This was a tenfold dilution of the Healing Potion. It wasn’t that she was a profiteer.
Rather, it was a formula she’d developed after a series of experiments.
The formula’s hemostatic effect wasn’t bad, it just didn’t heal wounds as quickly.
The price she set was also just 50 regular Crystal Cores for a small vial.
"Can I buy a few more vials?"
Fern Spencer asked.
But Claire Warner shook her head.
"There’s a limit of one vial per person."
She did this to prevent people from hoarding large quantities of the hemostatic spray.
"Alright, I’ll just take one then."
Fern Spencer understood the reasoning; good things couldn’t be in unlimited supply.
Fortunately, although the spray vial was small, it could be used many times.
After all, bleeding out in the open was a death sentence.
As long as it could stop the bleeding, it was life-saving medicine.
"By the way, that blondie named Keith Dempsey is probably one of Hugo Crawford’s men."
Fern Spencer said before she left.
"Who’s Hugo Crawford?" Nina Jacobs asked, confused.
"You don’t even know who Hugo Crawford is?"
Seeing Claire Warner shake her head, Fern Spencer was at a loss for how to explain.
"Then you must at least know about Daniel Hale, the Spiritual Element Superpower User in our shelter, right?"
Sharon Thorne chimed in.
"...I know a little about him."
Nina Jacobs was surprised.
’How is Uncle Hale involved in this?’
"Hugo Crawford used to be on the rescue team. Once, when he and Daniel Hale were on a mission and ran into danger, he just up and abandoned him."
"Luckily, a few other Superpower Users happened to pass by and rescued Daniel Hale. The whole incident caused a huge uproar at the time, and Hugo Crawford was stripped of his position."
Fern Spencer explained.
’Something like that happened?’
Nina Jacobs frowned. She’d never heard Daniel Hale or Vera Coleman mention it.
’It must have happened while I was in City J.’
"Anyway, the point is that Hugo Crawford is not a good guy.
He’s formed his own team now. Probably because his Superpower is strong and he used to be a rescue team captain, a lot of people have joined him."
As Fern Spencer was explaining, they could hear someone knocking impatiently on the door outside.
"Right. And Fern is warning you because those guys you beat up the day before yesterday afternoon also work for Hugo Crawford."
Sharon Thorne added.
"I understand. Thank you both."
Nina Jacobs made a mental note of it.
After that, a few more groups of customers came to the little shop.
Nina Jacobs was pleasantly surprised to find her system was ready for an upgrade.
However, she decided to finish the day’s business first.
The door of the tin shack was pushed open again.
A young man with a head full of bleached-blond hair walked in alone.
"Heard you sell everything here?"
Keith Dempsey sized up the inside of the tin shack, then looked at Claire Warner.
"Not everything. Depends on if I have what you’re looking for."
Nina Jacobs didn’t look at him again, instead pushing a price list across the table.
"My name’s Keith Dempsey. Nice to meet you?"
Recognizing that he was trying to get chummy with her, Nina Jacobs looked up.
"If you’re not buying anything, I’ll have to call in the next customer."
Rebuffed, Keith Dempsey had no choice but to ask in a low voice,
"I just heard Fern Spencer mention that you sell medicine here?"
"What kind of medicine are you looking for?" Nina Jacobs asked.
’This guy looks shifty. He’s probably not up to any good.’
Sure enough, Keith Dempsey gave a sly chuckle.
"You know, that kind of medicine... an aphrodisiac, something to get a man’s blood pumping..."
Seeing the color drain from Claire Warner’s face, Keith Dempsey quickly added,
"Or something that can make a person fall asleep would work too.
Price is no object."
A large bag of Crystal Cores was placed in front of Nina Jacobs.
Nina Jacobs said coldly,
"I only sell regular medicine for treating illnesses here, not what you’re looking for."
’I do have some of that stuff in my storage space, things I just happened to pick up.’
’But I have no intention of selling it.’
"I can pay more. To be honest, my superior ordered me to find this stuff.

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