"You got the Holy Spirit Medicine?" Black Hammer suddenly came to his senses.
"Holy medicine?" Thassa put away his smile and sneered, "You don't need any medicine from the church to heal a patient infected with the evil plague." He took two small skin bags from his waist and put them on the table, "I blame it on The witch is just their usual trick, and the dead won't refute it anyway."
Hei Hammer picked up one of the leather bags in confusion, shook it a few times by his ear, untied the rope and smelled it, "No smell?"
"You drink it from the silver ring and the clay pot, and you'll know if it's the real medicine," Thassa said. "The two should still be in the tavern."
"Since I found out that they were infected, I told them to hide in the basement and don't come out. Now the black spot patients are easily attacked by the townspeople outside, and the old lair of Skull Finger will not open the door to let them in." Black Hammer picked up the cloth bag , "Sir, I'll try it now."
After he got up and left, Hill was still staring at the table without saying a word, which made Thassa shake his head secretly.
An ordinary person living under the ravages of an evil epidemic should not behave so calmly when he hears that there are medicines that can cure the epidemic. Even if you are not so excited that you want to grab it and take a look, at least you will ask a few more questions. As an intelligence officer, this performance is really not qualified.
"This medicine can really cure the evil epidemic?" Littlefinger shouted, "Sir, where did you get it?"
Even the little girl was more knowledgeable than him. Thassa drank a glass of wine, "Of course it was given to me by the lord in the palace. Besides him, who else would dare to fight against the church?"
After a while, Black Hammer came back with a silver ring and a clay pot, "My God, this medicine is incredible! Not long after drinking it, the black spots on their bodies disappeared."
"Sir, thank you for your potion," the two of them threw themselves on the ground with blood on the cracked skin of the pot. "You saved our lives!"
"Let's bandage the wound first," Thassa waved his hand. Although purified water can remove the disease, it cannot heal the wound. It will take at least a week or so for the seriously injured to recover. "Rather than thank me, thank me. Employers. If this mission is done well, you may even have a chance to get rid of the status of rats."
"Your Majesty... No, I mean, your employer really wants us to sell medicine?" Black Hammer asked excitedly. Obviously he can also realize how much income can be brought from selling special potions at such a time.
"That's right, he was extremely angry that the church used this method to deceive the townspeople. If these gangsters continue to do it recklessly, I'm afraid that the entire royal city will become a cathedral, not the territory of the Wimbledon family. Thassa said solemnly, "In addition, he doesn't want to see that there are not many living people in such a big city, so the potion must not be sold at a high price, and most civilians can afford it." He took out two more bags The skin bag was thrown on the table, "A bag like this can only be sold for ten silver wolves at most."
"Ten... ten silver wolves!?" Black Hammer's eyes widened.
"That's right, six belong to my employer, and the rest belong to you," he said with open palms, "and the potion is enough for five or six thousand people in total, so you can get at least a few hundred golden dragons, even if it is divided equally, it is not A small amount is enough for you to spend your whole life."
The other party looked hesitant to speak, staring at the skin on the table, as if thinking about how to get more benefits from it.
Thassa knew the thoughts of these rats very well.
The potion itself has no cost, even if it is free, there is no problem, but for so many shares, it is inefficient to rely on him alone, and it is too conspicuous. Giving it to a mouse to sell it can reduce the risk, and ten silver dragons are also a price that most city residents can afford. Of course, it is impossible for these people to honestly sell at a low price. Whether they hide a part and sell it to the inner city, or transfer it to the black market, they can make huge profits.
In the end, these potions can be sold to civilians at a low price, perhaps less than half, but that is not the point of Thassa's concern. The task entrusted to him by His Royal Highness Roland is to thwart the conspiracy of the church as much as possible. As long as everyone understands that the Holy Spirit medicine is not the only antidote against the evil epidemic, and it is not a rare and expensive thing, the content of the priest's propaganda will be It will be questioned by the public, especially those believers who have spent a lot of money to get the holy medicine, and they will doubt from the bottom of their hearts whether the spokesperson of the gods is deceiving them.
"I know what you're thinking," Thassa said. "Hide some and sell them for yourself, or sell them first to the higher bidder. I can pretend that I didn't see it... But don't forget," his tone turned cold. , "My employer is not a kind person. If you don't want to be sunk into the moat, you'd better restrain yourself. After all, you have a chance to enjoy yourself when you are alive."
"But what if someone else resells it?" Silver Ring asked.
"It's very simple, one person can only buy one bag and use it on the spot." After he finished speaking, he looked at Black Hammer, "How about it, are you interested in taking over this business?"
"The underground trumpeter alone probably wouldn't be able to take so many potions, I think..."
Thassa interrupted him directly, "The specific arrangements for who to sell it to and where to sell it are your business. I'll just keep an eye on you for the adults."
Black Hammer gritted his teeth, looked around the four of them, saw that no one raised any objection, and then punched the table, "This business, I've done it!"
"Very good," he nodded, "the day after tomorrow, when the sun goes down, the carriage with the potion will arrive at the entrance of the tavern. You arrange the manpower and release the news of the new drug. Work hard, my employer does not want to see failure. "
The day after tomorrow is also the last day of the First Army's stay. No matter what the city looks like after that, it will not pose a threat to His Highness, Thassa thought.
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Not long after walking out of the tavern, Hill chased up from behind.
"Aren't you going to meet my comrades? They all long for revenge on Tifeko."
"I temporarily believe you because you passed the test, but that doesn't mean I also believe them." Thassa shook his head, "If you weren't caught today, what would you do?"
"I wanted to go back and tell everyone the news and listen to their opinions. Should I continue to observe for a while, or go directly to His Royal Highness Roland's side," he replied.
"Oh?" Thassa asked with interest, "what about your personal opinion?"
Hill hesitated and said, "I think Your Highness is different from most nobles. Few people will try their best to rescue the fugitives like him, and... He also treats witches equally. If Tifeko is the same, my wife will not. Yes..." He was silent for a while, "Therefore, I prefer to serve His Highness directly."
"Then don't say anything when you go back now, just pretend you've never been to the pier."
"Why..." He looked up in surprise.
"A good informant should be accustomed to keeping secrets in their hearts rather than sharing them with others, especially at such critical moments." Thassa said word by word, "If you want to serve His Royal Highness, and A lot to learn." (.)