Price of Management

“Hahaha! This is my body's victory! Yay!”

“Hnng... Have you seen such a crude posture?" ”

Erik grunts as he rises to his feet.

“At least Randall was surprised by your skills. ”

“Is that so?"

Randall speaks when Erik has a happy look on his face.

“Yes. How did your skills become so rusty in those two years…… As your swordsmanship teacher, I sigh. ”

It was Eric who was crumpling his face again.

But then I heard the old man's voice.

“Since you are loyal to the government, you have no time to rest. How much time will you have to hold a sword? ”

I put the sword in the sword and turned around, and there was an old man in his mid- to late 60s, of average build, in the training ground. Randall quickly bows his head when he sees an old man with a shabby beard.

“Welcome, Lord Duron. ”

Duke Duron nods briefly, pouting, and salutes Erik in front of him.

“To see you, Your Majesty. ”

“Welcome, Earl Duron. ”

Marquis Philippe Duron.

He was recruited last year by Eric as a treasure teller.

Originally the head of the Royal Family, Duron, he left everything to his son and retired.

The young king, Erik, chose him as a replacement for his lack of political experience and years of years, and was able to equip him after several visits and persuasion.

The reigning Grand Duke Duron has proven himself proficient in Erik's public affairs.

“It seems that not only my country, but also the entire continent has been plagued by black blood, Your Majesty. There's a terrifying prediction that the entire continent's population is going to shrink to a large extent. ”

“Huh, is that it? ”

Erik grows creepy.

Continental plague after last year's Great Plague.

I couldn't help but get a cold sweat just imagining how horrible that double evil would be.

“Fortunately, the large quantities of herbs for various infectious diseases have also been cultivated, as His Majesty instructed. Since we have previously located and taken action, the territory of the royal family should be relatively undamaged. ”

“That's a relief. ”

“There is no limit to your visions. ”

Erik scratches his head in shyness at the praise of Duke Duron.

“Actually, it's not the burden that predicted it. ”

“Yes?”

“Do you know Caroc Kunt, who sold 35,000 sacks of wheat to the royal family last summer? ”

“Oh, yeah. I've heard of youngsters who have mastered superiority and have mastered aesthetics. Oh, so you're saying the young man predicted the epidemic? ”

“Yes.”

The young Duke Duron's face surprises me.

“Predicting a great famine to gain a lot of wheat, and anticipating an epidemic is not a great talent, Your Majesty. ”

“Exactly. ”

“Then shouldn't he be put in the royal position? ”

“Ha, Jim didn't think of that? ”

“The talented king wouldn't have left such a friend alone. ”

“He refused. Seeing that the estate with the title has not yet been handed over, you don't seem very interested in politics. I always wanted to leave my knowledge with my luggage because I was really good at it. ”

“The spirituality that elevates the taste of wine, and he is a truly covetous friend. ”

Randall struggles with his appetite again.

Erik remembers the Queens Blood he tasted at the time and drools.

At that time, the pearls that Caroc enhanced their taste went out for less than a year after drinking metallurgical wine.

Moreover, after being tamed by the taste of the illusion, I can't even look at other wines anymore.

‘Let's hear his insight again. ’

Earl Duron opens his mouth to see if he knows what's going on in Erik's heart.

“Your Grace, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to see him myself. ”

“The erl himself? ”

“Yes, I'd like to see what he looks like. ”

“No. How can you be so old to have Jim send for you?" ”

“Your Majesty, he's busy right now. What would the merchant who predicted the epidemic do now? ”

“Ah! I see. ”

Perhaps Caroc Kunt is selling a small fortune to get his share. I was sure it would bother me if I called you in such a busy time.

I didn't have to nag him so I didn't have to live with him.

“Jim will go himself, then. ”

Erik said that because he was concerned about the health of the late Duron. It meant that he cared about him that much.

However, Marquis Duron's decision was resolved.

“The more time like this, the more you have to guard the palace. Don't worry, God is old, but he's still right. ”

After all, Eric had no choice but to accept it.

“Very well. I'll leave it to the baron. Just do me a favor. ”

“Tell me.”

“When I go, I take a few bottles of wine, maybe a dozen bottles.... ”

As Eric grumbles, Randall nods ferociously, too.

Duke Duron nods in a daze, but he understands.

‘How delicious.... ’

* * *

A herb called Sachsel is planted in the spring, so when flowers bloom in the summer and leaves grow heavily, the leaves are harvested.

The leaves are dried in the sun, ground to powder, then made into water and made into round pills and stored. About one saccharide contains sufficient medicinal potency to cure one patient with melanoma.

The Saxel pill, which was harvested last year, was stored in two large pharmacy warehouses, and was currently entrusted to Hansen's mother for care.

By the summer of that time, the new Saxel I planted in my herbal field grew well again. The herb farmers started processing the crop cells.

I asked Hansen to buy two more Medicine Storages and have them stock up on Sachsel tablets. There were four drugstores full of Sachsel pills. A tremendous amount! I was happy to see the black blood disease because I thought it was all money.

Now that the whole continent has begun to suffer from the black blood disease, it's time to start trading.

My business of using it to make money when people are dying of black blood disease may seem despicable.

But I swear, the most important value to me is never money.

I decided to make a lot of money in my second life, but this implies that I would use my money to benefit my family, my territory and the people of this country and the entire continent.

I did not commit mass extortion of Sachsel from any other pharmacist. I just bought a bunch of herb fields to grow as many as I could.

If I grow more Sachets and sell them to others, my business will save more people's lives.

So if I'm morally right, I'm right. I'm not saying I'm wrong.

Well, don't you think it would be nice to have a good job and make some money?

All right!

It's time to start trading!

I took out a piece of paper and pen and started writing a letter.

"Your Majesty, the honorable and noble King of Orient Kingdom.

I am a merchant, Samnam Caroc Kunt, author of Kunt in the Kingdom of Leaden. I offer this letter to His Holiness King Orien because I am confident that my proposal will be beneficial for him as well.

And as the whole continent became dizzy from the onset of the black blood disease, I was fortunate enough to have a large number of Saccharles. As a merchant, selling goods to people in need, I have a desire to sell my own Sachet to the Orient Royal Court, which is concerned about people suffering from black blood disease.

As a merchant, of course, I want to be rewarded for my work.

If you know anything about me, I'm sure King Orion, who is wise, knows what I want.

We wish you all the best in your dealings.

-The Baron Karoc Kunt of the Caroc Grain Chamber "

Perhaps when this letter arrives, the Orient royal family who suffered from black blood fever will open their eyes.

They will investigate me in vain, and they will also know that I recently entered the military industry, such as buying an iron ore mine and setting up a large weapons store.

Then you will know what I want in return for selling Sachsel. Unless there are idiots in the Orient royal family.

But the question is, who's going to deliver this letter? I would have sent Hansen, if I had to, but I can't have him deliver an important letter to a layman (who is extremely naive).

Hmm. Maybe I should ask Arthur. I think we should leave it to one of the family knights.

I picked up the letter and headed to the mansion.

But then I saw a servant of my family running from a distance. The servant ran toward me as soon as he found out I had something to do with it.

“Duke Caroc, no, Baron! ”

“What's going on? ”

“The Grand Duke is calling. ”

“Yes. I was just on my way to the mansion myself. ”

As soon as I got to the mansion, I went up to Arthur's office.

“Arthur, it's me. ”

“Yes, welcome. You're here sooner than I thought. ”

“Yes, I have some business with you, too. ”

“Business?”

“Yes, please. ”

“Please... ”

Arthur frowned and looked at me. Why do you look like that when I ask you to do something?

“We need to send a letter to the Orient Royal Court, but we can't just send it to anyone. I'd like to order one of the family knights. ”

“To the House of Orients? ”

I told surprised Arthur.

“Of course. I have to sell a pile of black blood cells. ”

“Then why are you in the Orient Royal Court...? ”

Arthur had only just realized my importance.

“That's two birds in one stone. Clever boy!”

“Ah-ha-ha, compliments. ”

“I see. Leave the letter to me. ”

I knew the letter and handed it to my brother.

“Then why did you call me, sir? ”

“Oh, right. People are coming to see you in the royal court. ”

“In the royal family?”

That's not very good news.

Since I warned you that there was an epidemic, you won't reach out to me because you don't have one...

Then it seemed like he was trying to be my equal or get some advice.

King Erik would be surprised if I predicted the Black Death epidemic correctly.

By the way, young king, you don't think you know me very well, do you?

I've just been living my life for 90 years, preparing for the Great Plague and the Black Plague, and I've given King Erik all sorts of advice.