potentially caught by the merchant guild for selling defective goods.

I believe he knew all of this and decided to give it a shot, and even if he were to be wrong, he would get a Slave with an Alchemist Talent.

Of course, I have no such talent, it was yet more bullshit I had said.

I didn't even ask for his name, but I know his face.

I will bring to him tomorrow morning the best potion he has ever seen on his entire life.

After this incident, we went to sell wolf pelts.

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