Chapter 228: Family

Of course, there was no reply. Moira didn’t have any extra stock on hand. Everything would have to wait until tomorrow.

Back in her room, Moira changed the designated production on the Pharmacy Box from Awakening Medicine to Recovery Potions.

Unlike the Awakening Potion, which only had one option, recovery potions were a broad category. There were several types in total: for restoring stamina, for restoring vitality, for restoring spiritual power, and for restoring the body’s internal energy.

Moira thought for a moment and decided not to specify a single type, instead setting it to produce all types of recovery potions at once.

Just past midnight, Moira had an additional ten thousand bottles of various recovery potions.

She opened the backend.

Moira saw the long, seemingly endless stream of notifications and couldn’t help but blink, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

’Um, what was his username again?’

Fortunately, Moira had a good memory. ’I think it was Daydream.’

Moira finally found Daydream in the long list of contacts. When she clicked on the name, she saw there was only a single message.

[Daydream]: Hello, I’d like to buy some recovery potions. Please reply when you see this. Price is not an issue.

’He seems polite enough.’

[SoySauceDrunkard]: How many do you want?

Knowing that Kai York was still awake, Moira didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

[Daydream]: There are four of us. One hundred bottles each, so four hundred total. Is that okay?

[SoySauceDrunkard]: Fine. Come to the fifth floor of the shop.

Moira placed four hundred recovery potions on the fifth floor in advance. All Kai York had to do was come over for a simple cash-for-goods exchange.

Meanwhile, Kai York was still processing what had just happened, not having expected her to agree so easily.

’Didn’t everyone say SoySauceDrunkard ignores people? Why do I feel like she’s pretty easy to talk to?’

’If I’d known she was this reasonable, I would’ve contacted SoySauceDrunkard much sooner.’

"Wait, I don’t think I asked about the price."

[Daydream]: Wait, I don’t think we’ve discussed the price yet.

This time, however, he received no reply. Moira had already logged out of the backend.

Back in her room, Moira slowly opened her hand. A weapon composed of over a dozen spinning pieces of Yeti Horn appeared in her palm.

After more than a month of hard work, Snowy had finally eaten almost all of the Yeti Horns.

Next, Moira just had to completely remove the impurities from within them.

However, this was no simple task.

After toiling all night, Moira hadn’t managed to fully purify even a single Yeti Horn.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Moira got up to open the door and saw Kai York at the entrance, holding a box.

Although she already knew what was in the box, Moira still asked, "What’s inside?"

"Recovery potions," Kai York said, carefully placing the box on the table. "In here are potions for restoring stamina, vitality, spiritual power, and the body’s internal energy. There are twenty-five bottles of each kind."

Moira put on a surprised expression. "You really got in touch with them?"

Kai York looked proud. "But of course. This just goes to show the importance of personal charm."

Watching Kai York preen like a peacock, Moira rolled her eyes. ’Praise him a little and it goes straight to his head.’

"How much? I’ll pay you."

Moira got ready to take out her money—no, wait, her gold.

’After all, even close friends should keep clear accounts,’ she thought. ’Besides, the potions were hers to begin with. It’s just moving money from one pocket to another. No matter how you slice it, I’m the one who profits.’

Besides, taking his money for potions that were already hers... Moira’s barely-existent conscience began to ache faintly.

"No need, no need! It’s not that much," Kai York quickly refused. But then his tone shifted, and he rubbed his hands together. "However, if you absolutely insist on paying, it’s not out of the question."

Seeing his expression, Moira asked, "Alright, spit it out. What do you have your eye on?"

"That Reviving Wine you’re steeping... could you give me a little?"

Moira hadn’t expected Kai York to want that.

"The Reviving Wine is too potent. You’ll have issues if you drink it," Moira said frankly.

Kai York was in his twenties, an age where he was already brimming with vitality. If he drank the Reviving Wine, his nose would probably bleed hard enough to shoot from the floor to the ceiling.

"It’s not for me to drink. I’m giving it to my grandfather."

Moira didn’t know much about Kai York’s family, but she’d known from the moment she met the trio that their backgrounds were anything but simple.

However, Moira didn’t want anything from them, so she had never made a point of inquiring.

The "old man" Kai York spoke of was likely an elder relative—his father or grandfather.

"I can do that, but the Reviving Wine hasn’t steeped long enough. It’s best to let it steep for a full month, and it’s been less than that."

Hearing Moira agree, Kai York looked like he wanted to throw his head back and laugh. "That’s fine! As long as you’ve agreed, that’s all that matters."

Seeing his reaction, Moira asked quizzically, "I remember giving you some Soul Resurrection Grass tendrils before. If you wanted some, you could’ve just steeped your own."

At this, Kai York looked a little embarrassed. "My grandfather took all of those."

Ever since getting those Soul Resurrection Grass tendrils, his grandfather had guarded them like they were his own eyeballs, not letting anyone touch them. His own father was out of luck.

He had originally wanted to ask his other companion or Hugh Finch for some, but it turned out their stashes of Soul Resurrection Grass tendrils had also long been confiscated by the elders in their families.

The families of Kai York and his two friends had known each other for generations. Since none of the three were the eldest son in their respective families, their elders were relatively relaxed in raising them. As long as they avoided vice, gambling, and drugs, didn’t break the law, didn’t try to kill themselves, and didn’t attempt to start a business, simply staying alive was good enough. As a result, the three of them had a pretty good relationship with their families.

This time, they were completely out of options, which was why he had set his sights on Moira’s Reviving Wine.

Only then did it click for Moira. "Your families are on the base too? Then how come I never see you guys go home?"

Hearing this, Kai York gave her a speechless look. "Come on, Moira, could you at least pretend to care about us now and then? We do go back to visit occasionally. We just moved out on our own a long time ago and got used to it, so we don’t go back to live there."

"Oh, oh, right," Moira chuckled drily. ’Is that how it is? I really hadn’t paid any attention.’

"Anyway, the Reviving Wine needs to steep for at least a month, so tell your grandfather to wait a bit longer. It should be just about ready after this game is over."

Hearing this, Kai York nodded. "In that case, I won’t tell my grandfather yet, just to keep him from getting impatient."

After Kai York left, Moira put away the box of recovery potions.

’And just like that, the problem of the potions’ origin was solved.’

She stretched. There were still a few days left; she had to hurry and finish purifying the Yeti Horns.

She also had to occasionally use the Golden and Red Celestial Eyes, which she had left on several different planets, to observe the situation.