The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

David’s words struck like lightning, awakening the dreamers, especially the impoverished High Elf conscript prisoners of war.

For a moment, it seemed as if a sparkling mountain of gold had been piled before their eyes.

However, some of them, discovering for the first time that the Healing Potions they routinely stocked as military supplies were actually extracted from dragon dung, immediately turned pale.

But, constrained by the fact that their slave master was a dragon, they could only suppress their disgust as their stomachs gurgled.

"Is the Anger Potion similar?"

"Yes, most of the Anger Potions currently circulating in the market are derived from Crimson Ash stolen nine years ago in the Crimson Calamity’s territory. Moreover, the Crimson Calamity’s bloody massacre back then, coupled with the Elves’ subsequent embargo policy, has affected the supply. Consequently, these two types of potions are only moderately sufficient for military use now, and their market prices are, to put it mildly, quite substantial."

Hiatt’s answer still managed to cause David’s mentally prepared brain to freeze.

So it truly was, damned feces that sustains the people of the entire continent...

Seeing that David was evidently tempted, Hiatt worried he might impulsively suggest some wild idea she couldn’t possibly achieve, even if she risked her life, so she quickly added, "But if you want to produce these two desperately needed potions, everything else isn’t a problem. I even have the formula for the most basic Anger Potion. However, there’s a critical issue that is very troublesome and unavoidable."

David narrowed his eyes slightly, signaling her to speak quickly.