I Became a Cute Little Dragon Princess and Now She’s Obsessed with Me Chapter 78

After the rain, the sun came out with a smile, and a brilliant rainbow hung in the sky over Kaslania.

At this time, the main street in the northern part of the city still had puddles on the road, but the early-rising vendors had already set up their stalls.

“Come take a look! Big and sweet Lory Fruits! Just picked, absolutely fresh and delicious!”

“Grilled fish! Grilled fish! Just smell it and you'll know! The best grilled fish on the whole commercial street is right here!”

The cries of street hawkers once again filled the commercial street.

Thanks to the clear skies after the rain, the sunlight became especially bright, and more and more pedestrians began strolling through the streets. This made the vendors’ shouting grow louder and livelier.

In the northern section of the commercial street, this area was practically ruled by street vendors.

They didn’t have storefronts; they relied on the lowest prices and their sincere effort to create the best products, all to make a name for themselves in the northern part of the city.

After all, once you gained a reputation, business would naturally improve.

Almost all the vendors were shouting—except for one potion stand in the corner, which remained silent.

Naturally, it was also the worst-performing business in the area.

Gladys sat calmly beside her potion stall, where bottles of red potions were displayed. The ingredients in these potions could definitely be considered among the best in the Imperial Capital.

Unfortunately, she lacked a merchant’s knack for business. No matter how good the product was, without the right channels, it was just a display.

The rain had stopped for quite a while. A female fruit vendor nearby, seeing that Gladys hadn’t sold a single bottle, shook her head helplessly.

“You’re a beautiful young lady. I don’t know how effective your potions are, but I can tell you this—just sitting here doing nothing won’t get you any business.”

At that, Gladys gave her a flat glance.

“My potions are very effective.”

“But others don’t know that.”

The female vendor smiled wryly and said, “You can count the potion stalls on this street. Including yours, there are nearly fifty. The others are brands, with professional magic alchemists making the potions—their names carry weight. Even if your potions are better than theirs, customers who need potions don’t know that. Think about it: if you were a customer in need of potions, would you choose a well-known brand or a completely unknown stall?”

“Then… what should I do?”

“Start shouting.”

The fruit vendor patted her chest and said cheerfully, “Don’t feel embarrassed. We’re all just trying to earn a living.

I assume you’re here selling potions for money too, right?”

“Yes.”

Gladys nodded and said softly, “The cost of living here is too high. I want to try and support her in a quiet, ordinary way.”

“‘Her’? Your family?”

“Yes.”

“That’s admirable.”

The fruit vendor grinned again. “Since you’re doing it for your family, then all the more reason to shout! Let those who need potions hear your voice—only then can you earn more, and give your family a better life. Not gonna lie, I’ve got two kids to raise too. I shout here every day. If I can go home and make my kids happy, that’s enough for me.”

“Heh, you’re right.”

Gladys smiled faintly and raised her stunningly beautiful face, letting the fruit vendor see her clearly.

That one look surprised the fruit vendor.

Because this potion-selling lady was just too beautiful.

With such a face… how was she working here as a street vendor? She couldn’t understand it at all…

Taking a deep breath, Gladys prepared to try shouting for the first time like the other vendors.

Tap!

However, just as she was about to shout, a middle-aged man in a rose-colored silk coat suddenly appeared at the stall.

He had a thin face and a mocking sneer, with that punchable expression that screamed “crooked merchant.”

His name was Duren—a potion tycoon in this area. Most of the potion shops around the commercial street were under his control.

Gladys’s stall was not among them, which meant he frequently came around to cause trouble.

Seeing Duren show up, the fruit vendor nearby immediately recognized that he was someone she couldn’t afford to offend. Without even glancing his way, she hurried back to her own stall.

“Need something?”

Gladys narrowed her beautiful eyes, her tone icy. She knew this man was here to stir up trouble.

Duren, already used to her cold tone, kept sneering and said, “Lovely little potion vendor, I’ve told you many times already—you’re not cut out to be a merchant. I admit, your potions are the best, but with your ability, you won’t sell a single bottle.”

“That’s none of your business.”

Gladys lowered her voice. She had no interest in dealing with him. She knew full well that her inability to sell was largely due to his sabotage.

“Oh, but it is my business.”

Duren spread his arms. “Look at the other potion stalls around here. Every single one uses my name. You’ve stolen my business—how can that not concern me?”

“There’s no rule saying others can’t sell here.”

“There isn’t.”

Duren smiled nonchalantly and continued, “But I can tell you this—one word from me, and no one will buy your products.

They’ll think your potions are fake and inferior. Just look around—this is proof enough.

You’ve been here for quite a while, haven’t you? How many bottles have you sold? Hahahaha…”

“What are you trying to say?”

Her eyes grew cold, and Gladys’s voice dropped. If this weren’t the Imperial Capital…If she hadn’t promised Vanessa to live a peaceful life…If it weren’t for Erika…

She would have taught this guy a lesson on the spot.

But the moment she made a move, she wouldn’t be able to avoid a heap of trouble—and would even be fined.

Unless… she left this city…

Although Vanessa could always clean up the aftermath, Gladys didn’t want to rely on anyone else. She wanted to prove on her own that she could support a child through the most ordinary means—and give her a simple life.

“Isn’t it obvious what I mean?”

Duren pointed at the potions on the stall. “These are good products. It’s a waste for them to be in your hands. You can join me. Sell them under my name, and I guarantee your business will boom.”

“You said this last time. The price you offered is too low—I’m not interested.”

“Hah! If you’re not interested, don’t expect to sell even one bottle!”

Duren issued a sharp threat. “I know potions like these must cost a lot to make. But if you can’t sell a single one, then isn’t all that cost wasted? Think about it. Hahahaha…”

Hearing this, Gladys’s face grew darker. She had considered Duren’s offer before—but the man was a greedy bastard.

The price he offered per bottle was far too low, completely incompatible with the cost of living in the Imperial Capital. She wasn’t willing to swallow that kind of humiliation.

Besides, these potions were made with blood. Their cost was priceless…

“Who says she can’t sell them?!”

Just as Duren was laughing mockingly, a soft voice interrupted him.

Half a small head popped up from the edge of the stall.

It was a silver-gray-haired little girl.

Because of her height, she had to stand on tiptoe just to barely reach the top of the stall.

Plop!

From her small hands, she placed a large pouch of gold coins on the stall.

The little girl blinked and flashed a dazzling smile at Gladys, her two little tiger teeth perfectly displaying her cuteness.

Then, she pointed her small finger right at Gladys’s nose.

“I’ll buy all these potions you’ve got right now! And the Tavern Owner too—I’m buying her as well!”