Chapter 41 41. There Is Always an Irreconcilable Conflict Between the Apothecary Guild and the Drug Dealers

The next day, Mo Cheng changed into a mage's robe and put on a hood. At the same time, he found a long blond wig in his suitcase, put on contact lenses and colored his eyebrows.

He carried the basket alone, filled it with dozens of small jars of healing ointment that he had mobilized the children to help pack last night, spread it with hay and left the Albert House.

Mo Cheng did not choose the nearest store, but walked specifically to the magic area. The structure of Fairhaven is very interesting. The center is naturally the palace area. It is said that there is a center that controls the entire city.

Then there is the noble district as the second ring guarding the palace, and then there is the rich district and the magic shops that divide the third ring in half. The third ring where the magic shops gather is also commonly known as the [Magic District].

Walking all the way, the physical strength given to Mo Cheng by the dragon blood made him tireless. He found a pharmacy with a fairly good decoration and appearance and went in.

Seeing Mo Cheng come in, a pharmacy clerk came up to him with a smile on his face, "Guest, how can I serve you?"

Mo Cheng first observed the potions placed outside. Unsurprisingly, most of them were mildly effective healing potions, which are what players call "money-stealing garbage".

This kind of watered-down healing potion only has the effect of disinfecting and accelerating wound scabbing. For players, the function of this thing is the same as that of red potion. If you buy one bottle for ten golden griffons, you can only use it less than twice. Red potion means everyone wants to hang up the merchant.

Mo Cheng nodded gently: "In addition to selling potions, do you also purchase potions here?"

The pharmacy clerk was stunned for a moment: "Guest, are you planning to sell medicines in our store?"

"Yes."

Mo Cheng took out a small jar of weak therapeutic ointment from the basket: "I have a newly developed hemostatic ointment here. I would like to ask your store's pharmacist to identify it. If you are willing to purchase it, you can also ask him to estimate it."

"But..." the pharmacy clerk said hesitantly: "Our store has a team of pharmacists who specialize in cooperation, so we generally do not purchase scattered medicines separately..."

Unexpectedly, the pharmacy would not cooperate with Sanren. Mo Cheng, who was on this level, frowned and said, "Okay, sorry for bothering you."

After walking out of the pharmacy, Mo Cheng tried a few more pharmacies, but the answer he got was without exception that there was a dedicated team of pharmacists who would not accept medicines from others.

"So what happened back then? I remember that pharmacies at that time were happy to buy self-made potions from individual people."

An accident occurred at the first step. Mo Cheng scratched his head in distress. He vaguely remembered that the pharmacy received the individual potion after the mildly effective treatment potion was driven out of the market, but he did not have a detailed understanding of the incident.

A SKIP player cannot be expected to understand the livelihood and economic issues in the game.

"Well, it's still several years away from the time period when the player originally logged in. It's probably what happened in those years."

Realizing that the first thing he had to face if he wanted to sell medicine was the mature rules that had established a chain of interests, Mo Cheng couldn't help but start to think about whether he should step back and find an agent to sell.

A pharmacy that was suppressed in the industry, received a small amount of medicines from its team of pharmacists, and had few customers coming to the door. Although there are few pharmacies that meet this condition, it is impossible to be absolutely non-existent.

But in that case, he would have to spend a lot of time investigating. Investigate the store, investigate the owner's character and qualifications. After all, Mo Cheng wants to find someone to make money. He doesn't want to find a fool who will lose all his potions, nor does he want to find a greedy person who uses various excuses to steal his own share.

While he was thinking, a harsh-sounding voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "You are the one selling potions everywhere?"

Mo Cheng turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and a pharmacist's crest with two snakes wrapped around a staff on his chest, looking at him haughtily with several followers.

"May I ask you are?"

"You don't even know the steward of the [Apothecary Guild], Mr. Tate Herman, and you still dare to sell potions in the Magic District?!"

The attendant next to Herman was scolding him as if he were his master, which immediately left a very bad impression on Mo Cheng.

"so?"

Mr. Herman waved his hand, and the entourage behind him immediately fell silent. His eyes scanned Mo Cheng from top to bottom, focusing on a few places where badges could be worn, as well as the basket Mo Cheng was carrying.

After not seeing any badges, Mr. Herman raised his head slightly, pointed his chin at Mo Cheng and said: "In order to supervise that the medicines circulating in the market comply with the standards of the Pharmacists Guild, the makers of all medicines sold in Fairhaven must maintain a It has a certificate from the Pharmacists Guild and is sold at prices guided by the guild.”

"Excuse me, do you have a certificate from the Pharmacists Guild?"

"No." Mo Cheng shook his head, "I only found out about this today."

"So, this batch of medicines of unknown origin has been confiscated by the Pharmacists Guild." Herman pointed at Mo Cheng's basket, his eyes even more arrogant, "And you need to go to the Pharmacists Guild with us to explain your The process of fake pharmacists selling counterfeit medicines.”

After a pause, Herman added: "We will give you a fair trial."

[Fake] pharmacist, sell [fake medicine], [confiscate] the medicine, take it back to the Pharmacist Guild for [explanation], and give him a [fair trial].

Mo Cheng would be damned if he couldn't understand the meaning behind these words. It just so happened that he had just remembered what the Pharmacists Guild was.

In a nutshell, a small bottle of rubbish potion that costs ten gold coins and can be used less than twice is a disgusting thing created by the Apothecary Guild.

Not to mention how many players had been tricked by the slightly effective healing potion in [Foreign Land], not to mention that the ointment in his hand was still his source of funds for a period of time in the future. Confiscating the ointment was equivalent to ruining his income.

The combination of old and new grudges was enough to make Mo Cheng not give him any good looks.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of a pharmacist's certificate, and I didn't even know that the Pharmacists Guild has the power to arrest people on the street. You'd better ask the patrol to prove that I'm selling counterfeit medicine."

Mo Cheng had a sneer on his face and said with a double entendre: "After all, there are too many scammers here who have joined together to sell fake medicines, and I can't tell them apart."

Herman finally stopped looking at people with his chin. He stared at Mo Cheng with his eyes like dead fish, and his tone was threatening: "It doesn't matter if young people don't understand the rules, but since we have come to the Fairhaven Magic District , you have to abide by the rules here, otherwise we won’t look good if there is a conflict, right?”

"Idiot!"

Li didn't want to pay attention to this guy, and Mo Cheng turned around and left. If it weren't for the law enforcement team patrolling the Magic Zone from time to time, fighting would easily be a waste of time. Mo Cheng would rush up and give Herman a combo punch on the spot.

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