Angelia and Cheri both turned their gaze toward Charlotte, looking perplexed. Only Kaynie regarded Charlotte with a faint, knowing smile, her eyes suggesting she understood exactly what was on Charlotte’s mind.

Charlotte, however, just stared blankly at the group, saying nothing at all.

“Sister Charlotte, what are you thinking? Don't tease us, just tell us!” Cheri urged with clear anticipation.

Charlotte took a moment to calm the shock within her, then spoke slowly, word by deliberate word: “Those two must be ‘Necromancers’!”

The moment these words left her mouth, Rhys and the others froze.

“Sister Charlotte, you must be joking with us, right?” Cheri was the first to react, clearly disbelieving what Charlotte had said.

“Yeah, Sister Charlotte, those two old men don’t look like Necromancers at all,” Rhys chimed in agreement.

Although he had witnessed Zhong Shenxiu summon Skeleton Warriors before, he believed that only Zhong Shenxiu and Robin in this world could be that monstrously powerful. If he were told Zhong Shenxiu and Robin were ‘Necromancers,’ Rhys wouldn't doubt it for a second. But for anyone else to defy convention like this, he simply couldn’t accept it!

The convention was that ‘Necromancers’ could not show their true faces, let alone stand in the light of the sun. Yet, the two old men who had just entered showed none of these limitations, which meant they couldn't possibly be ‘Necromancers’!

“Sister Charlotte, even if their clothes resemble those of a ‘Necromancer,’ that doesn’t prove they are them,” Cheri added.

Faced with their doubts, Charlotte offered a single response: “This is my feeling. I feel those two old men are ‘Necromancers,’ and not just ordinary ones!”

“Kaynie, am I right?” Charlotte suddenly looked up at Kaynie. Of everyone present, only Kaynie could give the definitive answer!

Seeing her address Kaynie, Rhys and the others turned their expectant gazes back toward her.

Kaynie didn't answer directly but smiled faintly and said, “Sometimes, a woman’s intuition is very accurate!”

Unless one possessed the intellect of a rock, a slight thought would reveal the meaning hidden in Kaynie’s words.

“Oh, heavens,” Cheri gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with her hand, as if afraid of being overheard by Zhong Shenxiu inside the room.

Rhys felt a distinct dizziness; he was beginning to wonder if the world itself was changing, as everything seemed to fly in the face of established norms!

Angelia’s expression remained placid, but her eyes held swirling ripples of surprise.

Meanwhile, Charlotte marveled internally. She had to admit, anyone remotely connected to Zhong Shenxiu seemed destined for changes that astonished ordinary folk.

After a brief silence, Cheri, unable to contain her curiosity, resorted to her practiced charm, tugging at Kaynie’s arm and begging, “Sister Kaynie, please tell us! Why are these two old men looking for the landlord?”

Rhys and the others looked at Kaynie with the same pleading expressions, silently conveying: Just give us a hint, we promise to keep it secret!

However, Kaynie gave the same answer as before: “Secret.”

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The scene shifted to Zhong Shenxiu’s room.

“Elder, here is the money earned from selling those items,” Stanley and Faraday said, producing bag after bag of Diamond Coins from their Magic Rings.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the wealth, and a flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected the potions he concocted to be so popular, selling out so quickly. It seemed mass production was absolutely necessary!

Having made this decision, a slight smile played on Zhong Shenxiu’s lips; he could already envision vast sums of Diamond Coins beckoning him.

A quick estimate suggested these few bags held well over a few hundred thousand coins—he never imagined making money could be this straightforward!

The former Zhong Shenxiu hadn't found the right method, but now that he had discovered one, it signaled an unending stream of wealth.

There was a saying for a reason: the poor get poorer, and the rich get richer! The gap between poverty and wealth often hinged on a single idea!

If he could maintain this rate of earning, Zhong Shenxiu could easily amass a fortune just by setting up a mass production line.

Zhong Shenxiu already had plans for establishing this assembly line. Did he not have numerous Skeleton Warriors sitting idle? They could be put to use. Then, Zhong Shenxiu could find a location, build a factory base, set up defensive arrays, and achieve continuous, twenty-four-hour production!

“Elder,” Stanley called out softly while Zhong Shenxiu was deep in thought.

Zhong Shenxiu retracted his thoughts and looked up at Stanley, conveying through his gaze the question of what was needed.

“Elder, I have an idea I’d like to propose,” Stanley paused, then continued when he saw Zhong Shenxiu didn’t object. “Elder, considering how popular these two potions are and the vast market size, could you perhaps concoct more potent medicines suitable for ‘Undead’? For instance, that potion you once brewed that could heal the backlash from the Dark Arts!”

Stanley then intently watched Zhong Shenxiu’s reaction.

“En!” Zhong Shenxiu nodded slightly—the highest praise Stanley could have hoped for!

Stanley was ecstatic. He hadn't expected his suggestion to gain Zhong Shenxiu's approval. Did this mean he might have gained a tiny bit of favor?

Setting aside Stanley’s internal celebration, Zhong Shenxiu, jolted by the suggestion, fell back into contemplation.

If two potions were this successful, could developing other remedies yield similar results? After all, brewing one or two was the same effort as brewing five or six. Why not prepare a few more items? This would accelerate income, and more importantly, it would allow him to completely dominate the massive ‘Necromancer’ market, eventually achieving a monopoly!

As for the remedy for ‘Dark Backlash’ Stanley mentioned, it was merely something Zhong Shenxiu had whipped up on a whim. He still remembered its name: "No-Stop Fart"—the principle was the "fart therapy."

However, if he were to mass-market it, he couldn't keep that name. Modern commodities demand proper packaging, and a good name is crucial. The formula would also need adjustment; it shouldn't work instantly. It would be best if it were formulated so that it took "several courses of treatment to fully recover." Only then could maximum profit be achieved!

Subsequently, Zhong Shenxiu conceived of many other potions suitable for ‘Necromancers,’ eventually even thinking about equipment and weaponry.

“Hey, what kind of gear do you Necromancers use?” Zhong Shenxiu suddenly asked, his gaze sweeping over Stanley and Faraday.

“Elder, unlike those Mages who have specialized shops catering to equipment, our attributes are quite unique. There are simply no commercially available items designed for us. So, usually, we craft some simple gear ourselves, like Bone Staves—the kind that are very crude!” Faraday spoke up first.

Zhong Shenxiu’s eyes lit up; he seemed to have spotted another market niche, and he pressed, “You mean there isn't a single shop that sells equipment specifically for Necromancers?”

“There might be some, but they are extremely scarce, and they are all privately run, lacking any scale,” Faraday stated based on his knowledge.

He had sold some self-made implements to other Necromancers before; they were mostly amateur self-taught endeavors, very rough, and utterly incomparable to the magical gear used by Mages!

This lack of quality gear was actually one reason the overall strength of Necromancers lagged behind Mages; in direct combat, Necromancers often lost due to their inferior equipment!

Hearing Faraday’s description, Zhong Shenxiu smiled. A new plan began to germinate in his mind: he would open a globally franchised ‘Necromancer Equipment Store’! Of course, this was something for later, but once Zhong Shenxiu conceived the idea, it was practically set in stone!

Faraday wasn't foolish; based on Zhong Shenxiu's line of questioning and his current expression, he vaguely sensed something. Could the Elder be planning to manufacture Necromancer equipment?

The thought alone made his blood surge with uncontrollable excitement, picturing how incredibly powerful Zhong Shenxiu’s gear would be!

At that moment, Zhong Shenxiu spoke again, inquiring, “What tools do you Necromancers use when you first begin your studies?”

Stanley and Faraday were momentarily stunned, not quite grasping the meaning of Zhong Shenxiu’s question.

Having no choice, Zhong Shenxiu clarified, “What do you use for practice when you first start learning the Dark Arts?”

“We just use the remains of some animals,” Faraday finally understood the intent behind the question, though he was quite puzzled why Zhong Shenxiu needed to know.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't elaborate, instead sinking back into thought.

Stanley and Faraday dared not interrupt, only watching quietly from the sidelines.

Time seemed to drag by in agonizing slowness; this silence made Stanley and Faraday restless, but they could only bear it.

“Do you two have paper and a pen?” Zhong Shenxiu suddenly broke the silence, asking something that immediately baffled them both.

“I—I have some here!” After a moment, Faraday reacted, hastily pulling a notebook and a pen from his magic bag.

Zhong Shenxiu took them without a word and began writing on the page.

Stanley and Faraday watched with intense curiosity. Though they desperately wanted to know what Zhong Shenxiu was writing, they dared not approach.

The room settled back into silence, broken only by the rapid scratching of the pen gliding across the paper.

But this quiet was soon shattered by Zhong Shenxiu.

“You two performed well. Here is a reward for you,” saying this, Zhong Shenxiu tossed the notebook he had just written on back to Faraday.