My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 9 Pharmaceutical Suppliers

The priest had been gone for a long time, and Crown was still sitting in his chair.

The rising and falling of his chest showed that he was not in a calm mood.

108 gold shields in exchange for a vague promise. He knew he shouldn't place his hopes on other people's character, but he wanted to take a gamble.

Make money, Stud!
If he wins, he steps into the world of the Mystic. If he loses, his shooting skills are not perfect.

If he wants to come back for revenge, he will always find an opportunity!

Perhaps it was the golden wall that gave him the confidence. Unknowingly, the cowardice in Croun's character in his previous life gradually disappeared, replaced by resolute and resolute courage.

. . . .

On the east side of town, steam engines roared noisily in the quarry.

A kind of basalt is produced here. The townspeople mine the raw stone and polish it to make exquisite floors or carve various utensils.

Quarrying is considered the pillar industry of Zach Town, supporting more than half of the town's population.

Crown rode a rented mule past the bustle of the quarry and continued eastward.

On the road, we encountered steam locomotives pulling goods from time to time.

Climb over the hills and come to a gentle slope.

Here, there are two livestock farms and a slaughterhouse.

About a quarter of the Rhine City's pork, beef and mutton supply comes from here.

Crown's real big customers are concentrated on this slope.

As a herbalist, he mainly serves animals. In a sense, Crown is more like a veterinarian.

For example, the pink potion that Old Moya supplied to Yalu and others was a diluted product of the potion used by stallions, breeding pigs, etc. He needed to recalculate the dosage suitable for humans.

Based on his past memories, his current level of herbal medicine is no less than that of his father, and his ability in refining potions is even far greater than that of his father.

Another effect brought by proficiency is that after succeeding once, his lowest level next time can reach the highest level last time.

Humans are emotional animals, and their state will always have ups and downs, but his state will remain at that high point.

It's equivalent to his state being at its previous peak, which is very scary.

. . . .

Crown arrived at the gate of a livestock farm, got off the mule, tied it to a nearby stake, and then began to call the owner of the livestock farm.
"Mr. Ronny, this is Crown, please open the door."

The iron gate covered with thorns was quickly opened, and a tall, sturdy middle-aged man with a red beard and a square face came out.

The man opened his arms and hugged Crown, saying, "I deeply condolences for what happened to your family."

After hugging him hard for a few times, the man put his hands on the other person's shoulders and looked at his face carefully: "It seems that you are very strong and have overcome the sadness."

"The dead return to the embrace of the Lord of Fire, while the living must face the world. My choice is to face it with a smile."

"Very good. Your father and I first interacted more than 20 years ago, when you were not born yet. If you need help, come to your Uncle Ronnie."

Crown smiled shyly: "Thank you. I discovered that I have a great talent for making potions. I wonder if my uncle's livestock farm can let me continue to supply them?"

Ronnie's expression was awkward for a moment. He didn't answer directly and pulled the other person into the house in the livestock farm.

"You sit here for a while. Carlovin needs me, and I have to go take a look."

Crown had been here many times with his father, and he knew that Carlovin, a brown stallion with a golden mane, was the most expensive property at Ronnie's ranch.

This is a fine stallion of mixed Morgan blood.

It is said that all the viscounts of Rhine City used Carlovin to breed their family’s mares.

Ronnie's words of evasion were expected by Crown. His predecessor was dull by nature and did not show any extraordinary talent in herbal medicine.The profession of herbalist is similar to that of traditional Chinese medicine in previous lives. The older you get, the more valuable you become.

It is impossible to get Ronnie's attention based on his previous performance.

Now, when Crown offered to continue supplying medicines to the livestock farm, of course Ronnie had to avoid it.

Crown immediately stood up and took Ronnie's arm. The middle-aged man's expression instantly became cold.

He didn't seem to see the cold eyes of the other party. While putting his wooden box on the table, he said: "Uncle, you might as well take a look at my potion before discussing cooperation. If it doesn't work, I will never bother you and leave immediately."

His words had reached this point, Ronnie did not leave, but the distrust in his eyes was still strong.

The man still did not believe that a 20-year-old young man could achieve his father's attainments in herbal medicine.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a good relationship with the other party's father, he might have already kicked him out.

There are three types of medicines brought by Crown. The first is to treat dysentery, the second is to treat flatulence, and the third is a medicine to increase the stallion's interest.

They are all common medicines in livestock farms. In a sense, they are fast-selling medicines.

These medicines can also be used on humans after being diluted, but the dosage is very particular.

Opening the wooden box, Crown took out one of the three potions and handed it to Ronnie.

The man took the potion, shook it a few times, and looked at it carefully.

'Huh', he said in surprise.

Judging from the color, these potions are not inferior to the other party's father's, or even better.

Ronnie half-squinted: "Did you really make it? It couldn't have been left behind after your father made it, right?"

"If I didn't create it, how many times can I hide it?"

The man nodded and agreed with this statement: "I want to try the medicine. If it can achieve the effect of your father, I agree to continue to cooperate. The price will be the same as before."

Old Moya is the only herbalist in the town. If he cannot buy it from Little Croun, he will have to buy it from the merchants or the pharmacist in Rhine City, which will increase the cost a lot.

"of course can."

Ronnie felt the other party's confidence and nodded: "There is no problem with the medicine. I will purchase medicine from you for a long time."

Together, the two of them went to find out how effective the drug was in animal experiments.

An hour and a half later, Ronnie looked at Carlovin, who had been struggling on the mare for nearly an hour, and then at the collie, who was no longer bloated, and the collie, whose stool was obviously not so loose, and couldn't help but nod. .

He generously received a batch of medicines from Crown and placed an order.

The two said goodbye happily, and Crown mounted his mule and headed to the next livestock farm.

Using the same method, he obtained the qualification to supply medicine from Mr. Lockent without any surprise.

Crown said goodbye to Lockent: "I will come here once a week from now on. If there is an emergency, sir, you can send someone to the town to find me."

Lockent patted his back, nodded and said: "I understand. Seeing you like this, Old Moya must be very happy to have a successor."

"Sir, I found that there are a few less turkeys in the chicken farm."

A fat woman ran out of the livestock farm in a panic, shouting from a distance.

"Damn chicken thief, don't let me catch you!"

Lockent cursed and turned around: "Sorry, I need to deal with the chicken farm first."

"Goodbye, sir", Crown got on his horse and left.

(End of this chapter)