Chapter 36 – Channels (End)
A week’s worth of time quickly came and went. Within this week, Rumont broadened his range of activities a little; Rumont went shopping at the bazaar and accompanying Yvette.
Appleseed city was after all, different to Ricca town with the already commonly found bazaar. The bazaar located at the Agricultural Goddess’ Shrine could be punctually heard, opening and shutting in the morning and evening everyday respectively. A curfew was implemented during the nighttime.
This kind of easy-going atmosphere, belonging to the ancient middle ages made the accustomed to staying up late back on Earth Rumont, exceptionally satisfied. Naturally conforming to a changed lifestyle and dietary, in regards to a person in a matter of speaking, would indeed be an exceptionally beneficial matter.
Work was still quite liberal amidst the workplace; meeting the specific number for the assignments, the remaining time could be then freely allocated. In regards to the way Magician Sackville and his disciple Alex handled their business, as said from Earth, would be that it was a highly scientific approach type of work. In regards to the workers, their blood and sweat for the workplace was neither a necessity nor a need.
The afternoon of this day was a seldom seen clear day in winter. Probably due to the influence of the weather, Rumont was in a rare good mood. 3 bottles of vulneraries were completed in the morning. After supplying magic to the compound mixtures, his consciousness felt as if it was water, beginning to flow in an unorganized manner over Rumont’s whole body. This kind of extreme weariness, incapable of concentrating his attention as well at the same time being hard to fall asleep, was not at all a good feeling. Therefore, no matter if it was creating a magical weapon or manufacturing an elixir, casters were indeed not at all content for making money repeatedly as well as halting their advancement. However, in regards to the preliminary casters, the risks were low enough and it also brought in money quickly.
However, Rumont had his secret methods.
The first time he experienced the after effects of the spiritual suffering, arising from the multiple applications of magic, Rumont’s immediate response was the ginseng plants within the Shennong Horn. The restorative properties of the ginseng; supplementing the spleen and beneficial to the lungs; nourishing fluids and quenching thirst; calming the nerves and adding to wisdom. The worshipping of its efficacy practically became the basic intrinsic inheritance of Chinese people. However, what efficacy would there be in the ginseng that could be bought and used from the common market? Merely looking at how the ginseng rootlets, this rare endangered plant, was already protected by the nation and it could be understood.
Originally, after he had obtained the Shennong Horn, Rumont could be said to have in one breath planted things inside such as; ginseng, snow root, lingzhi mushrooms, Chinese knotweed, sealwort and many other heaven defying treasured herbs that were frequently appearing in wuxia novels. Of course, the final results were that the few goods produced by the spatial region, their efficacy seemed to be much better than the ones bought on the outside. However, wanting to increase about a hundred years or so of martial prowess after consuming was merely a delusion.
Perhaps the Shennong Horn did not provide at all any plants with rapid catalysing powers.
However, the results were evident after taking some ginseng. The results in regards to improving the state of consciousness after utilizing magic were outstanding. Therefore, Rumont would even be chewing on a slice during the application of magic. Of course, for the purpose of concealing it, at the same time he would still handle a bit of White Speckle Leaf1 that casters would frequently use, placing it into his mouth to chew. This kind of cheaply-priced plant would produce a type of exceptionally pungent and spicy flavour similar to mustard; stimulating the nerves and the mind.
“Rumont.” Yvette standing smartly by his side had called out.
At this time, Rumont was not vividly seen squatting at the foot of the wall beside Sackville’s store, basking in the sunlight. Via him wearing a sheepskin coat, with his arms placed within his sleeves, his image was like a living example of an old peasant from the northwestern regions of China.
Rumont smiled, looking up at Yvette. He had a lazy smiling expression, his manner was completely different when compared with the other day.
“Yvette, you need to protect me, I’m currently really dizzy ah.” actually, Rumont was currently at this moment, chewing on ginseng. Although he was still feeling a bit lazy mentally, he however was not at all unwell already. Merely, being protected by a female once in awhile was something unusually good to experience eh.
“If you’re sick you should first sleep for a bit, if you can’t fall asleep, I’ll massage you for a bit.” Yvette tenderly whispered, again being more intimate with only themselves around.
Because Warriors toughened their muscles due to handling a large amount of tasks, they basically as a result were quite adept at alleviating fatigue using massages. Only, it wasn’t capable of being compared against the Chinese tui na which was formed incorporating energy channels and acupuncture points back on Earth.
The reason Yvette so voiced out was because Rumont passed onto her some health care massaging techniques, frequently used on Earth by people sitting at the computer desk. As Rumont saw it, having a beautiful girl carefully tui na massaging oneself was an invigorating matter ah!
Yet as Yvette saw it, the meaning of Rumont’s intent was different.
This was an extremely lacking in information era where technological advancement was utterly slow. Within this kind of era, any kind of skill would be a household’s or perhaps a clan’s basis of reliance on maintaining a livelihood. Thus, as Yvette saw it, Rumont imparting this type of skill that relieved mental fatigue to her, was sufficient enough to explain everything.
Sometimes, romance arose precisely due to misunderstandings; even if it was one sided.
“No need.” Rumont extended a hand, “give me a pull, let’s go the bazaar together.”
As Yvette pulled Rumont up, Rumont conveniently pounced into Yvette’s bosom, causing the maiden to give a shriek.
“Rumont, you’re bullying Yvette again.” Mage Alex laughed while coming over out of the store. The splendid sunlight outside caused his eyes to squint.
“Brother Alex, I’m just advenging you eh. You’re always telling me that in your childhood, Yvette was always ruining your writings, treating your gown as a cape or something else.” Because of Rumont’s relationship with Yvette, he gradually became closer to Alex. Furthermore in this short period, Fletch visited once, intentionally bringing along Rumont to invite Alex to grab a bite; therefore Rumont changed the way he addressed him.
“Brother Alex, you actually went and told those things to Rumont!” the maiden angrily stamped her foot, while stealthily looking at Rumont. She was worried a peculiar thinking had arisen from listening to the things she did in when she was young.
“Hehe. The bazaar only has half the day left, if you’re going you need to leave now. Rumont, remember to curry Yvette’s favour by buying her some accessories ah!” Alex pursed up his lips, changing the subject.
“How would I forget!” Rumont smiled as he replied. Yvette had already ran off while blushing, Rumont hurriedly waved to Alex to bid him a farewell.
Appleseed city’s bazaar was setup at the southern end. When the Rumont pair arrived at the place holding hands, it was really as Alex had warned them, half the people had already dispersed.
“Let’s first go to the jewelry store to have a look.” Rumont said, slanting his head to Yvette.
Yvette shook her head: “let’s go to the apothecary first.”
Rumont laughingly said: “going there doesn’t mean I have to find something, I’m merely increasing my knowledge. Let’s go.”
Saying this, he dragged Yvette towards the direction of the jewelry store.
The maiden’s face was red, a sweet feeling filled her heart.
Coming out of the jewelry store, Yvette was admiringly fondling the appreciative silver head ornament that Rumont had bought her. “Rumont, wasn’t this a bit too expensive, you still have a large debt right.” lifting her head up, she anxiously and worriedly asked.
“Do I need to worry about a trivial debt of 450 silver coins? “ Rumont deliberately whispered into her ear, directing a warm breath into the maiden’s inner ear.
Yvette laughed tenderly while evading. The pair squabbled until they reached the apothecary vicinity.
The medicines sold by the apothecary were even closer to that of Earth’s pharmaceuticals; particularly paying attention to fully exhibiting a herb’s inherent attributes. Completely different to the elixirs he manufactured at Magician Sackville’s place. The apothecary at the same time doubled on selling various kinds of medicinal herbs and raw materials.
“Peng!2” a person rolled out of the apothecary. Rumont and Yvette both recognized this person. Surprisingly, it was Baron Lord of Carnlea, Eby’s youngest son, expelled from Sackville ‘s workplace, Jacobs Uren.
However, the current image of Jacobs did not even show half of his previous opulent arrogance. Even though when looking at his clothes, the style and material used was quite good, it was already yet quite filthy and tattered all over.
The apothecary’s boss Issalter3, came out cursing loudly and haranguing from within the store: “Jacobs, you scoundrel, it was from the dead Baron Uren’s face, that I sheltered you. Only last time you unexpectedly sold Blue Grass with Arrowhead Grass mixed inside with it to me. I, Issalter, have worked as an Apothecarist for 20 years inside Appleseed city. Mentioning the medicines that I, Issalter create, who wouldn’t give me a thumbs up. But because there were problems from your batch of Blue Grass, it harmed my face in front of others of the same profession, ruining my reputation within the city. Looking back at the help Baron Uren had given me during those years, I, Issalter could easily wipe clean the spit that everyone spat on my face. However, you scoundrel. This time you unexpectedly, still in a thick skinned manner, came again to sell me Arrowhead Grass mixed with Blue Grass. Are you treating me, Issalter, as a goblin with an incompetent brain?”
The apothecary’s boss’ face showed a purplish red colour because of his rising anger, his big gesticulating arms were of a mottled colour due to a long period of manufacturing medicines; his foaming saliva flew about horizontally. Curious people began to gradually crowd around.
Rumont quietly drew Yvette back, hinting the two should push into the crowd.
“After Baron Eby Uren died, Jacobs’ older sibling Lance obtained the final victory; leaving Jacobs this top character.” Rumont thinking this far, couldn’t help but spit towards the ground: “rotten mud really can’t support a wall, actually degrading to such an extent in a short while.”
Rumont compared it to his own struggling experiences, honestly thinking that Jacobs was really a piece of trash that could be abandoned but not discarded!
“We should go back.” Rumont inclined his head saying to Yvette in a low voice.
“Rumont, that Jacobs really causes one to feel disgusted, even one with a good temperament such as Issalter was angered to such an extent.” Yvette pouted. “Let’s go loop around to have another look at the herbs.”
“No need. “ Rumont dully said, giving a final glance at the bundle of Blue Grass that Issalter had thrown out, before turning around and leaving, pulling Yvette along.
Arrowhead Grass, after being soaked in oil of Blue Ray Stone powder and handled, it’s shape to it’s scent would have a barely negligible difference from Blue Grass. Vicious minded merchants would always favour the cheaply-priced Arrowhead Grass, passing it off for Blue Grass.
Rumont remembered back on Earth, there was a type of herb called Chinese lobelia, which surprisingly was unusually resembling this world’s Butterfly Grass. Butterfly Grass was a type of commonly seen poison material. Last time when the Thieves Guild was eliminated, this kind of thing was found within the collected poison materials.
A type of herb that was extremely similar to Butterfly Grass. As a completely new type of plantae, it should possess the qualifications to be presented via Old Waylon’s Black Market channel. Furthermore, it’s origin should easily be concealed right……
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