Chapter 628: A Simpler Reason

"Phew—"

After returning to the luxurious Tent, Professor Samael plopped down onto the sofa.

To be honest, although this mission seemed simple, it was indeed not difficult at all in reality.

However, that feeling he had never experienced before was very thrilling.

After all, he used to be a teaching professor, and after transmigrating, he was still a teaching professor. The only difference was whether there was magic and mana.

So the feeling just now of acting like 'a mysterious person operating in the shadows' truly made him experience something different from his past decades of life.

Thrilling.

Nothing but thrilling.

To the extent that even after returning to the Tent and resting on the sofa for ten minutes, that excited mood still couldn't be effectively calmed down.

Thinking open-mindedly like this, Professor Samael took out his card.

Hermit: "@Justice, are you there? I've sent the things over to you."

Justice: "Hahahaha, I've received the things. Thank you, Professor. I've also sent some return gifts to you."

Hermit: "Actually, there's no need to be polite."

Justice: "No, no, this is not being polite. This is what you deserve. If you don't take it, I won't feel at ease on my end."

Fine.

Since words had reached this point, Samael also had nothing to be polite about.

Opening the inbox, Samael glanced at the things inside.

Good heavens.

Fortunately, considering that he was outside, he didn't take the things out directly like he usually did.

Otherwise, the luxurious Tent prepared for him by the king would probably be bursting at the seams.

Not to mention anything else, just the boxes of fruit and barrels of fruit wine amounted to as many as a hundred of each.

One must know that 'each' meant including the fruits.

In other words, there were a hundred boxes of each type of fruit.

This once made Samael think that the other party was using them as a favor because the products were unsalable.

As a result, upon seeing the names of those liquors, he knew he had overthought it.

Palupa Wine.

A type of mixed fruit wine.

Riesling didn't specify what the exact ingredients were.

But there was no doubt that this wine, evaluated as A-grade by the small screen appraisal, was the highest masterpiece Riesling could produce right now.

Just taking one sip could grant a status of a thirty percent attribute increase for an hour.

It could be described as so powerful that it was abnormal.

Moon: "Right, @Hermit, how is the matter regarding the black market merchant selling this liquor that we talked about before?"

Shang Chuan, who had just finished his work, immediately came over after seeing that Samael had produced results.

As a merchant, he acutely sensed that there was something shady in this liquor commercial war.

But as for what it exactly was, it was unclear due to too little information.

So he wanted to ask this professor who had come into contact with the relevant personnel.

Hermit: "That merchant selling liquor is not as cautious as you expected. Instead, he accepts anyone who comes. No matter who buys, as long as they have money, he sells. He has absolutely no vigilance to speak of."

Speaking of this matter, Samael, who was resting, also found it a bit strange.

Because he also very much agreed with Shang Chuan's guess.

It was precisely because his psychological state was built on the foundation of this agreement that he was so excited and thrilled when going out.

But actually, thinking back on it now, he seemed to have had absolutely no need to go with this mindset of 'doing a bad deed'.

Suddenly, he felt like he lost out a bit.

Hermit: "However, in order not to attract the other party's attention, I only bought five bottles."

Moon: "Is that so? I didn't expect the estimation to be wrong. However, this way, things will probably be more troublesome than imagined."

Hermit: "Why?"

Moon: "If the other party truly doesn't conceal this kind of thing, then they could just open a shop, shout it out on the world channel, and make money however they want without any problems."

Moon: "But the other party specifically uses black market merchants, people who hide their heads and show their tails, to do this business, yet they do it with such great fanfare. That indicates the other party should also be anxious, or for some other reason, resulting in the necessity to sell off these liquors quickly."

Moon: "This situation is a complete Internal Contradiction. Anyone looking at it would feel that there is a problem, right?"

Hermit: "Indeed. Now that you mention it, it's really a bit suspicious."

Hermit: "At that time, when I was buying, I also tried to add the other party as a friend, but it wasn't successful."

Moon: "It's normal that it wasn't successful. After all, even if they were willing to add you, their boss probably wouldn't let them do so."

As mentioned before, the vast majority of these people who could run business outside were at the bottom of the organization.

So people like them only needed to sell things according to instructions. There was fundamentally no decision-making power.

Hermit: "Yes, but when I left, he also said that if the liquor was finished and I felt it tasted good, I could take the liquor bottle and go to other war zones to look for black market merchants."

Hermit: "As long as it's their people, they will actively contact me after seeing the liquor bottle."

Moon: "He actually said such words?"

Shang Chuan, who was in front of the card, stared dumbfoundedly at the message on the card.

He never expected that these people would actually choose such a primitive method.

But since they were already having people peddle in the war zones, this form should also be reasonable.

But...

Hermit: "Yes, that's what he said."

Hermit: "However, that guy's business is quite good. Just when I left, the other party had sold at least tens of thousands of bottles."

Moon: "It's not surprising at all that they could sell so much. After all, no matter what, they have squeezed Justice's fruit wine market to the point of unsalability."

Shang Chuan didn't find anything strange about the other party's booming sales.

The data was right there, so it was perfectly normal to sell so well.

He just didn't know what kind of magic that liquor possessed to be able to make people who came into contact with it for the first time fall in love with it.

Moon: "By the way, I forgot to ask, what is the unit price of that liquor?"

Skillfully grasping the unit prices and fluctuations of various commodities was a compulsory course for a magical merchant of Karim.

Because only in this way could one pick up bargains in the vast personal shops and buy low and sell high.

Hermit: "One Gold Coin per bottle, about 200 milliliters a bottle."

How much!!!

Shang Chuan simply couldn't believe his eyes.

He didn't expect the other party to dare to sell a bottle of liquor so expensively, and there were actually people buying it.

In that case, wouldn't the turnover of one night easily exceed ten thousand Gold Coins?

Is it that lucrative?

No wonder Samael said just now that he was afraid of being suspected. Now it seemed that what he did was extremely correct.

After all, the funds those adventurers could take out at once were limited.

If a person who came up and bought a hundred bottles appeared at this time, then that person undeniably had a problem.

No matter what, it would definitely arouse the other party's suspicion and vigilance.

Tower: "Do you guys say there is a possibility that the person behind the scenes doesn't want to sell these liquors quickly, but has a simpler reason?"

At this moment, Lan Qingyou, who hadn't paid much attention to this intelligence that was of little use to her, popped up and stated her opinion.