Leo's group's base, which appeared to be a mercenary group on the outside, was not located in a back alley known as the underworld, but in an alley where blacksmith shops were located.
“Oh, I got that from a human working at the top of Ouz.”
Leo blurted out everything he knew, making the effort to drag Cain to him seem pointless.
“If you had just asked, I would have answered, but why did the police drag us in one after another?”
This isn't something to panic about. But he guessed it would be understandable if even the chief of police came to see him.
Judith's eyes narrowed. It's like he knew they'd come.
“I don’t think that’s a lie.”
“How can I lie about my safety? It’s true. If I lie, I’ll get arrested, so why would I lie?”
Leo responded naturally. The more he responded, the more Judith's eyes narrowed.
“I guess the owner over there has something to say to me.”
Judith, who had been quietly listening to Cain urging Leo, muttered softly.
Leo knew she would come.
The reason he answered without hesitation as soon as he was asked was not because he was pressured by the police, but because he had already finished talking with the Ouz chieftain.
Ouz top. If it is fate, it is fate, and if it is an evil fate, it is an evil fate. The first merchant to copy and sell Judith's incense was Ouz Top.
They didn't simply copy. They took advantage of their greater financial resources than Judith and mass-produced and sold them cheaply. Judith couldn't compete with the big stores that were mass-producing.
'I almost adopted Mr. Smith as my son back then.'
So she said she really wanted to see him in person someday, but she never thought she would see him like this.
“Pitcher’s incense? I don’t know.”
Ouz, the owner of the upper part of Ouz, offered tea to Judith and Erne, who had suddenly arrived.
Judging by his shameless face, it meant that he had prepared in advance so that there would be no problem even if he was caught distributing the incense of the pitcher plant from his superiors.
It was a good thing that busy Cain and Henry were sent back. Even if they had been brought back, the Ouz boss wouldn't have blinked an eye.
“I guess the guys below were secretly doing something and distributing that kind of stuff.”
The upperclassman, with his sun-bleached brown hair and exotic features, seemed to have already made up his mind to escape.
“I will voluntarily report myself to the police.”
He spoke to Erne, who was wearing a police uniform, thinking that he was a real police officer.
“Take me with you when you go later.”
“Are you going to hand over a few of your subordinates and move on?”
“It’s just simple distribution, so it’ll probably be fine. I’ll have to pay the fine.”
As it is a fairly large company, it has also hired legal counsel, the top shareholder added.
“Oh, I guess they make pitcher plant incense here?”
“I thought I just told you that I didn’t know, Miss Harrington.”
They looked at each other and smiled gently. But the gazes they met were fierce, like clashing swords.
“Since we’ve met here, let’s talk business, Miss Harrington.”
“Yes, Mr. Ouz.”
“Sell me the recipe for incense. I’ll give you 100 gold, no, 150 gold.”
Judith swallowed her laughter. How much is the incense worth? Why is he offering only 150 gold? Even if he asked for 1,500 gold, she wouldn't sell it.
“Do I look that ignorant of the ways of the world? No.”
Judith tilted her head hypocritically, rubbing her chin.
“I’m telling you this because I think you know a lot about the world. Even if it’s not our company, incense will soon be available somewhere.”
“So?”
“Then the price of incense will go down. If the price of the sagebrush incense spreads, it may become worthless. Then I wonder if Miss Harrington will be able to pay the rent for the store.”
“My store is for sale, not rent. Oh, I’m not bragging, but I’m telling you because I think you worry a lot about me.”
The corners of Judith's smiling mouth trembled with anger. The more they talked, the clearer it became that this was the work of the Ouz top.
At the same time, she wondered how well they had hidden the evidence of the manufacture of the pitcher plant incense to reveal their true intentions so blatantly.
“I’ll give you 50 gold more. 200 gold. That should be enough to cover living expenses while you plan out other businesses.”
The head of the Ouz extended his hand toward Judith as if to say that they should stop making a big deal out of it and settle things here.
“If you didn’t make the pitcher plant incense, then that’s fine.”
Negotiations are broken off.
Judith glanced at the outstretched hand of the squire, then stood up and left.
“What should I do? It looks like you’ve prepared thoroughly for that.”
Erne, who followed behind, whispered in worry. Judith clenched her fists and trembled as she muttered.
“That old man is looking at me like water, Erne. Man, man, seriously, this is making me mad.”
You hid the place where you made the pitcher plant incense so that no one could find it. Then I have to find another way...
“Should I just hit you a few times? Then you’ll be able to blow it easily.”
Judith wonders if that's the fastest way.
Judith, who returned to the Rhineland mansion, lay down with her head wrapped. Erne suddenly remembered Roam, who had said, “I am lying down with my head wrapped because of you.” Did Roam really lie down with his head wrapped in a white cloth?
He thought lying down with your head wrapped was an exaggeration, he didn't know it really was like lying down with your head wrapped in a cloth.
But then, don't you usually lie down in your own bed? Doesn't it feel too natural to lie down in my bed? Well, Erne doesn't have any objections to sharing a bed, but it seems strange given the circumstances.
Erne sat down next to Judith, feeling that something was strange.
It would have been better to just run wild, but he felt uncomfortable just watching her lie down in a corner with her head buried in it.
Her already thin shoulders are getting even more hunched over, and if she continues like this, she will get smaller and smaller and disappear.
Erne sat next to Judith and whispered.
“I told you to just hit him.”
“And what if that thug reports Erne? I heard he has legal advice.”
“You can’t report it if you don’t even get legal advice.”
“...”
Judith was momentarily speechless at the words that clearly spoke of his experience. Isn’t this why Gelard removed Erne from the First Division?
Judith swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Still, isn’t it admirable that Erne is standing up for her?
In the old days, he would have sold the recipe and told her to shamelessly make it and sell it.
"Yes."
Then that's enough. Judith sat up and threw off the white cloth covering her head.
“I can make it and sell it too.”
What's the problem, it's simple.
Erne, looking at Judith muttering to herself, felt more ominous than when Judith was looking for a white cloth to wrap her hair with.
“Is that the candle you’re making and selling the pitcher plant?”
"Yes."
“Yeah, I see.”
He knew this day would come. The day Judith would follow the money and go into the shadows.
So Erne wasn't surprised when Judith told him that she was selling narcotic incense.
“That’s illegal. Remember, the authorities behind you may come after you, Miss Harrington.”
He intended to grab Judith by the back of her neck and pull her out as she calmly tried to walk into the darkness.
“Then you shouldn’t sell narcotic incense.”
“They say they sell pitcher plant incense.”
“You can just sell incense similar to the pitcher plant incense.”
The story was that they were going to sell just plain incense, a copy of Judith's incense, a copy of a narcotic incense.
“Mr. Beichi!”
Judith ran out of the room, calling Beichi. Beichi, who was mixing the moisturizing cream ingredients, turned around in surprise.
“Mr. Beichi, do you know the pitcher plant?”
"This."
Beichi finally stood up with a look on his face that said it had finally come.
“Miss Harrington, think again. That is not the right way.”
He calmly persuaded Judith. Not to make and sell drugs. Judith's eyes narrowed as she watched Bechi reacting in the same way as Erne.
What on earth do these people think of me?
“Don’t worry, I won’t go that way. You know a flower similar to the pitcher plant, don’t you?”
“I know.”
“Then do you know of any herbs that have a similar scent?”
“There is a flower called the helmet flower that is similar in appearance and fragrance to the horsetail flower, but it does not have any stimulating properties, so it is used as an ornamental flower.”
Horsetail, nice. I like the name.
“We should make some candles out of that, Mr. Bechi.”
“What if I make it?”
Erne, who followed behind, asked, “Are you planning to take advantage of the pharmacists before your incense business goes bankrupt?”
“They will sell it as a candle made of pitcher plant.”
There is only one way to prevent the spread of the pitcher plant scent.
This is to prevent even the drug dealers from buying the incense of the dandelion. It is to completely drive it out of the market.
“Even if they sell the incense cheaply at the top of Ouz, it’s still more expensive than regular candles.”
The price she heard from Brother Luhmann was by no means cheap. However, Brother Luhmann described the price of the dandelion incense as relatively cheap, which is compared to dried dandelion.
“I’ll make incense out of the dandelion and sell it for the same price. There are so many that one out of two dandelion incense sticks sold in back alleys is fake.”
“Ah! If there are so many fakes going around, I guess I won’t bother buying the dandelion incense. I’d rather spend that money on dried dandelion powder, which is definitely effective.”
“That’s it, Mr. Beichi.”
“Oh, I got that from a human working at the top of Ouz.”
Leo blurted out everything he knew, making the effort to drag Cain to him seem pointless.
“If you had just asked, I would have answered, but why did the police drag us in one after another?”
This isn't something to panic about. But he guessed it would be understandable if even the chief of police came to see him.
Judith's eyes narrowed. It's like he knew they'd come.
“I don’t think that’s a lie.”
“How can I lie about my safety? It’s true. If I lie, I’ll get arrested, so why would I lie?”
Leo responded naturally. The more he responded, the more Judith's eyes narrowed.
“I guess the owner over there has something to say to me.”
Judith, who had been quietly listening to Cain urging Leo, muttered softly.
Leo knew she would come.
The reason he answered without hesitation as soon as he was asked was not because he was pressured by the police, but because he had already finished talking with the Ouz chieftain.
Ouz top. If it is fate, it is fate, and if it is an evil fate, it is an evil fate. The first merchant to copy and sell Judith's incense was Ouz Top.
They didn't simply copy. They took advantage of their greater financial resources than Judith and mass-produced and sold them cheaply. Judith couldn't compete with the big stores that were mass-producing.
'I almost adopted Mr. Smith as my son back then.'
So she said she really wanted to see him in person someday, but she never thought she would see him like this.
***
“Pitcher’s incense? I don’t know.”
Ouz, the owner of the upper part of Ouz, offered tea to Judith and Erne, who had suddenly arrived.
Judging by his shameless face, it meant that he had prepared in advance so that there would be no problem even if he was caught distributing the incense of the pitcher plant from his superiors.
It was a good thing that busy Cain and Henry were sent back. Even if they had been brought back, the Ouz boss wouldn't have blinked an eye.
“I guess the guys below were secretly doing something and distributing that kind of stuff.”
The upperclassman, with his sun-bleached brown hair and exotic features, seemed to have already made up his mind to escape.
“I will voluntarily report myself to the police.”
He spoke to Erne, who was wearing a police uniform, thinking that he was a real police officer.
“Take me with you when you go later.”
“Are you going to hand over a few of your subordinates and move on?”
“It’s just simple distribution, so it’ll probably be fine. I’ll have to pay the fine.”
As it is a fairly large company, it has also hired legal counsel, the top shareholder added.
“Oh, I guess they make pitcher plant incense here?”
“I thought I just told you that I didn’t know, Miss Harrington.”
They looked at each other and smiled gently. But the gazes they met were fierce, like clashing swords.
“Since we’ve met here, let’s talk business, Miss Harrington.”
“Yes, Mr. Ouz.”
“Sell me the recipe for incense. I’ll give you 100 gold, no, 150 gold.”
Judith swallowed her laughter. How much is the incense worth? Why is he offering only 150 gold? Even if he asked for 1,500 gold, she wouldn't sell it.
“Do I look that ignorant of the ways of the world? No.”
Judith tilted her head hypocritically, rubbing her chin.
“I’m telling you this because I think you know a lot about the world. Even if it’s not our company, incense will soon be available somewhere.”
“So?”
“Then the price of incense will go down. If the price of the sagebrush incense spreads, it may become worthless. Then I wonder if Miss Harrington will be able to pay the rent for the store.”
“My store is for sale, not rent. Oh, I’m not bragging, but I’m telling you because I think you worry a lot about me.”
The corners of Judith's smiling mouth trembled with anger. The more they talked, the clearer it became that this was the work of the Ouz top.
At the same time, she wondered how well they had hidden the evidence of the manufacture of the pitcher plant incense to reveal their true intentions so blatantly.
“I’ll give you 50 gold more. 200 gold. That should be enough to cover living expenses while you plan out other businesses.”
The head of the Ouz extended his hand toward Judith as if to say that they should stop making a big deal out of it and settle things here.
“If you didn’t make the pitcher plant incense, then that’s fine.”
Negotiations are broken off.
Judith glanced at the outstretched hand of the squire, then stood up and left.
“What should I do? It looks like you’ve prepared thoroughly for that.”
Erne, who followed behind, whispered in worry. Judith clenched her fists and trembled as she muttered.
“That old man is looking at me like water, Erne. Man, man, seriously, this is making me mad.”
You hid the place where you made the pitcher plant incense so that no one could find it. Then I have to find another way...
“Should I just hit you a few times? Then you’ll be able to blow it easily.”
Judith wonders if that's the fastest way.
***
Judith, who returned to the Rhineland mansion, lay down with her head wrapped. Erne suddenly remembered Roam, who had said, “I am lying down with my head wrapped because of you.” Did Roam really lie down with his head wrapped in a white cloth?
He thought lying down with your head wrapped was an exaggeration, he didn't know it really was like lying down with your head wrapped in a cloth.
But then, don't you usually lie down in your own bed? Doesn't it feel too natural to lie down in my bed? Well, Erne doesn't have any objections to sharing a bed, but it seems strange given the circumstances.
Erne sat down next to Judith, feeling that something was strange.
It would have been better to just run wild, but he felt uncomfortable just watching her lie down in a corner with her head buried in it.
Her already thin shoulders are getting even more hunched over, and if she continues like this, she will get smaller and smaller and disappear.
Erne sat next to Judith and whispered.
“I told you to just hit him.”
“And what if that thug reports Erne? I heard he has legal advice.”
“You can’t report it if you don’t even get legal advice.”
“...”
Judith was momentarily speechless at the words that clearly spoke of his experience. Isn’t this why Gelard removed Erne from the First Division?
Judith swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Still, isn’t it admirable that Erne is standing up for her?
In the old days, he would have sold the recipe and told her to shamelessly make it and sell it.
"Yes."
Then that's enough. Judith sat up and threw off the white cloth covering her head.
“I can make it and sell it too.”
What's the problem, it's simple.
Erne, looking at Judith muttering to herself, felt more ominous than when Judith was looking for a white cloth to wrap her hair with.
“Is that the candle you’re making and selling the pitcher plant?”
"Yes."
“Yeah, I see.”
He knew this day would come. The day Judith would follow the money and go into the shadows.
So Erne wasn't surprised when Judith told him that she was selling narcotic incense.
“That’s illegal. Remember, the authorities behind you may come after you, Miss Harrington.”
He intended to grab Judith by the back of her neck and pull her out as she calmly tried to walk into the darkness.
“Then you shouldn’t sell narcotic incense.”
“They say they sell pitcher plant incense.”
“You can just sell incense similar to the pitcher plant incense.”
The story was that they were going to sell just plain incense, a copy of Judith's incense, a copy of a narcotic incense.
“Mr. Beichi!”
Judith ran out of the room, calling Beichi. Beichi, who was mixing the moisturizing cream ingredients, turned around in surprise.
“Mr. Beichi, do you know the pitcher plant?”
"This."
Beichi finally stood up with a look on his face that said it had finally come.
“Miss Harrington, think again. That is not the right way.”
He calmly persuaded Judith. Not to make and sell drugs. Judith's eyes narrowed as she watched Bechi reacting in the same way as Erne.
What on earth do these people think of me?
“Don’t worry, I won’t go that way. You know a flower similar to the pitcher plant, don’t you?”
“I know.”
“Then do you know of any herbs that have a similar scent?”
“There is a flower called the helmet flower that is similar in appearance and fragrance to the horsetail flower, but it does not have any stimulating properties, so it is used as an ornamental flower.”
Horsetail, nice. I like the name.
“We should make some candles out of that, Mr. Bechi.”
“What if I make it?”
Erne, who followed behind, asked, “Are you planning to take advantage of the pharmacists before your incense business goes bankrupt?”
“They will sell it as a candle made of pitcher plant.”
There is only one way to prevent the spread of the pitcher plant scent.
This is to prevent even the drug dealers from buying the incense of the dandelion. It is to completely drive it out of the market.
“Even if they sell the incense cheaply at the top of Ouz, it’s still more expensive than regular candles.”
The price she heard from Brother Luhmann was by no means cheap. However, Brother Luhmann described the price of the dandelion incense as relatively cheap, which is compared to dried dandelion.
“I’ll make incense out of the dandelion and sell it for the same price. There are so many that one out of two dandelion incense sticks sold in back alleys is fake.”
“Ah! If there are so many fakes going around, I guess I won’t bother buying the dandelion incense. I’d rather spend that money on dried dandelion powder, which is definitely effective.”
“That’s it, Mr. Beichi.”
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