Chapter 220 : Chapter 220
Chapter 220. Give Me a Hangover Cure
“Ugh, I’m drunk.”
THUD.
A man who had been drinking recklessly eventually collapsed onto the table.
He was a guard of Marcellent City.
He drank excitedly because the next day was his day off just in time.
Colleagues drinking with him nearby patted his back.
“Hey, isn’t this friend running too hard just because he got promoted?”
“Senior. Get a hold of yourself. Please bring some water here!”
The man, collapsed on the table, felt the sensation of the world spinning round and round.
“No. I’m not drunk yet…… I’m perfectly fine…….”
When the man mumbled unable to gather his senses, a colleague next to him clicked his tongue.
“Like this, how are you going to go to your daughter’s birthday party? Didn’t you say it opens in the capital tomorrow morning?”
“That’s right, Senior. You said you had to go to the gate stone early tomorrow.”
At his colleagues’ words, the man barely raised his collapsed upper body.
“……Of course, naturally. Huh? I have to go! I’m the dad! It’s my daughter’s birthday!”
However, unlike the man’s heart, his vision kept spinning round and round.
“Uh oh?”
The man became frightened only then.
Because he remembered being late to the party after drinking a lot with colleagues the night before his daughter’s birthday last year too.
‘I hate you, Dad! How can you be late on my birthday?!’
‘No, Dad had some work…… instead, I bought a gift like this. Huh? Please forgive Dad just this once.’
‘I don’t need this measly gift! Do you think I don’t know? You smell like alcohol, Dad!’
‘Al…… alcohol smell?’
‘Yeah! Who said I need a gift? I just want to have a birthday party with Dad! But Dad just drinks alcohol! If you’re going to be like this, don’t come to my birthday ever again!’
His daughter’s voice echoed in the man’s head.
If you’re going to be like this, don’t come to my birthday ever again. Don’t come.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Although he made a mistake last year, this time he absolutely had to show a perfectly fine appearance.
The man was a goose father.
Leaving his daughter studying in the capital and his wife behind, working far away, he sometimes drank heavily unable to endure the loneliness.
But this time he drank for a good reason.
He intended to drink just a little with colleagues to celebrate his promotion, but ended up…….
The man suddenly reddened his eyes.
“Right, that happened. I’m sorry, Amy……! I’m sorry…… sob.”
Like this, he couldn’t show a cool appearance to his daughter.
No matter how much he washed, it was clear he would smell like alcohol the moment he opened his mouth.
“I, I’m trash! Aaaah!”
The man screamed tearing at his hair.
It was when he was writhing in guilt.
Someone with a black hood pulled over their head approached subtly.
“Oh dear, there’s no way I can just pass by after hearing such a story.”
He took out a bottle from his bosom and thrust it onto the table where the man was collapsed.
“Wh, what is this?”
The man asked bewilderedly looking at the bottle suddenly thrust forward.
“Drink it thinking you’re being tricked. One bottle of this sobered me up.”
……What?
Drinking this makes you sober?
There’s no way such a medicine exists.
However, the man was drunk and in a desperate situation for anything.
Despite his colleagues’ dissuasion, he lifted the bottle and poured it into his mouth with an urgent heart.
“Senior! Are you drinking knowing what that is?”
“Hey you rascal! Spit it out, spit it out!”
A potion given by a suspicious person no matter who looked.
However, the man opened his mouth wide feeling he was really starting to sober up not long after.
His mind was clearing up.
His stomach which felt like vomiting also calmed down.
The man asked with an urgent voice.
“What is this? Where can I buy it!?”
However, the someone who left the bottle had already disappeared suddenly just as they had appeared.
The man looked into the bottle urgently.
It was written like this there.
- Hangover cure. Dice Shop.
* * *
“Give me a hangover cure!”
“Me too!”
“Please calculate one bottle, no, ten bottles for me too!”
Suddenly, customers flooded into the Dice Shop.
They were all customers looking for the hangover cure.
As soon as the hangover cure was displayed, it was selling like hot cakes.
People who drank it once found their way to the Dice Shop somehow, bought the hangover cure, and returned.
“Yes, here it is. It is the hangover cure.”
Radel put the hangover cure in a bag and smiled a sincere smile.
Then the customer who received the bag grumbled.
“I suffered finding this because it wasn’t anywhere else but the Dice Shop.”
“Is that so?”
“I’m telling you. Please keep selling it, Boss. You absolutely must not discontinue it?”
It was as Radel expected.
The hangover cure that appeared in a world where the concept of relieving hangovers didn’t exist made people go wild.
Sales attempted by Dice Shop employees finding drunk people and handing out one bottle each was also a secret to popularity.
People who experienced the effect personally started spreading word of mouth.
A situation where he had already even obtained a patent with Professor Cailin’s advice.
Radel was producing hangover cures with Tunia in the alchemy workshop every day after his daily routine ended.
Since rumors had spread now, he just had to sell diligently.
JINGLE.
“Welcome, this is the Dice Shop. Oh, Mr. Cronin?”
Radel greeted Cronin, the successor of the Spear Guild and the branch manager of the Spear Guild Marcellent branch, gladly upon his appearance.
“It’s been a while. You’ve been well, right?”
“Yes, Prince. You were in the shop just in time…….”
Cronin smiled an awkward smile.
Actually, he didn’t want to come when Radel was there.
Because he knew that if he was with the 8th Prince, the common sense he had protected might be broken.
It was like that when he found real estate before, and it was like that at the interview picking new recruits for the Dice Shop.
Unlike his father, Baron Spear, he was a safety-first person.
Even when bringing in new products, he preferred only verified items.
Visiting the Dice Shop this time was also after confirming the quality and stability of the hangover cure.
‘Father said we must absolutely win the exclusive rights to the hangover cure…….’
As soon as Baron Grandal Spear heard the news of the hangover cure being sold at the Dice Shop, he pestered his son Cronin.
His sense as a merchant was shouting that they must win the contract unconditionally.
However, Cronin wanted to communicate with Radel in writing if possible.
Every time he was with the 8th Prince, he felt like his safe and common-sense world was being denied.
It was like that even now.
“Boss!”
“Could you wait for a moment? I will return soon.”
“Yes, do so.”
Radel asked for Cronin’s understanding at the employee’s urgent call and left his seat for a moment.
‘Come to think of it, the employees look few.’
Cronin’s gaze examined every corner of the shop.
Since he was the person in charge of employee education when the Dice Shop first started business, he also had strict standards.
Customers keep coming in, but there are no employees responding.
It was the moment Cronin’s mood was about to become uncomfortable as a branch manager of a guild.
“Customer. Are you perhaps looking for this dancing cat?”
“Oh my, thank you. How did you know?”
An employee appeared without presence and handed an item to the customer.
That wasn’t all.
If he thought products were running low, they were displayed in the blink of an eye.
It was the same for trash falling on the floor.
After blinking once, it had become clean.
‘……What is this?’
Clearly no one is seen.
When do they appear and disappear?
Cronin was confused.
No matter how much he tried to look for employees, they didn’t stand out.
Invisible employees.
Does this make sense.
Once again, his common sense was being destroyed…….
“Mr. Cronin, you waited long, right?”
When Radel returned, Cronin looked like a person whose soul had left somewhere.
“What did you say earlier, I think you said let’s contract on the condition that Spear Guild takes the exclusive rights to the hangover cure. If it’s exclusive, I would like to raise the ratio you proposed earlier more.”
“……Ah, yes.”
“So I propose 8:2. How is it?”
“……Yes, do so.”
It was to the extent that Radel was surprised at Cronin’s answer.
Haggling ends this easily?
Anyway, with this, the labor cost for the Meteor Shower Knights was solved.
Radel smiled pleasantly thinking of the money that would come in the future.
* * *
Capital of the Cretian Empire, Levarsen.
A long line of people stretched in front of the Spear Guild.
“Five bottles of hangover cure!”
“Is it the Dice Shop brand? The one the 8th Prince made! Give me that!”
Baron Grandal Spear’s mouth tore open in a grin.
As expected, just as he predicted, the hangover cure developed by the 8th Prince was selling boasting tremendous popularity.
Furthermore, Supreme Deity Order believers also joined in and raised sales.
Along with words that since it is a potion made by the Saint of the Thirsty Land, the 8th Prince, the effect is good.
That news also entered the ears of the reformist faction Bishops of the Supreme Deity Order.
“Are you saying the insolent 8th Prince is using our Supreme Deity Order recklessly for business now?!”
“That is what I mean! Should we leave this be?”
Saying this happened because the Archbishop left it alone, the reformist faction Bishops were indignant with one voice.
They were consistently casting opposing votes to the internal opinion to officially support the 8th Prince.
There were those secretly supporting other royals, those taking bribes, and above all, those colluding with the Black Order.
They were practically a group taking care of their own interests under the pretext that the Supreme Deity Order must be reformed.
They thought it worked out well just in time.
Using this as a pretext, they would suppress the 8th Prince.
The reformist faction Bishops, whose opinions matched, headed to the Marcellent Supreme Deity Order Temple immediately.
“No, what is all this?”
“How can priests and holy knights who should be frugal have such…… on their bodies!”
What they saw at the Marcellent Supreme Deity Order Temple was none other than lily brooches.
Regardless of apprentice priests or holy knights, most had lily brooches attached to their chests.
General believers were the same.
“They say that is sold at that nonsensical House of the Undead!”
“What? They receive money? That’s why I said let’s not make that place a holy ground!”
“Back then, the Archbishop’s opinion was so firm that it couldn’t be helped!”
They calmed their anger and inspected the Marcellent Temple underground prison this time.
Since Bishop Lambrado Altante, the head of the Inquisitors, made such a fuss, they went to see, but it was a more pleasant environment than thought.
“Tsk tsk, I knew it would be like this. Bishop Lambrado got angry for no reason.”
“If I knew it would be this quiet, I should have cut the budget more.”
However, the insider of the Black Order couldn’t help but be shocked.
The heretics wearing the Necklace of Joy were too peaceful.
“It seems the high people of the Supreme Deity Order came to see us.”
“That’s right. I hope those people also find peace quickly.”
It was an appearance not like devil worshipers at all.
‘Wh, what is this?!’
They said those necklaces were also supplied to the temple by the 8th Prince.
Looking only at the Marcellent Temple, it seemed as if the Supreme Deity Order had fallen completely into the 8th Prince’s grasp.
To take control of this honey pot they should be manipulating!
The reformist faction Bishops felt a strong sense of crisis and trembled.
And departed for the Dice Shop where the 8th Prince was immediately.