Release that Witch

"You got the Holy Spirit medicine?" The black hammer suddenly came to the spirit.

"The Holy Spirit medicine?" Tassa closed his smile and sneered. "There is no need for the church's medicine to cure the infected patients." He took two small skins from the waist and placed them on the table. Witches are just their usual tricks, and those who die will not refute anyway."

The black hammer picked up one of the skins in a puzzled way, swayed a few times at the ear, and untied the rope and smelled it. "No taste?"

"When you take it to the silver ring and the clay pot, you know if it is a real medicine," Tassa said. "The two should be in the pub."

"Since I found out that I was infected, I let them hide in the basement. Now the black spot patients are easily attacked by the city people outside, and the old nest of the fingers will not open the door and let them in." The black hammer picks up the bag. "Adult, I will try it."

After he got up and left, Hill was still staring at the table, not saying a word, which made Tassa shook his head.

An ordinary person who lives under the ravages of evil afflictions should not be so calm when he hears that drugs can cure the disease. Even if you don't want to be tempted to take a look, at least you will ask a few more questions. As an intelligence officer, this watch is not qualified.

“Can this medicine really cure the evil?” The little finger yelled. “Adult, where did you get it from?”

Even the little girl was more than him. Tassa drank a glass of wine. "Of course, the adult of the palace gave it to me. Who else would dare to confront the church?"

In a short while, the black hammer came back with a silver ring and a clay pot. "Oh my God, this medicine is incredible! Just after drinking it, the dark spots on them disappeared."

"Adult, thank you for your potion," the two pounced on the floor, and the cracked skin of the pot was still in the blood. "You saved our lives!"

"When the wound is first wrapped," Tassa puts his hand on it. Although the purified water can eliminate the disease, it can't heal the wound. The seriously injured person wants to recover. At least it takes about a week. "Thank you, thank you. Employer. If this mission is done well, you may even have the opportunity to get rid of the identity of the mouse."

"Oh... no, I mean, is your employer really planning to let us sell the medicine?" The black hammer asked excitedly. Obviously, he can also realize how much income can be generated by selling special potions at this time.

"Yes, the church used this method to deceive the city people to make him feel extremely angry. If you let these **** sticks do it unscrupulously, I am afraid that the entire king city will become a cathedral, not the territory of the Wimbledon family. Tassa said, "In addition, he does not want to see that there are few living people in the big city, so the potion can never be sold expensive, so that most civilians can afford it." He took out two more bags. The skin was thrown on the table. "Like a bag like this, you can only sell up to ten silver wolves."

"Ten... ten silver wolves!?" The black hammer widened his eyes.

"Yes, six of my employers, the rest belong to you," he said with his hand open. "And the potion is enough for five or six thousand people, so you can get at least a few hundred gold dragons, even if it is even, it is not A small amount is enough for you to spend a lifetime."

The other side looked like a word and looked at the skin on the table, seemingly thinking about how to get more benefits from it.

Tassa is very clear about the idea of ​​these mice.

The syrup itself has no cost, even if it is a white delivery, there is no problem, but so many shares, relying on him alone, the efficiency is low, and it is too eye-catching. Giving the mouse to sell can reduce the risk, and the ten silver dragons are also the price that most city people can afford. Of course, these people can't sell at a low price honestly. Whether it is stealing a part of the sale to the inner city or handing it over to the black market, you can get huge profits.

In the end, these potions can be sold to civilians at low prices, perhaps less than half, but this is not the focus of Tazar. The task assigned to him by His Royal Highness was to defeat the conspiracy of the church as much as possible. As long as everyone understood that the Holy Spirit medicine was not the only antidote to the evil, and it was not a rare and expensive thing, the contents of the priest’s propaganda It will be questioned by the public, especially those who take the holy medicine at great cost, and will also have doubts from the bottom of their hearts, whether the spokespersons of the gods are deceiving them.

"I know what you are thinking," Tassa said. "Hide some of the stolen goods, or give priority to buyers with higher prices. I can see it as if I didn't see it... but don't forget," he said. Cold, "My employer is not a kind person. If you don't want to be sinking into the bottom of the moat, it's better to converge. After all, you have a chance to enjoy it."

"But what do people do to resell?" asked the silver ring.

"It's very simple. One person can only buy one bag and use it on the spot." He looked at the black hammer after he finished. "How, are you interested in this business?"

"The underground trumpeter alone may not be able to eat so many potions, I think..."

Tassa directly interrupted his words. "Where to arrange for whom to sell, where to sell, it is your business, I just stare at you for adults."

The black hammer bite his teeth, look around the four people, see no one raises an objection, and then punches on the table. "This business, I did it!"

"Very good," he nodded. "When the sun sets, the carriage carrying the potion will arrive at the door of the pub. You will arrange the man's hand and release the news of the new drug. Well, my employer does not want to see the failure. ”

The day after tomorrow is also the last day of the First Army's stay. After that, no matter what the city looks like, it will not pose a threat to His Royal Highness, Tassa thought.

......

It wasn’t long before I walked out of the pub, and Hill chased it from behind.

"Don't you go see my partner? They are all eager to avenge Tiffco."

"I believe you for the time being because you passed the test, but it does not mean that I believe them." Tassa shook his head. "If you are not caught today, what are you going to do?"

"I wanted to go back and tell everyone this news, listen to their views, whether to continue to observe for a while, or directly to the lower side of Roland," he replied.

“Hey?” Tassa asked quite happily. “What about your personal opinion?”

Hill hesitated and said, "I feel that His Royal Highness is different from most nobles. Few people will try their best to save the fugitives like him, and... he will treat the witch equally, if it is the same as Feife, my wife will No..." He was a little silent for a moment. "So I prefer to work directly for my Highness."

"Then you don't want to say anything when you go back now, just when you have never been to the dock."

"Why..." he looked up in surprise.

"A good informant should be used to hiding secrets in his own heart, not sharing it with others, especially at this critical moment," Tassa said in a word, "If you want to work for your Highness, There are many places to learn." (To be continued.)