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Chapter 141: We Werewolves May Be Poor, But... We Still Have Blood!
Chapter 141: We Werewolves May Be Poor, But... We Still Have Blood!
Chapter 141: We Werewolves May Be Poor, But We Still Have Blood!
Three Galleons for a bottle of blood?
Ivan's words echoed through the hall, and the previously skeptical Werewolf wizards began to feel their hearts sway.
Three Galleons might not seem like much, but for them, it was a significant amount.
After all, in Knockturn Alley, few wizards were willing to employ werewolves, and even when they were hired, their wages were pitifully low, only a few Galleons a month.
Now, just by giving a little blood, they could earn what would normally take them over half a month. Naturally, they were very tempted, even Fenrir began to hesitate.
Seeing this, Walker, who had just been defeated by the young wizard, felt a surge of anger. He felt that the dignity of Werewolf wizards was being insulted.
"Enough! No one here will sell their blood to you!" Walker stood up, pointing his Wand at Ivan.
Ivan completely ignored him and shouted out loud.
"Four Galleons a bottle!"
With Ivan's words, the Werewolf wizards in the hall became even more tempted, but no one spoke up.
Noticing this, Walker breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ivan with a smug expression, wanting to tell the young wizard that even though they were poor, they still had their dignity!
However, Walker did not realize that no one spoke up because they were hoping Ivan would continue to raise the price.
Dignity and pride had been largely eroded over the years of discrimination and exclusion. At most, they still had some lines they wouldn't cross.
Ivan was well aware of this, so instead of raising the price further, he added a condition.
"I only need five bottles of blood!"
The next moment, the previously silent Werewolf wizards could no longer sit still. They put down their bowls of bread porridge and moved closer.
"Five bottles of blood, the agreed total of twenty Galleons, I can give you!"
"Use my blood; they are too old, mine is more vibrant!"
"Only five bottles? That's too few. Are you sure it's enough for your research? We can draw a hundred or eighty bottles if you need more."
Walker stared dumbfounded at the Werewolf wizards rolling up their sleeves, ready to give blood. It felt as if something inside him had shattered.
He suddenly turned to look at Ivan, expecting to see a mocking gaze and perhaps a few taunting words.
However, Ivan didn't even glance at him. Instead, he turned to the eager Werewolf wizards and said,
"Don't rush, there's exactly one bottle per person, everyone will get a share!"
Feeling ignored, Walker's face turned red and then white, and he finally stormed out into the courtyard.
Ivan paid him no mind. This brat just needed a bit more of life's hardships; a few more days of hunger would make him behave.
Waving his Wand, the cups on the table began to twist and transform into large beakers. Ivan was precise; each beaker could hold about 600 milliliters of Werewolf blood.
This amount of blood wouldn't affect their daily activities, but any more could cause discomfort.
After all, Ivan wasn't a monster. He cared about these blood donors and was considerate of the Werewolf wizards. If he needed more, he could always come back in a while.
According to Ivan's calculations, this amount of blood would be enough to make over thirty bottles of Wolfsbane Potion, sufficient for both samples and initial sales.
Such a large bottle? The Werewolf wizards looked at the large beaker on the table and no one dared to say they would do it all by themselves. Except for Walker, there were exactly five Werewolf wizards present, and they all obediently started to let their blood.
At first, Ivan planned to transfigure a few syringes to help with the bloodletting, but these Werewolf wizards were all more impatient than the last, and they directly cut their wrists to let the blood flow!
Seeing this, Fenrir sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and joined the bloodletting. Four Galleons was not a small amount.
Crimson blood flowed from their wrists and poured into the beaker.
Ivan once again witnessed the remarkable healing abilities of the Werewolf wizards, especially Fenrir. After cutting his wrist, the blood hadn't even filled the beaker before the wound had already stopped bleeding. Fenrir had to frown and cut himself again.
Ivan immediately realized he might have underestimated the healing speed of the Werewolves. If he had known, he should have brought a larger bottle.
Before long, the five beakers were filled with blood. The Werewolf wizards looked at Ivan with eager eyes, waiting for him to pay the promised Galleons, and even asked if he needed more Werewolf Blood!
Ivan did not disappoint. He took out twenty Galleons from his wizard Robe and placed them on the table, adding a reminder.
"After letting blood, you should eat more nutritious food during this period. Bread and porridge won't fill you up and are not good for recovery. If possible, it would be better to buy some cheap nutrient potions, or you can go to the Muggle Market and buy some red dates to eat."
Upon receiving the Galleons, the Werewolf wizards, who had initially felt uncomfortable about selling their blood, were touched by Ivan's genuine concern.
Due to their special status, almost no normal wizards were willing to approach them, let alone care for them. They usually had to rely on each other for support.
With the mood turning positive, Ivan's Affinity Talent gradually began to take effect, and by the time he left, the relationship between them had become much more amicable.
At least they were no longer as wary and defensive as they were at the beginning.
Ivan was very satisfied. Once the Wolfsbane Potion needed to be produced in large quantities, these Werewolf wizards would be an excellent blood supply, so it was important not to strain their relationship.
By evening, Ivan, carrying five large bottles of Werewolf blood, finally left.
On his way, as Ivan passed through an abandoned street, he suddenly stopped. Douglas was holding his Wand, his eyes filled with amusement.
At the end of the street, a thin figure stood there, none other than Walker, who had run out in a fit of pique earlier.
"Is there something you need? Or do you plan to challenge me again?" Ivan asked, puzzled.
"If you two hadn't ganged up on me, I wouldn't have lost!" Walker said angrily, his memory still stuck on the moment he transformed into a wolf, so he didn't know that Ivan had used a Spell to blow up a whole section of the stone wall.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying. At that moment, he noticed that Walker looked off. His face was pale, and his lips had no color at all.
Could he be here to extort something?
Various thoughts raced through Ivan's mind. Just as he was puzzled, he saw Walker suddenly throw two bottle-shaped objects his way. Ivan caught them instinctively and realized they contained blood, causing him to look at Walker in surprise.
(End of Chapter)
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