PFC Chapter 17 Hey buddies, drink whatever you want!
Chapter 17 Hey buddies, drink whatever you want!
The green light carried away the black energy.
Mo Ning felt incredibly relaxed.
My back doesn't ache anymore, my legs don't hurt anymore, my body and face aren't itchy anymore, and even my mood seems to be more relaxed.
But he remained standing by the wall, facing the wall in repentance, not daring to turn around.
Why won't the familiar turn back? Is there a problem somewhere, or are there any hidden dangers?
Or did I do something wrong and get punished?
After a long time, Mo Ning's legs were getting numb from standing, when she finally heard someone calling out from behind her.
I'm free!
He seemed to have all his strength suddenly drained away, and slowly turned around.
The scene before me remained unchanged, with no trace of magic circles or magic power.
"The familiar is indeed very strong; it can even easily dispel the power of a god," Mo Ning thought to himself, reaching for the two pouches tied to his waist.
He changed his mind.
You can always make more money, but the opportunity to network with important people is a once-in-a-lifetime chance!
Although Mourning wants to retire, if he can climb a little higher, he doesn't necessarily have to retire!
"My lord, please put in a good word for me with the admiral." He handed over two bags that were full to the brim.
Asset Index +800.
"Mmm." Fang Qi was not only full this time, but also a little stuffed, and lazily agreed.
Mo Ning is sensible; if there's a chance in the future, I can mention it.
"I've removed and destroyed the scales. Let's go, let's set off."
"Please wait for me, sir, I'll go get the tools!" Reassured, Mo Ning couldn't hide the joy on his face, and his steps became much lighter.
He jogged out the door, and a moment later, he pushed in a small wooden cart.
Setting down the wooden planks to create a ramp, Mo Ning said apologetically, "The conditions are simple, please have a seat, sir."
The familiar is already twice its length; relying solely on its back won't suffice without some tools.
No wonder he's an undercover agent who managed to infiltrate the pirate captain's ranks; he's very thorough in his thinking.
Seeing this, Fang Qi extended a wheel and spurred it to a steady stop on the cart.
"It's a secret operation. Don't reveal my identity after we get on the ship," he instructed, then became too lazy to move, letting Mo Ning and Leopard struggle to pull the cart.
That thing called "Gulgar" must taste delicious.
Fang Qi licked his lips subtly.
……
With his consciousness returning to his stomach, Fang Qi began to examine his assets as usual.
One dragon girl, 2096 gold coins... These two are the most important, there are no problems, the numbers match.
Then comes the secondary item: one Grade B scale and a 200-liter barrel of wheat wine.
Wait, where's my wine?
How come I woke up to find that I'm one-tenth less?
Take another look at Rosie, who's fast asleep... she smells strongly of alcohol!
No, why did you drink your colleague's drink?
This barrel of wine was brought in by Fang Qi, who intended to sell it to the pirates. Twenty liters could sell for forty cups, guaranteeing a minimum income of four white gold coins!
How can someone so small drink so much?!
Okay, let's include it in maintenance costs first.
It's also his fault for not giving prior notice.
After all, people need to eat when they're hungry and drink when they're thirsty. It's understandable that Luo Xi wanted to try something different these past two days, as she could only drink water from the pool.
Rose lay sprawled out on the wooden tub bed, her sleeping posture quite unseemly, and her hat had long since been thrown off somewhere.
This time, Fang Qi saw things clearly.
A pair of small horns curved into a beautiful arc and peeked out from the gap in the jet-black hair.
It is as white as jade, smooth and translucent, with mysterious pink carvings inside, like a perfect work of art.
The contrast with her unkempt appearance was striking.
"I saw on the forum that the Dragon Girl's hometown is in the Eastern Grasslands, and it's called the Scarlet Horn Clan?"
"Crimson Horn, it should be reddish. Such transparent horns are quite rare even within the tribe, aren't they?"
Fang Qi studied it for a while, and was just about to look away.
Luo Xi suddenly rolled over, her hand hovering over the edge of the bed, and a piece of paper fluttered down.
"There are words?"
He had a sudden thought and moved the note to a flat surface.
"Mr. Box, I got a perfect score in medicinal wine making! I can brew three kinds of medicinal wine: Radiant Malt, Salt Blood, and Iron Lung. Can I borrow some?"
Oh, you should have said so earlier!
Dude, it's on me, everyone eats for free!
Drink as much as you want, and I'll get more if you're not satisfied!
The price of wine produced by a level 60 alchemist must be several times higher, right?
Fang Qi felt instantly relieved!
While calculating how much money he could make and taking stock of the trash in the warehouse, Mo Ning's voice suddenly came from outside.
"Sir, we're almost there. Shall we set off now, or wait a bit?"
Fang Qi opened the lid of the wine barrel and looked outside.
Isn't this the entrance to the wheat wine warehouse in Wheat Wine Alley?
So this is where the pirates' stronghold is?
That makes sense. After all, they risk their lives at sea, and once they get ashore, they'll definitely want to find a place to drink and brag. This place is indeed a good choice.
Hearing a noise from the wine barrel behind him, Mo Ning quickly turned around and explained:
"Take a small boat from the back door of the warehouse, and you'll reach the pirate ship in about half a day."
"Let's go now, and remember not to reveal my identity," Fang Qi replied.
Mo Ning nodded and knocked on the small door next to the warehouse a few times in a rhythm of four long knocks followed by three short knocks.
Squeak.
The wooden door was opened a crack.
"Captain Morning brought such a big barrel this time, is it to treat the men? Do you need help with delivery?"
The middle-aged man inside, upon seeing that it was Mo Ning, lowered his guard and greeted him.
"No need, I can do it myself," Mo Ning waved his hand and replied casually.
He wouldn't trust anyone else to transport it; all the wine barrels here look pretty much the same, lest he accidentally confuse the familiar!
Besides, as a second-tier swordsman, he shouldn't be unable to even carry a bucket.
The middle-aged man nodded, closed the door, and said nothing more.
Mo Ning also pulled the cart by himself.
Only the noise from the tavern next door echoed through the warehouse.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Fang Qi glanced around furtively from behind.
There's a little less wine stored here than last time I came; it seems to be selling very well.
The spot where I threw the medicine seemed to have been cleaned, spotless, and even a completely identical bucket had been placed there, in the exact same spot.
Fang Qi's expression shifted.
Could it be that the boss has already determined the value of the potion and is planning to make another deal?
Then he wouldn't stand on ceremony!
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he quickly opened his mouth and inhaled and exhaled.
I'm buying at a 40% discount to stock up on materials for Rosie!
This time, I used the remaining small blue and green bottles, plus some miscellaneous items that players might need.
If sold in small quantities, it would be worth about a thousand gold coins, which would make some room in my stomach's storage.
Mo Ning knocked twice on the back door as a greeting, then dragged the cart out of the warehouse.
Two pirates were already waiting on the small boat.
"Come on, carry the bucket upstairs," Mo Ning instructed.
"The captain brought a barrel of wine this time, brothers are in for a treat!" The lead pirate trotted up, beaming.
"Empty bucket, mind your own business." Mo Ning glared, displaying the captain's authority.
"Yes, yes." The blond pirate nodded and bowed, glancing at the open lid out of the corner of his eye while moving things.
Isn't this all alcohol? The captain was keeping it a secret!
Mo Ning twitched his nose.
The smell of alcohol in the warehouse is really strong today; it's even wafting over here.