Chapter 132: Ten thousand votes, it tastes wrong
“Ten thousand votes, it tastes wrong!”
Jeshka spat out the remaining potion together with her saliva, the expression on her face was extremely distorted.
Horn immediately turned his attention to the young pharmacist Sisi.
The middle-aged pharmacist next to Sisi couldn't help but reveal a hint of ridicule.
At this moment, standing in the wooden house were Jeshka, Hakuto, Casti, and the two pharmacists brought by Casti.
The window panels were propped up with wooden sticks, and the morning wind carried a faint fragrance of flowers, which made Horn couldn't help but sneeze.
The two pharmacists in front of me were found by Casti for Horn.
The middle-aged pharmacist is called Talga, and the young pharmacist is called Sisi.
The former was sentenced by the guild court to not prepare potions other than those for low-level illnesses for ten years due to "malicious dumping".
The latter was revoked as a pharmacist by the Pharmacist Guild for selling "fake medicine" and could only sell medicine secretly in villages or slums.
Besides them, there are no pharmacists willing to go to Black Snake Bay.
However, since Horn could only take 30 people, he decided to only hire one.
After all, the pharmacist also has assistants and apprentices, which will probably take up two or three places.
So he specially called two veterans, Jeshka and Hakuto, to test it. They were both old medicine jars and were extremely familiar with potions.
"Sisi, do you dare to make fake medicine in this situation?" Casti asked with a frown.
"What did you add to your hot-blooded potion?" Jeshka wiped her tongue with a handkerchief, "Not only does it taste bad, but the potion is also less effective."
"It's blue. "Safflower, I added blue and red flowers," Sisi quickly explained, "Although it will reduce a small amount of medicinal effect, the price will be much cheaper, so ordinary people can afford it."
Targa. He smiled sarcastically: "Humph, that's still a fake medicine."
"It's not a fake medicine, it's effective, and it's less harmful to the human body..."
"The formula cannot be changed randomly. If you change it, who knows what problems will happen?" Targa angrily yelled, "Whoever dares to change the ancestral formula will have their qualifications revoked!"
Know how to change Pharmacist formula, this is interesting.
Horn looked at Sisi thoughtfully.
Ignoring Targa's scolding, Horn put his elbows on his thighs and leaned forward: "Sisi, right? Let me ask you, how much will this reduce the efficacy of the medicine?"
“I can’t give an exact number, but judging from user feedback, it should be reduced by about 20 to 30%.”
"What about the cost?"
"The cost of planting blue-red grass is relatively low. If blue-red grass is cultivated on a normal small scale, the cost can be reduced by about 40%." Sisi thought for a moment and continued, "If blue-red grass is grown on a large scale, With red grass, the cost can be reduced by another 10%. "
"Okay, I understand." Horn stood up and wandered back and forth for a while in silence.
"Talga, please go back and wait for the notification. Sisi, I have something to ask you." After setting his pace again, Horn looked at the two of them and said.
Talga was stunned at first. He looked at Sisi in disbelief and then at Horn on the other side: "You want to choose him?"
"Mr. Targa, I think it's time for you to go back." Horn did not answer his question directly.
"Your Excellency, do you really want to choose him? Didn't you see what he did? This is simply right..."
"Targa!" Casti said directly Interrupting him, "Didn't you hear Lord Horn? You can leave!"
Being stopped in place by Casti's angry shout, Targa laughed angrily, He turned around and left without any hesitation.
The short-sighted nobles should have fled to Black Snake Bay. If it weren't for the fact that there was no other way, Talga would not be angry with him.
The wooden door was slammed shut by Talga, and Sisi stood there uneasily: "Your Excellency, have I been hired?"
"Sisi, let me ask you the last question, in Black Snake Bay, the potion The power of the Master's Guild is very small.
Are you willing to teach your skills to others so that more people can treat their diseases through potions? "
In a while? After a suffocating silence, Sisi said: "I want to bring one of my apprentices over, is it okay?"
"Yes." "Then, I am willing, as long as they don't use medicine to harm People.”
Sisi left the cabin. He had three days to pack his luggage and say goodbye to his friends nearby.
In three days, he will bring his apprentices and gather here.
On the note, Horn wrote Sisi's name after the word pharmacist.
"Lord Casti is quite fast. No wonder the Duke hired you as his chief courtier."
"You're flattered." Early in the morning, Casti smelled faintly of alcohol.
However, in French culture, alcohol is a man's perfume, so despite Myrcella's advice to drink less, they still drink it with three meals a day and never fall behind.
“Next, are we going to visit the masons?”
“Yes.” Casti rubbed his temples with a headache, “You know, we are going to visit this place. A stonemason who originally did not want any of his apprentices to leave
It was only because he owed the Duke a favor that he had to provide one
There is another small problem. He is a stubborn and proud man, so he wants to sign a contract with you.
Ten years later, if the mason still wants to come back, you are not allowed to stop him. Do you accept this? ”
“Of course. "Horn just needs a starting talent.
In ten years, he will probably be a high priest. That means if you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people to do it.
If you want a stonemason, Horn couldn't stay at home and wait for someone to come to the door. He took a few guards and got into Casti's carriage and drove towards Fort Joan of Arc
As the carriage moved forward, the number of houses on both sides of the road gradually increased, and there were also small traders and vegetable farmers selling fresh agricultural and sideline products and vegetables under wooden sheds.
Rolling white steam came out of the leather workshop, and the leather on the four sides was held up by wooden shelves to dry in the shadow.
Opposite the leather workshop is a butcher shop, where a thick butcher is hanging a bloody pig thigh on an iron hook.
Arrived here, the speed of the carriage slowed down, and the road was full of farmers leading cattle and peasant women carrying wooden barrels.
Like other places, the farmers here are also sallow and thin.
They carried pitchforks, with dirt still stuck to the tines, and dragged hay on carts toward the fields.
Putting his head out of the carriage, Horn looked towards the Castle of Joan of Arc on the high platform in the distance. Below the castle, a sparkling river meandered by.
There are two large rivers in the Thousand River Valley. The Nauan River flows westward to the Golden Plains downstream and merges into the Emerald Sea, while the Ibe River flows southward through Black Snake Bay and merges into the Zealand Sea.
Joan of Arc is located on the upper reaches of the Ibe River, and the canal built during the Ayr Empire passes through the town.
This was not originally the seat of the Dukes of Kush. After the nearby port developed into a town, the previous generations of Dukes of Kush had to come here because they lost a large area of territory.
Then I was happy for the moment and no longer missed home.
In Dardenne's father's generation, they simply returned the old capital by changing its name - the canal town was renamed Fort Joan of Arc.
Castle Joan of Arc is divided into an inner city and an outer city. The inner city is actually the real Castle of Jeanne d'Arc, the residence of the Duke, located on an earthen platform two feet high.
The outer city is a gathering place for citizens, full of spire houses and towers. The towering bell tower stands in a corner of the city. Next to the bell tower is the city hall and church.
The Town Hall is managed by scholars elected by the citizens and the Duke's courtiers.
Most of the time, the Duke will not directly interfere with the political affairs and laws here.
The price is that citizens and businessmen need to pay a large amount of city redemption tax, but for the sake of freedom, citizens still pay the money on time every year.
The area close to the canal is filled with a large number of guild buildings, taverns, technical institutes, warehouses and various workshops.
When Horn's carriage arrived here, you could still see the craftsmen of the dye workshop pouring the steaming black-gray wastewater into the canal.
After getting off the carriage, Horn suddenly felt a pungent smell of dye coming towards him, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.
Following Casti, he took twists and turns in the alleyway and finally arrived at the mason's workshop.
(End of this chapter)