After entering the tent, Leo surveyed the goods Akara had for sale—mostly staves that increased skill levels with prices too high to even imagine, along with some scrolls and potions.
Leo took out a Light Healing Potion and a Light Mana Potion and handed them to Akara.
"Please appraise these two potions, Lady Akara."
A look of surprise flickered across Akara's face as she reached out to take the potions.
"Light potions of this grade... I am currently unable to manufacture them. However, if I had enough samples for research, perhaps in the near future, the Rogue Encampment could also produce Light Potions."
Leo breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she was interested; he only feared she wouldn't be. He then brought out all the remaining Light Potions he had.
Seeing Leo's stance, Akara knew this matter was not simple.
"Warrior, if you have any thoughts, please speak freely. The contributions you've made to the camp will always be remembered by the Rogue Encampment."
Leo pulled out the Small Charm that had dropped earlier today.
"Lady Akara, I need charms like this. Our squad can provide a long-term supply of extra Light Potions, and perhaps even better potions in the future. In exchange, I hope to obtain various charms that can be placed in our inventory."
Akara smiled gracefully. "Such charms are indeed a fine way to enhance strength in the early stages. Unfortunately, the Rogues lack an inventory and cannot use them. Although class members rarely part with them, we often battled monsters while building and defending this camp, losing many sisters in the process. We do have some of these charms in our stores.
If you are the one who needs them, Warrior, I can make this decision: 3 Light Healing Potions or 2 Light Mana Potions for one Small Charm; 4 Light Healing Potions or 3 Light Mana Potions for one Large Charm (Medium Charm); 6 Light Healing Potions or 4 Light Mana Potions for one Grand Charm (Large Charm)."
Leo then produced 2 Rejuvenation Potions.
"Lady Akara, how would these potions be exchanged?"
Akara picked up a Rejuvenation Potion. The purple liquid seemed to contain an entire nebula, with countless silver specks of light shimmering inside. Her voice trembled slightly.
"If it is this kind of Rejuvenation Potion... 1 bottle for 3 Small Charms, or 2 Medium Charms, or 1 Large Charm.
Furthermore, if your squad can truly provide a continuous supply of these potions until the camp successfully develops them, then for five years, 1% of the net profit from the sale of these potions will be given to your squad."
Leo hadn't expected Akara to be so generous. He readily exchanged all the potions for Small Charms, totaling 17 in all.
Among them, there were 11 Aquamarine Small Charms of Strength: +5% Poison Resistance, +1 Strength.
And 6 Russet Small Charms of Strength: +5% Fire Resistance, +1 Strength.
As he tucked these enchanting little trinkets into his inventory, his Strength surged to 81 points and his Dexterity reached 58—already comparable to a Level 30 character.
The only ranged attack in the Blood Moor was Poison-based, and there was no aura capable of increasing Poison Resistance. Now, his Poison Resistance had reached 15%. It was a pity he had already picked through the Rogues' entire stock; otherwise, he would have stacked his Poison Resistance to the cap.
Now, he should be able to face the ordinary monsters of the Blood Moor in head-on combat.
Having achieved his goal, Leo bid Akara farewell and ran to the tavern to regroup with the two women who were holding a table. They chatted while ordering dinner.
Now they no longer lacked medicine; not only was there enough left over, but a small portion could even be used to trade for items.
There was also a significant surplus of Gold. Besides monster drops, they had sold quite a bit of white gear. Leo handed 6,000 Gold to Gerdie as a logistics fund and divided the remaining 6,000 Gold equally among the three of them, giving each 2,000 coins.
Leo drank his ale and listened to the surrounding clamor. He really enjoyed this happy atmosphere and ate his dinner with a relaxed heart.
An adolescent Barbarian approached the three of them and greeted Gerdie with great respect. Leo watched with amusement; it looked like a giant bear performing a polite bow to a beast tamer.
However, in the next second, the Barbarian rudely slammed his fist onto the table in front of Leo. The cups on the table jumped, and ale splashed all over Leo's crotch.
Majesty reacted like a cat with bristling fur. She instantly pulled out the Gull dagger and jumped up, looking ready to teach this blind Barbarian a lesson.
The Barbarian was startled to see her pull out a Unique-tier dagger, and he didn't dare meet Majesty's gaze. Still, he braced himself and glared hatefully at Leo, as if Leo had somehow wronged him personally.
Leo pushed the utensils aside and rested his hand on the table. His eyes challenged the Barbarian: Come on, if you're a real man, let's arm wrestle.
The loud noise caused the crowd in the tavern to fall silent for a moment before they erupted into massive jeers, everyone eager for chaos.
"Go on, get him!"
"Whoever backs down is a coward!"
"Haha, this Barbarian's temper is gentler than my grandma's kitten!"
The Barbarian's face turned beet red as he sat down heavily opposite Leo. He stood a full head taller than Leo, and the arm he extended was barely smaller than Leo's thigh. Seeing the two about to clash, the onlookers grew even more excited, shouting and howling like a pack of demons.
The moment their hands locked, the Barbarian's expression changed like a performer in a Sichuan opera. First, he was full of confidence—he was the strongest among the "true" Barbarians. Then, his face became solemn as he realized his opponent's strength was equal to his own. Next, his face turned a deep crimson; he was using every ounce of his strength, yet his opponent remained motionless. Finally, Leo gave a sudden, powerful squeeze—there was a faint sound like a crisp bone crack—and with a forceful push, he slammed the grimacing Barbarian's arm straight onto the floor.
The drunks in the tavern were stunned by the scene, and for a moment, it was dead silent.
Leo looked at the Barbarian, who was clutching his arm and lying on the ground without making a sound. Not bad, he's a tough guy. Leo tossed him a Light Healing Potion.
"Drink it and stand up to talk."
The Barbarian was straightforward too. He picked up the potion with his left hand, stood up, bit the cap off with his teeth, and drank it. His twisted right hand quickly recovered.
Once healed, the Barbarian maintained a stubborn face. "Even if you gave me a healing potion, I won't thank you. From the moment you accepted Big Sister Gerdie into your squad, you became an enemy of the Barbarian tribe."
Leo's head was full of question marks. What is all this? What kind of bratty logic is this?
Gerdie laughed in frustration, her voice rising an octave: "Saul! You little brats! You went out to level up and didn't invite me, forcing your Big Sister to go around acting humble just to find a team. Now that I finally found one, you come here to cause trouble? Are you tired of living?"
Saul felt the terror of being dominated as a child. He stood bolt upright with his head tucked almost to his chest, hands pressed tightly to his sides, looking exactly like a kindergarten child who had made a mistake being scolded by a teacher.
"Big Sister, don't interfere. Your business with us is one thing. Our business with this guy is another!" Saul's momentum didn't fade; his voice got even louder, making Leo's ears itch.
After shouting, he glared fiercely at Leo. "You beat me today, so I'll let you off this once. But we aren't done yet!" After saying his piece, Saul ran out, and the other Barbarians, seeing the situation turn sour, also slipped away completely.
Leo was left with a forehead full of black lines. Watching those brats, he felt like they were running away with his own lost youth.
With this interlude, the three lost interest and disbanded early.
Leo returned to his tent, feeling like his strength was somewhat out of control. Just now, he only wanted to give that brat Saul a little taste of pain, but he had accidentally broken the boy's arm. He sat on the bed using a self-reflection method to adjust his body, trying to adapt to the sudden increase in strength.
Majesty continued to sit by the campfire in meditation.
Gerdie had a harder time; she was still wandering around the encampment, purchasing the daily necessities the squad would need for tomorrow.