There is nothing wrong with the contract itself, and it is indeed an official contract produced by the Silver Jazz Church.
Broadly speaking, there are three points to note:
First, once you receive a mission, you cannot give up the mission halfway.
Second, the specific content of this transaction cannot be disclosed to anyone.
Just these two points are already very abnormal.
And it is the third point that makes Delicious Wind Goose vigilant.
The reward was... exactly three hundred pounds.
— or "ten samples."
Even if you can easily earn a few thousand pounds by selling fake wine, Delicious Wind Goose will believe it.
The taste of the wine itself is indeed quite good, and it can be regarded as top grade among the wines he has ever drunk.
As a copycat brand of Zedi Heita, there is no need to worry about its sales. Although the remuneration of three hundred pounds was a bit outrageously high, it was considered reasonable for the time being.
It was the "ten samples" that really made Delicious Goose realize that something was wrong.
What sample? Is it the fake wine
Why dare not write it in the contract
Moreover, even at this price, the value of a sample is at least thirty pounds... Considering that there is no market for the price, the real value may have to be doubled.
... But isn't this bottle of wine only priced at five pounds
Didn't have time to think too much.
Delicious Wind Goose directly opened the contract to the last page, glanced at it roughly, and signed his name without hesitation.
His overly decisive look surprised Tate: "Don't you read the content of the contract?"
In fact, I've already seen it secretly.
Delicious Wind Goose thought so in his heart, but there was a mysterious smile on his face.
"No need, brother. I trust you... And I think it's safer for me to sign this contract."
He shrugged and pointed to the column of remuneration.
What he wants to express is very simple.
Now that I know your secret, I should sign your contract. That's how we're all together.
No matter what the contract is... signed is definitely safer than not signed.
Seeing this, Tate smiled and said nothing.
He first opened the wallet, took out a thin jade piece that looked like three pieces of film connected together, and stamped the name of Delicious Wind Goose.
"Old Goose, what is your full name... what is it?"
"Delicious Wind Goose."
Delicious Wind Goose has seen this kind of battle before, so he replied in a straight voice.
The jade piece flashed green light slightly, indicating that the name was correct and the contract was valid.
Seeing this, Tate finally laughed out loud, and filled up the wine for Delicious Wind Goose.
"You're a smart guy."
Tate sighed: "It seems that I found the right person this time."
Immediately, he said with a smile: "Then let me tell you... from the beginning.
"On the surface, we sell wine. But no one knows... Even if you have your own manor, you can't make much money just by selling wine, and there is no need to come to the capital to sell it.
"Although there are a lot of rich people in the capital, there is one rule - when caravans enter the city, they have to pay a security tax of 5% of the total value of the goods. The so-called security tax... is to check the goods carefully one by one, and check the samples to confirm that they are correct. Finally, the hard-earned money. If I am really a wine seller, then instead of selling all of them to the capital, it is better to sell them loosely in the capital circle.
"In order to convince Stilwell Shelley to give us a pass to enter the city without inspection, I first had to convince him that... my merchandise does make money, it generates profits."
Tate said, took a sip of the "fake wine" produced by himself, and said with a smile: "This wine is an excuse."
"But you didn't really come to the capital to sell these fake wines."
Delicious Wind Goose realized something.
Tate nodded slowly: "Yes. Now is the most chaotic time for Noah, and of course the most profitable time. If I sell fake wine at this time, I can indeed make a fortune. It will save me the rest of my life There's money to spend... so what?"
Speaking of this, Tate smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am still a caravan consul.
"I'm rich, but what's the use of having money?"
"… so?"
"So, look at this."
As Tate said, he smiled mysteriously at Delicious Wind Goose.
He took out a bronze reagent bottle from his pocket. It looks a bit like a lighter, and it looks like a military kettle.
Delicious Wind Goose was vaguely aware of it.
When he held the reagent bottle... a window popped up in front of his eyes.
[Devil's Blood]
[Type: Consumables/Poison/Ritual Materials/Sacrifice (Golden)]
[Description: A specialty of Nata County, it uses living demons as transformation materials, and it is a elixir obtained after concentration and refining. After opening the bottle cap, you can hear the roar of the soul. After taking it, you can increase the concentration of the curse in your body to the maximum.]
[Effect: After drinking, erosion rate +89%, lv +6 (determined according to the current level)]
[Special: Only when using Bronze Rank and below, can the level be increased]
... erosion +89%, lv +6
Delicious Wind Goose was slightly taken aback, and quickly opened his panel:
His current erosion rate is 11%, and the level of "Swordsmanship Instruction" is... level fourteen.
In other words, after drinking this thing, he can directly ascend to the peak of the Bronze rank.
Looking at this description, it should be possible for ordinary people to directly reach this level after drinking it—from level 1 to level 20 directly.
But the side effect is... The degree of erosion will also be in place in one step, directly filling up.
Seeing this, Annan, who had been silently watching the screen, was also slightly taken aback.
Bronze peak, full erosion... What is this thing for
Doesn't the full erosion speed turn into an irrational demon
Or, is this thing really for poisoning
So Annan quickly posted a barrage, asking anonymously:
"—Ask him where it came from?"
"Be careful not to drink it."
Tate warned: "This is the blood of the devil... have you heard of this?"
"The one in Natashire?"
The delicious wind goose was silent for a moment, and asked tentatively.
Tate looked at him in surprise: "Not bad... what else do you know?"
"Gone."
Delicious Wind Goose replied honestly: "That's all I know."
"To put it simply, as long as a person drinks it, he will become a devil's poison. For an extraordinary person, it is a poison that is absolutely irresistible. The best result of drinking it is also a mental disorder."
Tate smiled: "What we sell... is actually this. In the capital, there is a bottle of this thing."
As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and thumb with his right hand, making a pistol gesture.
"... eighty pounds?"
Delicious Wind Goose was a little surprised.
"But it cost less than ten pounds."
Tate smiled, and said maliciously: "If you want, you can try to visit Nata County by yourself."
Annan naturally knew what he meant.
But the delicious wind goose, who is not very familiar with geography, can only remain silent—this is also a sign of his intelligence.
Say less and make less mistakes.
However, even though Delicious Wind Goose didn't know anything, he realized from the item introduction that he might have bumped into a main line that hadn't been opened yet.
—Who the hell is buying these things
"how should I do?"
His words came to his lips, but it became like this.
Tate said with a chuckle: "It's very simple, our mead is packed in different cases and sold to different people.
"Even if we get the exemption from inspection, it's just to ensure that we can enter the city. Things still have to be checked... But at this time, according to Sir Stilwell's records, our goods are 'honey lips'. When you arrive Just sit in car number five and I'll give you twenty-four vials of demon blood.
"After the inspector has left, you don't get out of the car... Take out the only black box, which is box No. 3, and pour out a glass of honey lips and a bottle of devil's blood in it. Remember, Wine can be poured out more or less. But only one bottle of devil's blood can be poured into a bottle of wine."
Tate smiled and said: "You have already signed the contract certified by the Silver Sir, and you are our accomplice in any law. It is best not to do anything special... After it is done, I will give you three hundred pounds, or Ten vials of demon blood. You pick your own. I'm just warning you—if you're caught, the minimum penalty is death."
"death penalty?"
Mei Meifeng's heart moved, and he said in a cliché, "Why? Just rely on us to sell poison?"
"No."
Tate replied: "Just because we sold poison to the royal family. Or, you can also add the charge of murdering the royal family. But it doesn't matter.
"Anyway, you'll know when it's time to deliver the goods. The two dozen poisoned wines in the No. 3 box of car No. 5 are what His Royal Highness the Third Prince wants. I have always been his most loyal supplier."
The bald businessman smiled and said: "So I say, now is the most chaotic time for Noah...
"—It's also the time for ordinary people like us who have nothing but money in our pockets...to rise."