"Come in." A deep voice said from inside, hearing that I opened the door and walked inside. The room was normal office size, there was a wooden desk and behind it was a man in a suit.
He looked to be mid-forties with jet black hair and a small beard, which is cut very professionally.
He is wearing a blue suit and badge of Wisdom Tower; seeing the design and color of the badge, I know he is the Emperor Stage powerhouse, and by the faint aura that is coming from him, he is either at peak stage or a high stage; it is quite hard to distinguish.
"Professor Lucas, thank you for inviting me," I said politely as I entered inside, "It's no trouble, the goods you have are quite good that the tower has sent me to make the deal." He said as he motioned me a seat.
"The Ailment Roses you harvest are very good for the research and teaching young healers, but don't you think you are asking too much." He said, "A drop of Violet Clear Water is very precious and needs quite a lot of effort to harvest it." He added while pressuring me faintly with his aura.
The aura is faint, and I felt like a mountain weighing on me. The Emperor Stage powerhouse is so powerful that the simple breath of the weakest Emperor could turn me into dust.
Still, despite facing such aura, there was no change in my space; a soft smile on my face has even widened up by a fraction.
In the six month of my lessons with the teacher, she had many times pressured me with her aura. I can't count the number of times I bled and fainted by it.
Compared to what I had faced from the teacher, this is nothing that I did not have to strain myself to bear. His eyes showed faint surprise seeing my nonchalance, but that surprise has disappeared as it came, but the aura continued to pressure me.
"Professor, the Roses are the resource only I could create, and the teacher said that I should ask for three drops of Violet Clear Water instead of one," I replied with a smile.
His expression faltered for a moment when he heard me mention my teacher before the smile on his face widened a little.
"Your teacher, how can I forget about her. An accomplished Healer like her would have seen the value of the roses just as a glance," he said with a sigh before he looked at me directly.
"Are creating these through the Art, if you are then Wisdom Tower willing to finance your practice, no matter how much resources you need for your practice, the tower will give it to you." He said the hope is very apparent in his eyes.
"My apologies, but I could not give you my Art even if I wanted to; it had come with my Inheritance," I replied; a look of disappointment appeared on his face before it turned to normal.
"How many curse Roses can you provide? Wisdom Tower is willing to buy all your have." he asked, "I could provide you at least ten thousand and more if I have left some by the end of the month." I replied.
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