This is no exaggeration—inside Ethan Grant’s mind, he had already filtered through the options N+1 times, finally eliminating those saint-grade and divine-grade pill recipes, and picking out one that wasn’t too outrageous, but was absolutely precious.

Most importantly, with the Eastern Kingdom’s level of spiritual herb cultivation, the ingredients required for this recipe wouldn’t be beyond their means.

Seeing William Grant’s half-skeptical expression, Ethan Grant really wanted to go up and kick him twice. Was it easy for me to pick out such a recipe?

You have to know, in his previous life, Ethan Grant was born with a Taiyin body and couldn’t cultivate. So, after managing the Tianlang Library for a million years, his greatest pleasure was delving into the Dao of alchemy.

It could be said that a million years had allowed him to reach the pinnacle of alchemy, almost on par with those immortal alchemy masters renowned across the heavens.

With Ethan Grant’s past-life experience, finding a pill recipe was as easy as eating or drinking.

It’s just that—

If the recipe was too good, in a small place like the Eastern Kingdom, it would be like a heavenly book—no one would understand it.

If it was too lousy, Ethan Grant wouldn’t even bother wasting his brainpower.

He racked his brains and finally managed to pick out one from the more mediocre recipes. But in this tiny Eastern Kingdom, Ethan Grant was convinced it would be considered earth-shattering.

No matter what, William Grant still went.

He wasn’t convinced by William Grant, but kept telling himself that no matter how reckless the young marquis was, he couldn’t possibly treat the princess’s illness as a joke. This was a matter that involved the lives of the whole family.

So, he tried hard to convince himself that maybe the young marquis really had received divine favor and obtained a priceless recipe.

Although, thinking of Ethan Grant’s usual bizarre behavior, he was still a bit skeptical, but William Grant had no other choice.

Even knowing how absurd this was, he had to grit his teeth and give it a try.

Otherwise, if William Grant really had to pay out of his own pocket for the herbs on the list, he could barely scrape together enough if he clenched his teeth, but when he got home, his wife would definitely go crazy on him.

“Sigh! They say the young marquis’s steward is all-powerful, but why do I feel so stifled in my life?” William Grant wiped the corner of his eye heroically and trudged weakly toward the Apothecary Hall.

“At worst, let them ridicule me. It’s not the first time I’ve made a fool of myself anyway.” With this thought, William Grant felt a little better.

The Apothecary Hall was a renowned force throughout the capital. Its building was also a scenic landmark in the city.

When William Grant reached the steps in front of the Apothecary Hall, his legs felt weak. Just thinking about the arrogant attitudes and dismissive tones of the staff inside made his heart quiver.

“Well… I’m here to get some medicine!”

After psyching himself up several times, William Grant finally entered and approached the counter.

The staff at the Apothecary Hall all received professional training before starting work. The first thing they learned was to recognize faces: which faces to curry favor with, which to speak nicely to, which to treat with a neutral attitude, and which they could act superior toward—they all knew this well.

And William Grant’s face didn’t ring any bells, so naturally, he was one of those they could act superior toward.

“Ahem! Sir, you want to get medicine? Let’s go over the rules first: here, payment and goods are settled on the spot—no credit.”

William Grant quickly replied, “Cash, cash.”

Glancing at the list, the staff fiddled with the abacus a few times. “A total of eight spiritual herbs, total price by weight is 9,800 taels. As always, pay first, then get the medicine.”

William Grant blushed, coughed awkwardly, and tapped the counter lightly. “Well, I’d like to see your manager.”

“What’s that?” The staff’s face darkened. “No money? If you don’t have money, what are you doing here for spiritual herbs?”

“See the manager? Do you know how busy our manager is? Hundreds of thousands of taels pass through his hands every minute—where would he find time to see you? If you waste his time, can you afford to pay for it?”

“Go out and turn right, and take a look at our rules. Is the manager someone you can just see? Are you a royal or a powerful noble?”

“If you want the medicine, pay up. If not, move along. Don’t hold up our business.”

The staff waved his hand impatiently, nearly spitting in William Grant’s face, looking at him as if he were an annoying fly.

William Grant had put up with a lot at the Apothecary Hall, and he wasn’t someone who couldn’t take it. In fact, he’d put up with far too much lately!

Did they have to look down on people? Did they have to act so arrogant?

William Grant finally couldn’t take it anymore. The staff’s attitude was the last straw that broke the camel’s back—he exploded—

Smack!

A metallic block slammed down on the counter.

William Grant gave the staff a resounding slap across the face. “Open your dog eyes and see what this is!”

“Your manager handles hundreds of thousands of taels a minute? If I handled millions a minute, do you think I’d tell you so easily?”

“If you delay my business, believe it or not, I’ll make sure your Apothecary Hall can’t even stay open! You act so tough for a little staff member—do your parents know? Do your bosses know?”

The staff was left seeing stars from the slap, clutching his face, eyes full of disbelief.