The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 179

Episode 179 How to be recognized as a warrior (1)

‘What is this?’

Rachiel frowned and gave a powerful look. Black cloth was hung all over the Tulun headquarters building. It also smelled like burning incense. I realized it as soon as I saw it.

‘…Why on earth is a funeral being held at the upper headquarters?’

It is certainly.

It’s a funeral.

I wouldn’t have known it before, but now that I’ve spent over a year in this world, I can recognize it. Black ribbons wrapped around the building and the faint smell of incense. This means that a funeral is being held inside the building.

‘Someone’s?’

Dark, dark clouds filled my heart, blooming like a humidifier turned on at full power in winter. Ominous predictions and imaginations came together, hitting my cerebral cortex with a one-two uppercut.

No way….

‘Is there something wrong with the granddaughter of the leader?’

He said he was already very sick when he first heard the news. He said he had been in pain for quite some time. However, it took almost fifteen days to get here from the villa, so there is a good chance that something went wrong in the meantime.

‘shit.’

Rachiel hurriedly got off the carriage. Meanwhile, officials from the top came out of the building to show respect.

“I meet Your Highness the Crown Prince, the worthy successor to the imperial family.”

Rachiel asked a person who seemed to have a high rank.

“Are you the one in charge here?”

“…yes? yes. Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

“But whose funeral is being held here?”

I asked, calmly on the outside and calming my pounding heart with foreboding on the inside. I prayed that it would not be the funeral of the granddaughter of the head of the household and that the child would be safe, and waited for an answer.

Did such earnest prayers come through?

The answer that soon came back was…

“Well, that is… the funeral of our Tulun leader.”

“…Det?”

what?

What?

Rachiel’s eyes widened.

“why?”

I can’t believe that the head of the household died, not the granddaughter who was said to be sick. I was so surprised that it sounded like a bolt from the blue, so I asked back. However, the answer was given by someone else, not the young man in front of me.

“Tulun. He was so worried and worried about his granddaughter’s safety that he couldn’t handle the pain and stopped eating and drinking until he collapsed two days ago. People on the left and right rushed to help him, but before he could do anything, he became a stranger.”

A loud, heavy voice knocked on my eardrums. When I turned around, there was a huge… muscular green-skinned man.

‘Oak?’

I knew it as soon as I saw it. That’s because the orcs’ facial expressions (?) in the illustrations of the novel Demon Sword Emperor were like that.

He seemed to be well over 2 meters tall. His whole body was full of muscles. No, it felt like it was going to explode. If you throw it at a local gym right now, wouldn’t it be enough to get you scolded in front of a trainer? Javilon, which boasted a rather large body, had an enormous physique that would make it look petite if placed next to it.

The huge orc bowed its watermelon-like head politely.

“Brash, the chief of the Ice Rock Tribe, is meeting the human prince.”

“…Oh yeah.”

First of all, I was not embarrassed and accepted the courtesy. On the other hand, doubts arose. It’s absurd that the head of the Tulun clan died suddenly, but the orc chieftain came to the funeral.

Did you notice this question?

Chief Brash said as if it was no big deal.

“Tulun was an old friend of mine and a warrior recognized by the tribe. As a tribal leader, it is natural for me to remain here to commemorate a great warrior.”

“….”

It’s going to spin.

I still felt dizzy. It took at least 15 days to get to the border, but the head of the band died just two days before arriving here.

If I had heard this story under any other circumstances, I think the first response would have been to stop making bad jokes. If there was a novel that had this kind of content, I might have left a negative comment telling the author to pay attention to the probability and get up and down.

However, this current situation is not a bad joke or a crazy development by a writer with a bad personality. It is a stark reality and a true story. Seeing that not just anyone else but the Orc tribal chief came to the funeral to pay his respects, it really felt real.

It was thanks to that.

“Whoa.”

The plan was shattered.

Originally, it was intended to treat the granddaughter of the head of the household. I thought that then the head of the top would feel hope, gain energy, and resume the top’s activities. It was also thought that the distribution of licorice, which had been suspended, would resume.

But now that method has disappeared far beyond the horizon of events. Because the headmaster is dead. The more I thought about it, the more the back of my head started to tingle. But Rachiel held on tightly to her shaky spirit. I kept my cool. Thanks to this, I was able to understand the situation succinctly.

‘okay. The headmaster is dead. It’s absurd, but let’s admit it because it’s already happened. It can’t be helped. Think differently. Fortunately, the upper part itself will still remain, so the situation is not bleak.’

As I grasped the situation, I saw a glimmer of hope.

The head of the top is dead, but the top remains. That’s important. Rakiel looked at Orc Chief Brash. Then, plan B came to mind.

“Right. Thanks for letting me know. But on the other hand, there is something else I want to ask. Could you wait here for a moment? “First of all, I would like to remember the meaning of coming here and pay tribute to the leader.”

“All right. “Quiet, Prince of Humans.”

The chief took a step back.

At that moment, Rachiel did not miss the fleeting look in the chieftain’s bewildered eyes. He immediately looked slightly surprised and attracted to me.

‘also.’

It was a good idea to say that I would pay tribute to the head first before talking about anything else. Because that is the etiquette of living in society. That would be similar in Korea or here.

Rachiel went inside the upper building. I saw a coffin placed in a large hall. The coffin lid was tightly closed, but the portrait placed behind it gave a glimpse of what the chief mourner looked like when he was alive. He was a rather imposing-looking old man.

I bowed to him in silence for a few seconds. I prayed in my heart. Please help me make sure Plan B, which I’m about to try from now on, goes well. And then I left the funeral home. I returned to the Orc Chief Brash who was waiting outside.

“First of all, I am sorry for the loss of an old friend. I wonder how dare I comfort that pain. I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. “I have something to propose.”

“What if you say it’s an offer?”

“After this funeral, I’d like to start doing business again.”

“Yes kkuik?”

Chief Brash tilted his large head. Could it be that I have no idea what this offer means? Rakiel spoke slightly more bluntly.

“The trade of medicinal herbs, including licorice.”

“You mean the herb trade?”

“okay.”

do.

If done well, I think the suggestion will work.

Rakiel clenched his fists as he watched the Orc chieftain’s reaction. He spoke honestly to secure the glimpse of possibility.

“Actually, I run an oriental medicine clinic in the imperial palace. I take care of numerous patients and give them medicine. But then I ran into a bit of trouble recently. “Because the herbal medicine trade in this region was cut off.”

“Are you saying you want to obtain medicinal ingredients through trade?”

“okay. It’s okay if I can’t buy it myself. From what I heard, the Tulun merchant leader worked hard for several years to open a deal with this tribe. So all you have to do is resume the suspended transaction through the top organization he left behind. “How about it?”

asked.

I was confident that it would happen.

Literally, the Tulun leader is dead, but his organization remains intact. The distribution network will also survive. That’s it. If you buy licorice through his top, all is well.

But the answer that came back was….

“I refuse, kkuik.”

“….”

An unexpected and resolute refusal hit my solar plexus through the counter. why? I couldn’t understand. It was only after listening to Chief Brash’s next words that I realized the reason.

“Our tribe only deals with recognized warriors.”

“Warrior? Recognized?”

“That’s right. “Quiet, Prince of Humans.”

The chief said, snorting intensely.

“The human crown prince seems to have a misunderstanding, so let me tell you, our tribe did not do business with the merchants run by Tulun.”

“then? “Wait, no way.”

Rakiel wrinkled his nose. As I listened to the chief’s blunt answer, something occurred to me.

“Does this mean that you made a deal with the head of the Tulun Merchant Marine, not the merchant?”

“That’s right, kkuik.”

The chief continued.

“We are orcs. As fierce warriors, our people only interact and do business with those recognized as warriors. Tulun was a warrior. But there are no warriors at the top he left behind. “We don’t do business with weaklings.”

“….”

okay. I know what you mean.

‘To sum it up, regardless of whether the remaining upper-level organization or distribution network is intact or not, it is useless now.’

There is only one reason.

Because there are no recognized warriors.

So how? Simple and clear. It means that you just have to be recognized as a ‘warrior’ by them. Then, direct transactions may be possible without having to go through the upper level. Rather, you will receive public funds for herbal medicine more conveniently and stably.

‘Is it possible?’

Rachiel thought for a moment. When I thought about it, it seemed possible. Suddenly, it was thanks to the portrait of Chief Tulun that I had seen at the funeral earlier.

‘It was an old man. He looked a little shy, but he was definitely an old man.’

But that old man was a recognized warrior. What does that mean?

‘What they mean is that the warrior they are talking about doesn’t just mean that they are good at fighting. Rather, it may be a kind of honorary position. So, an old man like the Tulun leader could have been proudly recognized as a warrior.’

For example, something like that.

Something like building a building for a company and getting an honorary director position. Like becoming an honorary citizen for helping Korea advance to the World Cup semifinals.

Perhaps the old Tulun leader also earned the honorary title of warrior through some kind of meritorious service. The same goes for the story that he worked hard for over 6 years. It must have been a process of meritorious work to obtain an honorary position.

‘That’s it. That’s right. It’s just like that.’

Rachiel smiled inwardly. I finally felt relieved. My confidence blossomed. If the title of warrior bestowed by the Orcs is something of an honorary title, I am confident enough to win it.

Because there is so much money and power. All you have to do is provide whatever the orcs want.

“Then…”

What are the conditions they want?

“What should I do to be recognized as a warrior by you guys?”

Rakiel asked coyly. Orc Chief Brash answered, flexing his entire body’s muscles as if it was no big deal.

“3 to 700 kkuik.”

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