Free Web NovelChapter 1139: Chapter 794: What the Night Watcher Brought (Part 2)
"The Night Watcher’s potion... it’s really strong! It’s ten times more potent than that small bottle of ’Wound Healer’ I bought for ten Gold Coins from Liberty City! Just half a bottle, and I feel warmth right in my bones."
Beside him, a Forest Elf Ranger with a bandaged abdominal wound nodded, his emerald eyes carrying a complex expression.
"Truly an uninformed human. Did you see that blue potion that was sprayed on the corrosive wound?
"Twenty years ago, during a mission against the Fallen Tree Spirits, I was entangled by an Acid Vine. My wound festered for nearly a week, and it took a half drop of the Elder’s treasured ’Moon Well Essence’ to barely save my leg... But the Night Watcher’s stuff, looks... so Ordinary, just spraying it around?"
The arrival of the Night Watcher changed so many, too many things.
"Twenty years ago? I was still playing in the mud..." the Mercenary mumbled.
"It’s more than just spraying!" A stout Gray Mountain Dwarf, who had just fixed his dislocated wrist, interrupted with a rough voice while rubbing his shoulder, but with a satisfied and pleasant look on his face.
"Years ago, I almost got buried in a mine, my leg broke. After being carried out, the Priest in the team hesitated for a long time before giving me a bit of that expensive ’Earth-Healing Balm’.
"That stuff was thick as hell, had a slow Effect, and the price... huh! Enough for me to risk my life for three years at the mine.
"But now, look at the flesh-healing balm in the Medical Soldier’s box, whole jars are taken out, applied as if it costs nothing."
A passing craftsman heard this and glanced at the Dwarf, with eyes full of pity.
Very simple.
Before the Night Watcher, there was no such thing as "Earth-Healing Balm"; this stuff was a pharmaceutical concocted by a Dwarf Alchemist among the Gray Mountain Dwarves as part of their Pharmaceuticals.
Because of its special power, it was very effective on the Dwarven Race’s Constitution.
Therefore, it was extremely popular among the Dwarf community.
Perhaps due to lack of information, some would certainly take the Night Watcher’s very cheaply sold medicines to distant, less informed areas to sell at a high price.
This was a very common situation in previous years.
After Adventurer’s House and Night Patrol quickly established themselves in various regions, this situation slightly eased.
At this time, a young Human Mage dressed in a finely crafted deep blue Mage Robe, with a silver-lined family crest on the cuffs, sighed, his tone carrying a faint loss from the era’s Impact.
"Folks, do you know? In my grandfather’s notes, it was recorded that the small bottle of ’Healing Potion’ just casually used by the Night Watcher was once called the ’Gift of Life.’ During the Arcane War two hundred years ago, it was auctioned off for a staggering ten pounds of mystical Silver.
"And the one just given to you by the Night Watcher... converted to the prices back then, it could be exchanged for a decent estate in the capital region!"
Upon hearing this, everyone around, including several Plain Humans and Warriors of Farmer origin, gasped.
They were once poor folks.
What right did they have to use such a treasure? Selling their entire family as slaves wouldn’t be enough.
A grizzled old fisherman-turned-human Shield Bearer couldn’t help but murmur.
"It’s not just about medicine, young ones." freёweɓnovel.com
He pointed with a roughened finger to the logistics staff of the Night Watcher distributing clean bandages and new spare clothing.
"Look at the material used for bandaging, so delicate and breathable, better than the best linen I bought for my wife back in the day. And these clothes."
He tugged at a gray spare long coat with a numeric label just issued by the Night Watcher.
"Sturdy, durable, the style may be lacking, but it’s truly comfortable to wear. This stuff would cost several Silver Coins at the market outside, wouldn’t it? But they... just give it away!"
He pointed again at those cleaning and distributing weapons damaged in combat.
"And those weapons! Although they are standardized and not fancy, the quality... our town’s Blacksmith Shop couldn’t produce such items for less than an ounce of Gold Coins.
"Here with the Night Watcher..."
"Common as dirt!"
A Half-Elf Merchant suddenly emerged from the corner, having been eavesdropping, and interjected with the typical shrewdness of a Merchant and a hint of helplessness.
He’s a Merchant, and the underhanded dealings done by the Night Watcher are old news in the business world.
No Merchant refrains from spitting on it.
"More than common! Ever since the ’Adventurer’s House’ expanded and the Night Watcher’s logistical factories started up, the price of basic materials... how to put it?"
He exaggeratedly spread his arms and then clapped them together, "Wham! Dropping like a stone into water. Ordinary iron weapons and armor?
"Profits have long disappeared!"
"Only enchanted items and special materials still earn some hard-earned money, the potion market is really competitive."
"Now even the bandages our Mercenary Corps regularly uses are wholesaled from the Night Watcher’s ’Savior’ Apothecary Store, available in large quantities at a price so cheap it makes you want to cry!"
Why does the Mage Alliance dislike the Night Watcher so much?
Isn’t it because the Night Watcher cut off their financial routes.
Once, enchanted equipment, potions, scrolls, and other magic-related items were important sources of funding for Mages.
Now they’ve all been monopolized by the Night Watcher.
As the saying goes, cutting off one’s financial means is like killing one’s parents.
If it weren’t for the reality that they couldn’t afford to provoke the Night Watcher, the Mage United Council would have wiped them out long ago.
Now, the Neutral Faction and the Savior Faction have long infiltrated the Night Watcher through pre-existing channels.
The remaining hardliners are just awaiting decay and destruction.
"Ha! The Merchant brother is feeling the pinch~" the people nearby laughed.
These people enjoyed seeing profiteers suffer.
Nothing brings more joy than seeing profiteers lose money.
The Half-Elf Merchant shrugged, "Not exactly heartbroken, there are always opportunities elsewhere. It’s just that this world... has really changed."
He watched the Night Watcher’s logistics squad distributing food, water, and even setting up small purification devices in safe zones so adventurers could drink clean, warm water.
"In the past, Power was the plaything of nobles, potions were rare treasures, and a good sword or set of armor took generations to pass down.
"Now? As long as you’re willing, you can pass the basic test of ’Adventurer’s House,’ earn enough Points for a ’Craftsman Blessing,’ and with a little money, buy equipment and potions...
"As long as you’re not afraid to die, dare to fight, Ordinary people can stand here like us, discussing how to clear the fog of the thousand-year continent, build a manor, or even establish a territory!"
His words were simple, but they hit the heart of all adventurers who came from humble backgrounds.
Though he was a profiting Merchant, he was also part of the expedition team, and in the recent battle, he performed exceptionally, not like a timid guy afraid of trouble.
These were once the Earth’s most Ordinary Farmers, Craftsmen, Apprentices, Fishermen... thanks to the unprecedented wave brought by the Night Watcher of popularizing, democratizing, and standardizing Power and resources across the board.
It gave them the chance to change their destinies and board this giant steel ship, pursuing dreams that were grand or modest.
The noisy sea breeze still carried the salty tang and lingering smoke, yet on this ship cutting through the waves, sailing into the unknown.
A profound warmth regarding the changes of the era and personal fate flowed silently among the adventurers who had survived the life-and-death struggles and witnessed the incredible transformation brought by the Night Watcher. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Exhausted bodies were quickly restored under the nourishment of potent potions, and their gazes toward the busy gray figures carried an indescribable complexity.
It was gratitude, awe, and a true awareness of this completely transformed era offering unprecedented opportunities.
Who among them, the ones from the lower strata, were most grateful to?
Unquestionably it is the Night Watcher who has had immense prestige among their class from the very beginning.
In the past, the Holy Light Church held such esteem.
And the Holy Light Church and the Night Watcher have almost completely merged forces now.
These two had silently bound the strength of the grassroots years ago.
Locked in the majority of these people.
