Alien Knights

Muxi City, the port market area.

"What do you mean?! What do you mean 'Evening Fragrance' is out of stock?!"

A merchant in Arabian attire waved the silver coin purse in his hand, and said frothingly, "I ordered a box last month. At the beginning of the month, I specially booked a cargo ship's space, and came all the way here! You actually told me that it was out of stock?!"

Looking at the enthusiastic orderers in front of him, Mrs. Raglan, the chief economic adviser of the Kingdom, sat in the lobby of the exchange, holding the ledger in a calm manner, with a completely harmless smile on her fat face.

"Due to the shortage of raw materials and artificial labor, the production cost of 'Tube Primrose' has skyrocketed. As a result, the production of this product not only has no profit, but also suffered a loss." Mrs. Raglan showed a somewhat apologetic smile: "So, the royal family has given up manufacturing and purchasing 'Tube Primrose', and instead chose a top-quality perfume called 'Three Goddesses of the Muxi'."

The merchants looked at each other in blank dismay: "'Three Goddesses of Muxi'?"

Mrs. Raglan took out from under the table a beautifully carved birch box painted with paulownia lacquer.

Gently open the clasp, the inside of the wooden box is designed as three layers of free movement by gears and turntables, deep purple velvet upholstery, complicated and exquisite glyphs, surrounded by these beautiful decorations, three bottles of perfume carved in the shape of a goddess with wings and filled with colored crystals (actually glass) lie quietly on the movable display tray.

A group of orderers rushed to the table, ignoring the staff maintaining order, pointing to the box with glowing eyes and asking, "How much is this? How do you sell it?!"

Mrs. Raglan didn't seem to want to talk about the price at all. She carefully held up a small bottle made of smelted red crystals with her hands, rubbed the body of the goddess-shaped bottle, and said slowly: "This bottle is called "Passion". Some special herbs have been added to the ingredients of the original perfume, which can increase the attractiveness of the user and help increase the...interest between men and women..."

Hearing the exclamations from the surrounding audience, Mrs. Raglan picked up another blue crystal bottle, pointed to the sloshing liquid in it, and said, "This bottle is called 'Tranquility'. It contains herbs that calm the mind and refresh the mind. It helps improve concentration and drive away fatigue. It is the best assistant for work and academics."

Holding up the last golden crystal bottle, Mrs. Raglan stood up, gently unscrewed the bottle, and let the refreshing fragrance waft to every corner of the hall. She said to the intoxicated faces in front of her, "The last bottle is called 'Heaven'. It contains an extremely rare and precious alchemy extract, which can eliminate hidden diseases in the body and prolong people's lifespan."

Hearing this, some people in the crowd questioned: "Perfume can cure diseases and increase life span, which sounds too outrageous."

Mrs. Raglan screwed on the bottle cap pretending to be mysterious, without too much argument, she just said: "Please think about it, our King Muxi has a special title, what exactly is it?"

Someone's eyes lit up, and he opened his round eyes and shouted loudly: "God-blessed alchemist!"

Seeing Mrs. Raglan smiling and saying nothing, the unsuspecting orderers rushed to the table while pushing each other, waving their purses, lest they be left behind.

Mrs. Raglan moved the wooden box in front of her with a smile, and said softly, "A box of 998 silver moons."

The originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and people were frightened silly by the price.

After a long time, a businessman tentatively asked: "My lord, is this price a little bit expensive? The previous bottle of 'Puma Primrose' was only 60 silver months when it was the most expensive."

"Please don't compare this set of high-end products of "Three Goddesses of Muxi" with the off-cut goods of "Evening Premia"!" Mrs. Raglan looked a little annoyed: "No matter in terms of craftsmanship, raw materials, packaging, brand, and efficacy, the value of "Three Goddesses of Muxi" is far greater than that of "Evening Premia".

The honest and honest Mr. Raglan looked at the ceiling with a flushed face, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Well... actually, it's just mixed with some water..."

Mrs. Raglan pointed proudly at a southern businessman closest to her, and asked proudly: "Tell me, how much does a bottle of flower essential oil perfume cost in the big bazaar of the Abbasid Empire?!"

The person who was asked scratched his head and replied: "The ordinary ones are about 540 silver months, and the high-end ones are about 700 silver months."

"That's right! A bottle of good perfume can be sold for 700 silver moons in the south, and the three bottles together are 2100 silver moons!" Mrs. Raglan waved her fat arm, and her voice sounded like a priest calling for donations in a church at that time: "And how much does a bottle of "The Three Goddesses of Muxi" cost? 300 silver moons, 300 silver moons! Everyone! To be honest, this price can barely cover the production cost of the perfume!"

Raglan squatted in the corner, facing the wall, and drew circles on the ground with his fingers: "The thing made of a big dung bottle only costs 7 copper stars..."

Mrs. Raglan opened the wooden box again, pointed at the exquisitely crafted product with one hand, and patted the table with the other hand, her face full of grief: "Three bottles of top-quality perfume! Not three or four thousand! Not one or two thousand! Only 998, only 998! You can’t get a loss if you buy 998, and you can’t be fooled if you buy 998! There are not many, first come, first served! If you come late! Then congratulations, you will miss it forever!"

Mr. Raglan, who was squatting in the corner, slapped himself hard on the face, and said angrily, "It's all my fault! That day, why did I click on the icon called "Television Shopping" in the Son's "Heavenly Kingdom"?! It made my wife completely lose the integrity of the businessman, thinking about these crooked ways every day!"

On the other side, looking at the businessmen ready to move in front of her, Mrs. Raglan rolled her eyes and patted the exquisite wooden box with her hand: "If you buy "Three Goddesses of Muxi" now, you can not only buy perfume at a super low price, but also get such an exquisite wooden box for free! Look at this packaging, it is an excellent product for sale, gift, gift, and personal use! And such an exquisite and beautiful container, not even a single coin, free! Free!"

At this time, some merchants have already come to the table and began to register the purchase quantity and delivery method.

Seeing that some people were still calculating the price and the market, Mrs. Raglan sneered secretly, and released the ultimate move: "In order to thank all colleagues for their love for the products of the Muxi royal family, with the king's permission, we specially send a big gift to the first 100 customers who purchase "Muxi Three Goddesses"!"

Mrs. Raglan opened a cloth bag with three layers inside and three layers outside, and inside lay a lovely crystal bottle the size of a little finger.

The chief consultant of the Kingdom Market raised the small crystal bottle in his hand and shouted to everyone in the hall: "The first 100 customers who bought the royal perfume - "Three Goddesses of Muxi" at the exchange today can get a bottle of mini essential oil. The original price is 100 silver months, and now it is free! But only for the first 100 people!"

As soon as this remark came out, these experienced merchants in the hall, who could be described as sophisticated and calculating, had a string called "reason" in their minds... broke...

In the next second, it was like a typhoon passing through the exchange.

People rushed to the registration desk with red eyes, shouting and screaming with their money bags held high.

The business friends who were originally acquaintances turned into enemies who killed their fathers and wives in a blink of an eye. At first, it was just insults with foul language, and then it developed into beatings with hands and feet. In the end, group fights rose to weapons. Money bags in people's hands have become the most convenient weapons. Cloth bags are good for swinging and storing power, and silver coins are excellent props in terms of weight and lethality.

Coins are flying and demons are dancing.

Half an hour later, under the protection of the Muxi security team, the Raglans sent off the last buyer.

Mr. Raglan moaned, clutching his brow, which was blackened by the coins.

His chubby wife was excitedly reviewing the sales results.

"I don't want to encounter this kind of thing again." Mr. Raglan put his hand into his mouth and said indistinctly, "I have a back molar, which seems to have been cracked..."

Mrs. Raglan turned her head with a red face and said, "Guess! How many boxes of perfume were sold just now?"

"I don't know... a hundred boxes?"

"Four hundred boxes!"

"So many?!" Mr. Raglan was a little dumbfounded. After a while, he said to his wife with a worried face: "We don't have so many goods on hand! You also know that the "raw materials" of perfume are not enough. Just last week, the gunpowder director of the biochemical factory blamed us for affecting the production of saltpetre..."

The chubby wife seemed to only have the light of coins in her eyes: "After all, it's just a matter of shit. I heard last time that there is a herb at the monk's side that can make people have diarrhea for a day and a night. We just need to get some and throw it into the well..."

Mr. Raglan hurriedly covered his wife's mouth. He looked around, his face pale with fright: "Shut up! That kind of thing is called poisoning! If you catch it, you will be fined, and you will be jailed!"

His wife seemed a little dissatisfied, and complained in a low voice: "That's really impossible. We can find a way to hire someone to collect the dung outside the city... You must know that His Majesty promised us a 1% commission for every box of perfume sold..."

Mr. Raglan was stunned: "Commission? One percent?"

Seeing his chubby wife nodding, he began to count with his fingers: "Four hundred boxes of perfume, each box of 998 silver moons, a one percent commission is...uh..."

"Honey! What's wrong with you? Wake up! Why are you rolling your eyes?!"