This was a tenfold dilution of the Healing Potion. It wasnât that she was a profiteer.
Rather, it was a formula sheâd developed after a series of experiments.
The formulaâs hemostatic effect wasnât bad, it just didnât 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.
"Thereâs a limit of one vial per person."
She did this to prevent people from hoarding large quantities of the hemostatic spray.
"Alright, Iâll just take one then."
Fern Spencer understood the reasoning; good things couldnât 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 Crawfordâs men."
Fern Spencer said before she left.
"Whoâs Hugo Crawford?" Nina Jacobs asked, confused.
"You donât 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.
âHow is Uncle Hale involved in this?â
"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.
âSomething like that happened?â
Nina Jacobs frowned. Sheâd never heard Daniel Hale or Vera Coleman mention it.
âIt must have happened while I was in City J.â
"Anyway, the point is that Hugo Crawford is not a good guy.
Heâs 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 dayâs 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 youâre looking for."
Nina Jacobs didnât look at him again, instead pushing a price list across the table.
"My nameâs Keith Dempsey. Nice to meet you?"
Recognizing that he was trying to get chummy with her, Nina Jacobs looked up.
"If youâre not buying anything, Iâll 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.
âThis guy looks shifty. Heâs probably not up to any good.â
Sure enough, Keith Dempsey gave a sly chuckle.
"You know, that kind of medicine... an aphrodisiac, something to get a manâs blood pumping..."
Seeing the color drain from Claire Warnerâs 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 youâre looking for."
âI do have some of that stuff in my storage space, things I just happened to pick up.â
âBut I have no intention of selling it.â
"I can pay more. To be honest, my superior ordered me to find this stuff.
Iâm not the one trying to hurt anyone."
Keith Dempsey tried to explain.
"Your superior must have some interesting hobbies,
but I donât have what youâre looking for."
"Itâs not for him! My superior is getting it for someone else.
Donât go spreading rumors."
Keith Dempsey hastily clarified.
"Oh? Is that right."
Nina recalled Fern Spencerâs words. This was almost certainly Keith Dempsey looking for drugs for Hugo Crawford.
Seeing that Claire Warner didnât sell what he wanted, Keith Dempsey had no choice but to buy some other supplies first.
"By the way, I might have some connections,"
"I could ask around for you."
Nina Jacobs said, pretending to think.
"Really?" Keith Dempsey perked up immediately.
"But youâll have to tell me what itâs for."
Nina Jacobs was trying to fish for more information.
"I definitely canât tell you that.
I can only say it wonât kill anyone. At most, itâll just ruin a few reputations."
Keith Dempsey thought for a moment, willing to reveal only that much.
"Good enough. If I get my hands on some, how would I contact you?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
Keith Dempsey thought for a moment, then leaned in close. "My friend works at window number 3 in the Superpower User Registration Office.
Just go there and tell him youâre looking for Keith Dempsey, and youâll be able to get in touch with me."
"Got it."
âEven though I didnât get the answers I wanted, itâs clear this Keith Dempsey really has connections.â
âOr rather, Hugo Crawfordâs connections?â
âBut Hugo Crawford was already kicked out of the rescue team...â
Nina Jacobs thought for a moment but decided to keep this matter in mind.
The tin shack was soundproof, so people outside couldnât hear the conversation within.
Keith Dempsey had confirmed this from the outside before daring to discuss such things with Claire Warner.
In his eyes, Claire Warner was just a Space Superpower User with a few connections.
Meanwhile, Fern Spencerâs advertising was a great success.
Throughout the afternoon, Nina Jacobs sold dozens of vials of the hemostatic spray.
Just as she was about to close up shop and retract the safe house, the system sent another notification:
[Detected that the hostâs current actions will lead to the rescue of 36 humans in several days. Triggering the "Selfless Savior" title. Reward: 36 vials of "Healing Potion".]
âSelling supplies can save people?â
Nina Jacobs suspected this was a direct result of her selling the hemostatic spray.
So, the more she sold, the more Healing Potions she would get.
âItâs a truly virtuous cycle...â
There was still some time left in the day, so she decided to go to the base and check things out.
The road leading to the base had been cleared and was remarkably clean.
Driving her SUV, Nina Jacobs soon arrived outside the base.
"Nina Jacobs? Youâre back?!"
A somewhat familiar voice called out. Nina Jacobs turned to look, a hint of surprise on her face.
Timothy Renner and his group hadnât expected to see Nina Jacobs here either.
"Renner, you all are..."
Nina Jacobs realized that besides Timothy Renner, almost everyone from the abandoned construction site in City J was present.
They were all wearing matching orange vests.
Nina Jacobs recognized the vests; only volunteers participating in the baseâs construction wore them.
"Heh heh, thanks to you, weâve all found jobs at the base now,"
Timothy Renner replied with a smile.
After they had parted ways at the abandoned construction site in City J,
they had followed the map Nina Jacobs gave them and managed to find the City D shelter without too much trouble.
Although they lost a few people along the way, it was the best outcome they could have hoped for.
Later, following Nina Jacobsâs advice, they signed up to help with the base construction.
This life was much better than lazing around at the abandoned construction site.
"Iâm so glad you all made it here safely,"
Nina Jacobs said sincerely.
"Are you here for the lottery, too?"
Eve Lewis asked.
"Iâm just planning to go in and take a look."
Nina Jacobs said a temporary goodbye to the group.
Myra Lawson had already given her the keys to three apartments.
If she wasnât satisfied with them, she could look at others.