Extraordinary Bloodline Integration

The next day, Mo Cheng put on the hood after changing into the robes of the body mage. At the same time, he found a wig with long blonde hair in the suitcase, put on colored contact lenses, and colored his eyebrows.

Carrying the basket alone, he filled it with dozens of small jars of healing ointment that he mobilized the children to help distribute last night, spread the hay, and left Albert's house.

Mo Cheng didn't choose the nearest shop, but deliberately walked to the magic area. The structure of Fairhaven is very interesting. The center is naturally the palace area. It is said that there is also a center that controls the entire city.

Then there is the aristocratic area as the second ring to guard the palace, and then the rich area and magic shops divide the third ring in half.

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

Seeing Mo Cheng coming in, a clerk from the pharmacy greeted him with a smile on his face, "Customer, what can I do for you?"

Mo Cheng first observed the medicines placed outside, and it was no surprise that most of them were minor healing medicines, that is, [trash for money] in the players' mouths.

The effect of this watered healing potion is limited to disinfection and accelerated wound scabbing. For players, the function of this thing is equivalent to red potion. If you buy a bottle of ten golden griffins, you can only use it twice. The red potion is that everyone wants to hang the business up.

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

The pharmacy clerk was stunned for a moment: "Guest, are you planning to sell pharmacy in this shop?"

"Yes."

Mo Cheng took out a small jar of weak therapeutic ointment from the basket: "I have a newly developed hemostatic ointment here. I hope to ask the pharmacist in your store to appraise it. If you are willing to buy it, you can also ask him to estimate the price."

"But..." the pharmacist hesitated, "Our store has a team of pharmacists who cooperate with us, so we generally don't buy scattered medicines..."

The pharmacy doesn't cooperate with casual people. Unexpectedly, Mo Cheng on this floor frowned, "Okay, excuse me then."

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

"So what happened back then? I remember that the pharmacy at that time was very happy to buy medicines made by loose people."

There was an accident at the first step, and Mo Cheng scratched his head in distress. He vaguely remembered that the pharmacy received the loose medicine after the minor healing medicine was driven out of the market, but he didn't have a detailed understanding of the incident.

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

"Well, there are still several years before the time when the player logged in. It is estimated that something happened in those few years."

Realizing that the first thing he has to face when he wants to sell medicine is the mature rules that have established a chain of interests, Mo Cheng can't help but start thinking about whether he should retreat and find an agent to sell it.

A pharmacy that was suppressed in the industry, received few medicines from the pharmacist team, and had few customers. Although there are few pharmacies that meet this condition, it is impossible for them to never exist.

It's just that he would have to spend a lot of time doing research in that way. 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 to lose all his medicines, and he doesn't want to find a greedy one to use all kinds of excuses to take his share.

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

Mo Cheng turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white robe with a pharmacist's coat of arms with two snakes in the middle on his chest, and several followers looked at him arrogantly.

"excuse me, you are?"

"You don't even know Mr. Tate Herman, the steward of the [Apothecary Guild], yet you dare to sell potions in the magic area?!"

The entourage next to Herman was yelling at him as though he was his master, and immediately left a 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 and the basket Mo Cheng was holding.

After not seeing any badges, Mr. Herman raised his head slightly, pointed his chin at Mo Cheng and said, "In order to monitor that the medicines circulating in the market meet the standards of the Pharmacists' Guild, the producers of all medicines sold in Fairhaven must hold It has a certificate from the Pharmacists Association, and it is sold at the price guided by the association."

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

"No." Mo Cheng shook his head, "I just found out about it today."

"Then, these batches of unknown medicines are now confiscated by the Pharmacists' Guild." Herman pointed to Mo Cheng's basket, his eyes became more arrogant, "And you, you need to go to the Pharmacists' Guild with us to explain your The process of counterfeit pharmacists selling counterfeit medicines~www.novelmt.com~ After a pause, Herman added: "We will give you a fair trial. "

[Counterfeit] pharmacist, selling [fake medicine], [confiscating] the medicine, bringing it back to the Pharmacists Guild [explain], and will give him a [fair trial].

Mo Cheng would be a ghost if he couldn't understand the meaning behind these words, it just so happened that he also remembered what the Pharmacists' Guild was just now.

In a nutshell, ten gold coins and a small bottle of junk potion with less than two uses on the market is a disgusting thing made by the Pharmacists Guild.

Not to mention how many players have been cheated by the micro-healing potion in [Exotic Land], not to mention that the ointment in his hand will be his source of funds for a period of time in the future. Confiscating the ointment is equivalent to ruining his income.

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

"Sorry, I've never heard of a pharmacist's certificate, and I don't even know that the Pharmacist's Guild has the power to arrest people on the street. You'd better ask a patrol to prove that I'm selling fake medicines."

Mo Cheng sneered, and said with a pun: "After all, there are too many scammers who have united to sell fake medicines here, and I can't tell them apart."

Herman finally stopped looking at people with his chin. He stared at Mo Cheng with dead fish-like eyeballs, and his tone was threatening: "It doesn't matter if you young people don't know the rules, but since you have come to Fairhaven magic area , you have to abide by the rules here, otherwise, if there is a conflict, everyone will not look good, right?"

"Fool!"

He didn't even want to pay attention to this guy, so Mo Cheng turned around and left. If it wasn't for the law enforcement team patrolling the Magic Zone from time to time, fighting would be a waste of time.