Chapter 26 : Class Bonus
Chapter 26: Class Bonus
“This effect……”
Lance’s eyes widened, his face filled with delight.
Although that so-called “Infection Resistance” attribute could not be observed with the naked eye for now,
just the astonishing speed of hemostasis alone had already completely crushed the ordinary products on the market.
With such efficacy, perhaps only those high-end hemostatic products priced at 50 copper coins per jar, like “Troll’s Blood,” could compare.
Lance quickly began calculating in his mind.
The production cost of this ointment was extremely low. The raw materials were readily available, and the cost per unit was at most 10 copper coins.
Meanwhile, the market price for ordinary hemostatic ointments was 18 copper coins.
With his effectiveness, even if he didn’t sell it for 50 copper coins, as long as he priced it at 25 copper coins, it would definitely be fought over by those adventurers who cherished their lives.
This meant that for every jar of ointment, he could earn a net profit of at least 15 copper coins.
Looking at the jar of green ointment in his hand, Lance felt as though he saw a golden road stretching ahead.
“I’m going to be rich!”
In this world of Adventurers, there was no business more profitable than selling life-saving medicine.
And what did money represent!
Attributes, knowledge, skills, equipment, potions, demi-human girls…
That was power!
……
Early the next morning.
The old wooden door of the attic, worn with age, was gently knocked.
Lance opened the door, and Flora stood prettily at the entrance.
This was the girl’s first time visiting Lance’s cramped bachelor apartment. She curiously leaned her head in to look around, her eyes filled with a hint of novelty.
Today, Flora had changed her outfit.
On the bridge of her nose rested a pair of round brass-framed glasses. Her signature twin braids were casually tied with beige cotton-linen strips, giving her a slightly clumsy yet adorable appearance.
She wore a loose off-white linen shirt on top, with delicately ruffled cuffs.
Over the shirt, she had on a forest-green thick canvas halter apron, which was her standard attire while working at the potion shop.
The most eye-catching feature was the large pocket at the front of the apron.
It bulged noticeably, and with her movements, faint rustling sounds could be heard.
As someone familiar with her, Lance didn’t need to guess—inside were definitely stuffed with various jerky or nuts as snacks.
“Come in, don’t mind the mess.”
Lance stepped aside to make room.
To demonstrate the effect to Flora, Lance made two more cuts on yesterday’s gray-furred wild rabbit.
The room was already cramped, and with two people inside, it felt even tighter.
Neither of them minded such details. They leaned close together over the only wooden table, heads nearly touching, staring at the gray rabbit in the cage that looked utterly lifeless.
To be precise, they were staring at the wound on the rabbit’s hind leg, which had already completely scabbed over.
“My goodness……”
Flora pushed up her glasses. Her eyes behind the lenses widened into perfect circles, her face full of disbelief.
“Lance, the speed at which your hemostatic ointment takes effect is almost comparable to a real alchemical potion.”
As a professionally trained potion apprentice, she understood very clearly the limits of ordinary herbal ointments.
Even the most skilled veterans could not produce something with such immediate hemostatic effect using such basic materials.
Flora extended a slender finger and scooped a bit of the green ointment from the jar.
She brought it under her nose and gently sniffed it, her brows soon knitting slightly.
“Strange.”
“There aren’t any special alchemical techniques used here. In fact, the crafting method can be described as quite crude.”
The girl mercilessly pointed out its flaws.
“The residue of the herbs hasn’t been filtered cleanly enough, and the fusion of the oils hasn’t reached optimal consistency.”
“Logically speaking, this should be a defective product.”
At this point, she tilted her head in confusion, her nose almost brushing against Lance’s sleeve.
“Hmm… you don’t have that smell either.”
Like a little puppy, Flora sniffed around Lance carefully.
Normally, potionists capable of enchanting potions or enhancing their effects through special methods would carry a deeply ingrained, complex scent of magical materials.
But Lance only smelled faintly of soap—clean and simple.
Feeling the girl’s warm breath against his neck, Lance grew a little uncomfortable and instinctively shrank his neck back slightly.
“I did make it, no doubt about it.”
Lance spread his hands and admitted it frankly.
Flora straightened up again, her gaze shifting back and forth between the ointment and Lance. Finally, as if she had figured something out, she revealed an enlightened expression.
“Lance, you’re amazing.”
Her tone was filled with genuine admiration.
“This must be your personal talent, right?”
In this fantastical world, talents came in all forms, without any logic.
Flora herself possessed an extremely high affinity for plants, so she naturally attributed everything to that.
“Your talent can directly enhance the final product’s effect. This kind of ability is practically like having a 【Class Bonus】.”
“Class Bonus?”
Lance keenly caught this new term, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
This was his first time hearing it.
Seeing his confusion, Flora patiently explained:
“For example, Aunt Movenna—although she’s only a beginner potionist, her class development specializes in herbal medicine. So the plant-based potions she makes have much higher potency and storage duration compared to those made by potionists without specialization.”
At this point, the girl puffed out her chest slightly, a trace of professional pride appearing on her face.
After all, she was also working toward this direction, although she still had a long way to go before officially taking the class.
“That’s also why, even though there are other potion shops in town, only our shop can secure a long-term supply contract with the Adventurers’ Guild.”
“After all, in terms of effectiveness, the advantage of class holders is a gap that ordinary people simply cannot bridge.”
“I’m working toward that as well.”
After hearing this explanation, Lance suddenly understood.
So that was it.
He had previously wondered why the 【Research Module】 in the system hadn’t provided him with any new recipe blueprints, nor taught him any advanced crafting techniques.
It had merely made him mechanically repeat the refinement process, yet the efficacy had increased out of thin air.
Now it seemed that the system’s “research results” essentially simulated this world’s “Class Bonus” mechanism.
It directly modified the attributes of items at the level of rules.
This cheat was indeed reasonable—it didn’t even require him to come up with an excuse.
“But the magnitude of your bonus is really huge.”
Flora looked at the jar of ointment and gave it extremely high praise.
“If we rate it, this would definitely count as a very powerful rare talent.”
Hearing the affirmation from a professional, the weight in Lance’s heart finally lifted completely.
He looked at Flora and asked the question he cared about most.
“Then can this be consigned for sale at your potion shop?”
Since the effectiveness had passed, and even exceeded expectations, it was time to consider monetizing it.