The next day, the newspaper reported that the first prince had left for the place where the second prince was recuperating for a visit.
Duke Kaidel arrived at the palace with the final postwar compensation plan after the first prince had left the capital.
So the postwar compensation plan was announced by the Emperor’s mouth. Everyone was satisfied with the content.
From the Beginning
Looking back, I didn’t hate the smell of herbs. It was the scent that always came from our cabin, subtly embedded in my mother’s hair.
I had been showing my face at the town’s herbal medicine store every three days, gradually closing the gap.
Fearing they might lose their place to me, the herbal medicine store’s employees began to subtly show their vigilance, but I was shamelessly pushing my hips in, offering food as a bribe.
Of course, the old store owner liked it.
When I spent a day there and came back, the smell of herbs and medicinal ingredients lingered on my clothes. Smelling it relaxed my heart.
I intended to accept the next job offer from the herbal medicine store owner, pretending to lose.
When I returned to the count’s house, I devoured books on herbal medicine and botany. Having studied to the bone for the past few years, this amount of study was not even funny.
The mansion became quiet after Misha entered the academy, creating the best environment for me.
When the bribes I had fed to the employees began to wear off, I was able to pretend to know by moderately using what I had studied.
Since my solid knowledge of medicinal herbs directly connected to sales by facilitating communication with customers, they were slowly beginning to give up.
Seeing that, I thought that perhaps I should have gone in this direction earlier.
One afternoon, a man in a wornout robe came into the store.
Though the faded and colorless robe had no distinguishing features and was often washed, I recognized the highquality fabric.
He looked around the store and asked in a small, quiet voice.
“Do you handle Mandariosa and Gaeptunebuk grass?”
“Manda……, we don’t have such a thing?”
A passing employee at the entrance answered, and he quietly turned around.
Those two plants were not commonly used herbs. Those who wanted those plants were of one kind only. Alchemists.
I never thought someone looking for what I had just read about yesterday would appear.
I hurried over and said,
“I need to check if we can supply the plants for alchemy materials. The owner decides on that sort of thing.”
“Ah.”
“I’ll serve you a cup of tea, so please wait a moment.”
He followed me into the store with an expression of unexpectedness, as I pulled him along, recognizing the uncommon plants as alchemical ingredients.
“How about Jokdu bean tea?”
“Thank you. That would be nice.”
I smiled shyly, served the tea, and ran to the courtyard.
Perhaps this is it, a delightful excitement came rushing in, and it had been a long time since I felt this good.
Alchemists were such rare professions that one might wonder if they really existed. Since the materials they use are special, once a trade is established, a highvalue transaction is possible. This could have been an opportunity to pioneer a market of my own.
I explained his order to the herbal medicine store owner grandfather and asked if it could be arranged.
Alchemy is the only job that spends money like water on a poor subject, he said, adding that this statement would suffice.
After listening to all my words, Grandfather frowned and asked again.
“Does this make a business?”
I realized that he was not asking about profit, but whether it was worth the effort.
Considering the distribution channel and collection commission, the initial cost is quite high.
Even if the burden is relatively low, if the remaining profit is minimal, this work should be folded, regardless of whether there is a deficit or not. Because the time and effort must be redirected to where the profit remains more.
I can’t know the result of what I haven’t tried. But if I don’t try, I will never know it.
I nodded vigorously with a stern expression.
“Yes, Grandfather. Because it’s alchemy?”
It was a response as if I were going to produce gold.
Grandfather grumbled something and called an old clerk to contact someone, saying he would get what you said.
The power of the distribution network he had built throughout his life was that great.
I turned to the customer and said cheerfully,
“You’ll have to give us at least five days, as it’s our first time handling this. Of course, we’ll deliver it as soon as we get it within that time. Is that okay?”
He smiled, satisfied.
“Alright. I’ll wait.”
The delivery address he paid the deposit and wrote down was an unexpected place.
When I looked at it and opened my eyes wide, he smiled silently and turned away.
I had never seen someone move without making a noise. Somehow, the ridiculous job and such strange points seemed a little cool.
But looking down at the words in the notebook again, I felt like I had dug my grave again.
“Oh…….”
“Front of Whinid Royman, 3rd Imperial Palace Pharmacy.”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
