The Pill of Life Exchange, otherwise known as the Pill of Chance, was a drug that could suppress all kinds of incurable diseases at the cost of one’s potential. Note that it was suppression, not healing.
Nonetheless, this method of killing the goose that laid golden eggs was undoubtedly a magic pill for terminally ill people.
They were dying anyway, so they would take it even if they could only live another year. Besides, once the effect of the drug wore off, one would reach their end. They could close their eyes in peace without having to endure the pain from the torture of illnesses.
“This time, I will launch the Pill of Life Exchange in Eastshire and Stonedale.” Having said that, Baltazar added, “In an unlimited amount!”
As soon as that remark came out of his mouth, everyone gasped.
“Baltazar, are you in your right mind? Why are you even selling it in limited quantities back in our country? Are you trying to become a traitor?”
The fortune of the Dupont Family depended solely on the Pill of Life Exchange developed by Baltazar. To monopolize the market and maximize profits, their family had always controlled the number of pills sold in the market. To put it simply, they executed hunger marketing.
Compared to the others who were worked up by his statement, Alvaro was visibly much calmer.
Frowning, he asked indifferently, “Was it sold to everyone?”
His sentence was impactful. When he mentioned that, the other genius doctors who had run into a dead end realized it.
‘Well… He’s right!’
It could be a magic pill for those with a terminal illness, but to those in good health, it was a deadly poison.
If one’s lifespan was ten years, it could be reduced by more than half, perhaps to three-tenth of their original lifespan if one consumed this pill.
Nodding his head, Baltazar took advantage of the situation and offered his conditions.
“I need everyone in this room to guarantee that you will help me improve the credibility of the market. As a reward, I shall share the secret recipe of the Pill of Life Exchange with all of you once the matter is settled.”
‘Damn! He’s crazy!’
No one expected Baltazar to be this crazy.
To avenge his disabled disciple, he was willing to share the secret recipe of the Pill of Life Exchange.
One should know that they had long coveted the secret recipe for the pill!
It was a pity that they didn’t know Baltazar was also forced by his disciple to do that. Otherwise, he would have been extremely reluctant to share it.
“Master Baltazar, since Zayn is also our junior, I will do my best for him.”
Anyone attentive would have noticed that the person who spoke was the one who condemned Baltazar continuously from the start. After he finished speaking, the others followed suit.
“Of course. As a senior, we should always support our juniors.”
“We’ll do it!”
As for the common people, sometimes it didn’t matter if they were hurt a little!
After everyone had made their decisions, their attention shifted to Aurelius. When he became the focus of attention, he was dumbfounded.
“Master Damron, you can account for 70% of all the proceeds from the sales of the Pill of Life Exchange.”
Hearing the mention of himself, Aurelius quickly straightened his back and asked in a serious manner, “Masters, may I ask what the Pill of Life Exchange is for?”
‘Why did it feel like something dangerous?’
“Pill of Life Exchange is a magical pill for people who are terminally ill…”
Before Baltazar could finish his explanation, Aurelius couldn‘t help exclaiming, “Damn!”
With this magical pill, there was no way he couldn’t make a fortune.
“What can I do for you, Master Baltazar?”
Aurelius’ enthusiasm showed through his speech and actions. Even when he spoke, one would notice the spark in his eyes.
“It’s not a big deal. Doesn’t your family own a pharmaceutical factory? I will hand the secret recipe to you so that you can mass-produce it as soon as possible.”
Although it sounded simple, the issues involved could be complicated.
Frankly speaking, Aurelius didn’t really care if the innocent public was involved, but Eastshire and Stonedale were under the jurisdiction of the King of the South, Master Levi. If an issue arose, it would be a slap to his face.
Seeming to have read his mind, Baltazar consoled him nonchalantly, “Aren’t sales done voluntarily? What other people say doesn’t really matter.”
As soon as those words were said, the other elders immediately cast Baltazar contemptuous glances.
‘We’d be fools to believe you! If you didn’t have the confidence to do so, why did you even ask us to assist you?’
On the other hand, Aurelius’ excitement grew.
“Don’t worry, Master Baltazar. You will be able to see the drug on the market tomorrow morning.”
