Chapter 141 We Werewolves Are Poor, But... We Still Have Blood!

Chapter 141 We werewolves are poor, but we still have blood!

Three galleons for a bottle of blood?

Ivan's words resounded in the hall, and the werewolf wizards whose eyes were originally full of suspicion became excited.

Although three Galleons is not much, it is still very considerable for them.

You must know that there are very few wizards in Knockturn Alley who are willing to let werewolves like them work. Even if they are recruited, the salary is pitifully low, only a few galleons per month.

Now as long as they bleed some blood, they can earn more than half a month's salary. Naturally, they are very excited, and even Fulen begins to hesitate.

Seeing Ivan, the little wizard who had just defeated him, preparing to use a few gold galleons to buy their blood, Walker was very angry and felt that the dignity of their werewolf wizards had been offended.

"Enough! No one here will sell blood to you!" Walker stood up and pointed at Ivan with his wand.

Ivan didn't pay attention to what he meant, but spoke loudly.

"Four galleons a bottle!"

Following Ivan's words, the werewolf wizards in the hall became even more excited, but no one chose to speak out.

Walker breathed a sigh of relief after noticing this, and turned to look at Ivan proudly, wanting to tell the little wizard that although they were poor, they still had dignity!

However, Walker didn't know it. No one spoke, they just hoped that Ivan would continue to increase the price.

For them, dignity and blood have been almost worn away by so many years of exclusion and discrimination. At most, there are still some bottom lines that cannot be crossed.

Ivan also knew this, so instead of continuing to increase the price, he added a restriction.

"I only need five bottles of blood!"

The next moment, the originally silent werewolf wizards couldn't sit still anymore. They put down the bread and porridge in their hands and leaned over.

"Five bottles of blood, the total agreed upon is twenty galleons, I can give it to you!"

"Use my blood, they're too old, mine is a little more energetic!"

"It's only five bottles, which is too little. Are you sure it's enough for research? Don't you need more? We can also smoke out one hundred and eighty bottles."

Walker stared blankly at the werewolf wizards who were pulling up their sleeves and preparing to bleed, and something seemed to be broken in his heart.

Turning his head suddenly to look at Ivan, Walker thought that the other person would look at him with mocking eyes, and even make some sarcastic remarks.

However, Ivan didn't even look at him. Instead, he persuaded the eager werewolf wizards.

"Don't worry, everyone, there is just one bottle of blood for each person, and everyone has a share!"

Feeling that he was being ignored, Walker's face turned red and white, and finally ran into the yard in anger.

Ivan ignored him at all. This naughty boy just lacked the beatings from society. He would be better off if he was hungry for a few more days.

Waving his magic wand, several cups on the table began to twist and deform, turning into several large beakers. Ivan was very accurate. Each beaker could hold approximately 600 ml of werewolf blood.

This amount of bloodletting will not affect their daily work. Any more bloodletting may cause some discomfort.

After all, Ivan is not a devil. He still cares about these blood banks. He is very considerate of these werewolf wizards. If they are not enough, they can come back later.

According to Ivan's estimation, this blood is enough to make more than thirty bottles of wolfsbane potion, whether it is distributed as a sample or sold in the early stage.

Such a big bottle? The werewolf wizards looked at the large beakers on the table. No one said anything like it was all for one person. Except for Walker, there were exactly five werewolf wizards present, and they all started bleeding honestly.

At first, Ivan planned to transform into several syringes to help draw blood. Who knew that these werewolf wizards became more impatient than the other and cut their wrists directly to draw blood!

Seeing this situation, Fulen sighed, rolled up his sleeves and joined the bloodletting process. Four galleons was a lot.

Scarlet blood flowed from his wrist and poured into the beaker.

Ivan once again saw the outstanding recovery ability of the werewolf wizards, especially Fulun. After cutting his wrist, the wound stopped bleeding before the blood filled the beaker, and Fulun had to cut again with a frown.

Ivan suddenly felt that he had underestimated the werewolves' blood recovery speed. If he had known better, he should have gotten a bigger bottle.

It didn't take long for the five beakers to be filled with blood. A group of werewolf wizards looked at Ivan eagerly, waiting for him to pay the gold Galleons he had agreed to, and even asked if they wanted more wolf blood. !

Ivan did not disappoint them. He took out twenty gold galleons from the wizard's robe, placed them on the table, and reminded them by the way.

"After the blood is drawn, you'd better eat more nutritious food during this period. Bread and porridge won't fill your stomach, which is not conducive to recovery. If possible, it's best to buy some cheap tonics or go to the Muggle market. You can also buy some red dates and chew them.”

After receiving the gold Gallon, the werewolf wizards who originally felt resentful about selling blood were touched for a moment when they heard Ivan's sincere words of concern.

Due to their special status, almost no normal wizards are willing to get close to them, let alone care about them. Usually they can only hug each other for warmth.

After the mood turned positive, Ivan's talent for rapport gradually began to come into play, and the relationship between the two parties had eased a lot until he left.

At least I'm no longer as alert and vigilant as I was at the beginning

Ivan is very satisfied with this. Once the Wolfsbane potion needs to be produced in large quantities, these werewolf wizards will be an excellent blood bank. Naturally, this relationship cannot be too tense.

It was not until evening that Ivan finally left with five large bottles of werewolf blood.

On the way, Ivan, who was passing through an abandoned street, suddenly stopped. Docter held the wand with amusement in his eyes.

Wherever he looked, at the end of the street, a thin figure was standing there. It was Walker who ran away because he was angry.

"What's the matter? Or are you still planning to compete with me?" Ivan asked in confusion.

"If you two hadn't attacked me together, I wouldn't have lost!" Walker said angrily. His memory was still stuck on the moment he transformed into a wolf, so he didn't know that Ivan had blown up an entire building with a magic spell. A stone wall thing.

Ivan raised his eyebrows in disbelief, but at this time, he unexpectedly discovered that something was wrong with Walker's condition. His face was frighteningly white, and his lips had no color at all.

Could it be that you are here for a fight?

Various thoughts flashed through Ivan's mind. When he was confused, he saw Walker suddenly throw two bottle-like things over. Ivan subconsciously took them and found that the bottles were filled with blood. He was suddenly surprised. look at each other

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