Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Episode 34

The man who entered through door number 34 was a dignified, middle-aged man with graying hair. Dressed in a crisp suit and possessing a face aged with elegance, he could easily pass for a noble based on his appearance alone. However, his deep bow upon seeing Logan and Philip immediately suggested someone accustomed to serving others.

Our master has instructed me to purchase a medicine called Imporik here.

And this master would be?

Philip stepped forward, intrigued, as Logan observed the middle-aged man.

Regrettably, I have been told not to disclose their identity.

The mans uneasy demeanor revealed he was unsure why he was there.

Just as I expected

Though Logan had anticipated this when he opened the shop, he couldnt just sell the medicine outright. At Logans signal, Philip stepped forward as planned.

Im sorry, but we only sell to nobility whose identities have been verified.

What do you mean by that?

If they cannot come personally, at least bring a document bearing their seal.

Huh

This might have seemed like an absurd requirement, but it was necessary.

We need to create the impression that its a premium product not just anyone can buy.

Despite the risk of offending the nobility, it was important to emphasize that the medicine wasnt to be distributed lightly.

Here, this is the certificate.

The middle-aged man returned later, sweating profusely, and presented a certificate. He must have never imagined needing such a document for a purchase. Logan confirmed the noble seal on the certificate. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

As expected.

The seal was a lily belonging to the Davis Earldom. They were the first to take the bait.

Upon Logans nod, Philip addressed the man again.

Did you bring the money?

Yes, I brought it all in cash, as instructed.

In truth, for such a large sum and in the capital, a bank deposit certificate would have sufficed. The insistence on cash suggested a desire to leave no trace.

The man took out a heavy pouch of gold coins from his backpack.

Thud.

Its 10,000 gold. I was told this is the price for 100 boxes.

You heard wrong. Its the price for ten. Perhaps you should check again.

It was unlikely such an experienced servant misunderstood his masters instructions. The price of 1,000 gold per box must have seemed unbelievable.

Ah, yes, now I remember. Ten boxes, thats right.

Here you are, sir.

The boxes, too light and small compared to the weight of the gold pouch, were wrapped in luxurious silk but probably cost about one gold each to produce. The middle-aged man looked bewildered as he alternated his gaze between the boxes and the pouch.

Is there a problem?

Is this really Imporik?

Yes, its the same as what we gave to your master. Hell confirm it for you.

With a sigh, the man left the shop with drooping shoulders. Logan and Philip, left in the shop, high-fived, sensing a business boom.

You should go to the party.

Of course. Another busy day ahead.

Logans eyes, once weary from repetitive work, now sparkled with energy. From that day, the small but luxurious shop began to attract more customers.

A week later, in the heart of the Inner City, the small shop with no sign but just a nameplate reading Logan McLine started to see lines forming from morning. Most of the people in line were familiar faces to Logan and Philip, indicating repeat customers a key to a successful business. Though the real customers were their masters.

Everyone sends only their servants. But whats the use?

The servants whispered among themselves.

Count Hammel too?

Why is Baron Talun here?

Look, theres the butler of the Davis Earldom.

While Logan couldnt identify their masters by face, the servants recognized each other, spreading the word even faster. Exactly what Logan had intended.

Is that shop selling medicine for a thousand gold per box?

What? Those lunatics.

But its said to be highly effective.

And so, the rumor of Imporik, an extraordinary tonic for men, spread rapidly throughout the Grang.

Wow, we sold out again today.