Chapter 47 I think you should all post a [strong and powerful] to express your feelings
The law enforcement team took five days to collect the goods. Early in the morning of the fifth day, Mo Cheng placed the prepared ointment on the law enforcement team's carriage.
"There are a total of one thousand jars of Shimmering Ointment. Please count them."
The three members of the Law Enforcement Corps who came to receive the ointment were dressed in armor, and the leader was a knight with golden hair and a smile like the sun. The remaining two counted the amount of the glimmer ointment provided to the Law Enforcement Corps, randomly selected two bottles, opened them for trial, and nodded to the blond knight, indicating that it was okay.
The blond knight took out a card-sized thing made of crystal material and handed it to Mo Cheng: "The goods are fine. This is the payment. There is no password. All future payments for orders from the law enforcement group will be deposited into this card."
Mo Cheng took the card. He recognized it. The White Crystal Card was issued by the Aundair Royal Family and the Arcane Council. It was considered a bank card in this world, backed by the credit of the Aundair Royal Family and the Arcane Council.
More importantly, this thing can't be done without a certain status. Mo Cheng's guess about Margaret's identity is more in line with the leader, at least it can show that Margaret's status is not low. [Lauren Frost] This family name, I can investigate it when I have the chance.
"Then it will be me who will take over from now on. I am Mo Cheng, a priest of the Licker Order."
As the head of the law enforcement team, Margaret naturally could not personally hand over the glimmer ointment. The blond knight in front of her was probably the person who would hand it over to her in the future. Since manufacturers would build good relationships with QC (quality inspectors), Mo Cheng showed a friendly smile and extended his hand.
"Captain of the Third Division of the Law Enforcement Corps, Edward Harvey, I have to thank you for the ointment."
Edward also extended his hand, but he did not mean to test her strength, he just shook it tightly to express his gratitude. He and his team were the direct beneficiaries of the ointment in Margaret's hands. Several team members who were almost unable to hold on were pulled back by the glimmering ointment and held on until they were sent for treatment.
The work of the law enforcement team is not just patrolling the streets. In fact, according to Mo Cheng's guess, the continent of Kovare has begun to surge with undercurrents at this point in time. Various shady organizations or individuals have begun to become active for various reasons.
The weak and timid organizations would run to deserted places and wait for their big moves, while some organizations that were not bad and even had spies in certain countries would boldly lurk directly in the national capitals, intending to fish in troubled waters.
Therefore, injuries are common in the work of law enforcement teams, and it is not uncommon for patients to die on the way to treatment due to insufficient emergency treatment with severe trauma medicine.
"The store on the contract is preparing, and it will be ready the day after tomorrow at the latest. By then, we will be able to purchase a large amount of goods. I hope you can stock up some in the next few days."
Edward was aware of the effect of the glimmer ointment, and he was also aware that once a product with better efficacy and lower price than the therapeutic potion was circulated on the market, not only would the Pharmacists Guild's product monopoly be broken, but a large number of troubles would also come flooding in.
Although spellcasters and clergy have the means to directly treat the injured, how many times can a person's mental strength support treatment? Moreover, ordinary people cannot afford to pay spellcasters and clergy to treat them.
The mage who called himself "Carl" had a really good idea. He let the law enforcement team bear the pressure, and those mages behind the scenes only needed to collect the money.
Mo Cheng nodded without commenting. He was a priest of Mo Cheng, not a mage named Karl. He just heard from a friend about ways to make money, and came to work with a monastery that was about to collapse.
Mo Cheng is the middleman , and the needs of both parties will be conveyed through him.
"No problem. We'll try to get another batch of shimmer ointment before the day after tomorrow."
"I will have my team members walk around this street every day, but to keep it confidential, my team members will only pass through this street quickly."
Edward looked a little guilty, "Because of the Pharmacist Guild, we can't let you be exposed here."
Once the Apothecaries Guild learned that there was a place producing ointments to compete with them for market share, there was no need to guess what would happen next.
Before traveling through time, Mo Cheng had seen enough plots of this kind: homemade planes, cross-regional arrests, poisoning and assassinations, and even suicide by being shot eight times in the back.
"Please rest assured, I have quite a bit of experience in self-protection."
Albert's House has begun to be rebuilt. After the dwarf engineering team leaves, Mo Cheng will be able to start renovating Albert's House.
As a monk who once joined the Shadow Sect, Mo Cheng had ample experience in assassination and counter-assassination, and also had some experience in arranging his residence.
However, Edward took Mo Cheng's confident smile as if he didn't care. He shook his head and didn't know what to say. He thought Mo Cheng didn't know the specific value of the Glimmer Ointment, so he had to ask the team members to pay more attention to the Albert House after returning.
The carriage gurgled away in the morning mist, and Mo Cheng turned to look at Albert House where construction had already begun.
The dwarf engineering team was extremely efficient. After receiving the brief plan from Mo Cheng, they produced a blueprint the next day. After building two simple houses as quickly as possible, they began construction.
There are two simple houses, one for living and the other for a production line. It is definitely not very convenient to live in as a temporary residence, but looking at the Albert House that is being rebuilt, no one has any complaints.
Compared to the previous situation where food and herbs were scarce, and the entire Albert House looked like it was about to be disbanded and closed down at any time, now no one would mind a little inconvenience.
In fact, Mo Cheng was very confused. How did Sister Lonnie maintain the state of Albert House until now?
According to him, Father Albert, the head of Albert Home, had passed away a long time ago, and Sister Loni had been in charge of running Albert Home for a long time.
But to be honest, Mo Cheng couldn't see anything that could be called a business, and even whether anyone was raising funds was a questionable matter.
If Mo Cheng had not seen this scene on his first day, he would not have tried to seize the right to speak the next day.
He was really afraid that on the third day Sister Lonnie would simply announce the dissolution of Albert House.
"How on earth did Sister Loni manage to hold on until now? The funding didn't allow it!"
"Is there some extra income to sustain them? What a joke! The Licker Order is notorious for needing relief from the upper church."
Mo Cheng muttered to himself, confused. He really couldn't understand how this place had survived and even lasted for several years.
"Sister Loni is a very good person." In the guard room, Old Brand heard Mo Cheng's words and stuck his head out to answer, "There were a few times when we couldn't hold on any longer. Sister Loni went on a long trip and didn't come back until three or four days later in the middle of the night. After that, there was an extra sum of money in the treasury to sustain the situation."
"Well, I will assume for the moment that you are answering my question." Mo Cheng smiled at Old Brand in a friendly manner, "But Mr. Brand, are you planning to ask me to investigate something?"
Is the guard trying to sow discord? Or does he really want to remind Mo Cheng of something?
Old Brand shook his head. "At my age, I no longer have the desire to gossip about others behind their backs. I just want to tell the priest that Sister Loni did not abandon us even in the most embarrassing moment. No matter what she did, she is the most sacred nun in our eyes."
