I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

fair competition

From leaving the Black Forest to returning, it took a month and a half.

If Fran had to describe it in one word, it would definitely be bloody money!

Excluding the time on the road, it took her a total of two weeks to successfully occupy the market in Valman State and sold out all the magic potions she brought.

The queen also personally opened the green channel for future goods from her country.

On the day she left, Ginny escorted her to the city gate, lavishly wiping her tears with her long golden hair, and combing her mane in her carriage.

It was almost stuffed into her car.

If she hadn't believed that the Dark God would definitely dislike her, she might have accepted them all. After all, each of these combs could be sold for a lot of money.

When she returned to the Black Forest, two gorgeous carriages stood conspicuously at the gate of the city.

One is a white blue-striped pumpkin-shaped carriage pulled by two horses, and the other is a black and gold-striped aristocratic carriage.

Bai Xue trot down excitedly from the former, excitedly welcoming Fran's return.

Standing beside the carriage was Prince Cham, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He seemed to be Bai Xue's personal bodyguard dutifully, guarding her all the way.

"Godmother Fran, you are finally back!" She was as excited as a little kingfisher, with a bright smile on Ruxue's cheeks.

"Did you know?" Bai Xue leaned down a little, and whispered in Fran's ear, "The Duke of Stington came earlier than me, and he is the only nobleman who came to welcome you."

That is necessary, his god has returned, can he, the most sincere believer, not come to greet him?

Fran wouldn't be surprised if Stington laid the floor here last night.

"His Royal Highness Fran." Stington naturally did not expect that the two ladies were talking about him, so he leaned forward and bowed, and his eyes returned to Fran's carriage again.

His eyes were focused and pious, and he was patient with the beating heart in his chest, staring at his god from the air.

"Godmother Fran, I've seen this kind of look elsewhere before." Bai Xue said cautiously again, "Sometimes Chamu looks at me for a long time, and he also has this kind of look, even when people call him he won't tell the difference." Heart."

Fran followed Bai Xue's words and looked at Chamu who was standing not far away.

His gaze was also consistent and persistent, staring at Bai Xue closely, as if following an unreachable goddess.

A prince and a duke present looked exactly the same.

This kind of believer's eyes looking at the gods clearly confused the pure Baixue.

Cham had expressed his love to her, so what happened to the Duke of Stington?

She looked at the godmother's charming face, which was as bright as a rose, and her soft hair that slanted down like a waterfall.

The eyes became clearer.

Fran: "..."

She immediately realized what was going on with Bai Xue's burning eyes.

When she was a "child", when she heard the gossip next door, she had the same look in her eyes.

No, please return to the confused look in your eyes just now.

Don't you realize that the Duke of Stington is looking at the carriage and not her?

Fran knew what she had to do to avoid further misunderstandings.

"Duke Stington, forgive me for not giving her to you."

"Ah?" The devout believers looking up at the starry sky were obviously dumbfounded.

"A-Ka came all the way from Valman to follow me, so I can't hand her over to you." Fran repeated.

Only then did the Duke of Stington notice that standing beside the carriage was a woman who was dressed a little differently from the other servants.

Her skin was flawless and pure, and there was a sterling silver butterfly wing necklace on her neck, just like the starry sky he saw just now.

No believer will ignore this necklace.

It is a symbol that only believers like them will wear.

Stington immediately "understood" what Fran meant.

It turned out that His Royal Highness Fran was implying to her that this maid could be trusted for any important matters related to the adults in the future.

Stington will never neglect matters concerning adults, he nodded solemnly: "Your Highness Fran, I was the one who was abrupt, I understand."

You understand the hell.

From the look in Stington's eyes, Fran realized that he would be wrong too.

She actually wanted to tell her, when you worship your god, can you not implicate her!

Fortunately, Bai Xue showed a suddenly realized expression: So it is like this.

When the wives of other nobles are about to give birth to their third and fourth children, there is still no news from the Duke of Stington.

What he liked turned out to be a foreign woman.

Seeing Bai Xue's new round of expression changes, Fran nodded in relief.

That's right, Zai Zai, if you think about it more, it's best not to go back to her.

***

On the third day after Fran returned, the people of the Black Forest began to pass a piece of good news.

The dry land came back to life, and the fields began to sprout.

In the past, no matter how plowed, sowed and fertilized, the land would not improve at all. It was as if the snow melted and the spring returned overnight, and every field was covered with green.

Snow White proudly announced to the people that it was her Godmother Fran who cast magic all night and revived all the land.

Seeing that she was about to pull up a banner to thank her people, Fran, who had slept all night, felt a little embarrassed.

She really didn't expect the God of Darkness to be so trustworthy, and he revived the drained land of the entire country overnight.

gratitude?She is gone.

He retrieved two soul fragments in one go.

What is it called?This is called mutual benefit.

win-win!

Not only is she not grateful, but she also pushes forward.

"Master Dark God."

Looking at Fulan's shining eyes, the god who called the land back to life overnight had a bad feeling.

Although to him who has recovered part of his soul, this consumption of mana is nothing, but...

"I found a double copy of soul for you in one breath, do you want to reward my believers who work so hard?"

The magic mirror hanging on the wall trembled all over.

It noticed the terrifying Demon God in a blink of an eye, and gave itself an unkind look.

Magic Mirror: She is the one who made the request, what are you looking at me for? ? ?

The Dark God raised a finger: "A chance."

Apparently it was the time when he didn't limit the number of times before, and Fran, who raised three in one breath, left a shadow on him.

Fran squinted her eyes, like a leisurely cat: "That's great, I want one of your disciples."

Dark God:?

On the second day, the four great nobles in the country were all called into the palace together.

They all received the message at the same time: "His Royal Highness Fulan needs someone to manage her external business for her."

From the very beginning, Fran went to the country of Valman under the guise of opening up a market for the country.

On the day she came back, a large number of nobles began to inquire about the news.

Knowing that this time the foreign transaction was very successful, they immediately came up with the idea of ​​wanting this lucrative job.

After all, Fran, as the godmother of the princess, couldn't be busy making potions and selling them all day long, she always needed the assistance of a client.

As nobles with land, shops and manpower, it is most suitable for them to take over.

The nobles present were all old acquaintances.

Except for the Duke of Stington, the Duke of Norton and the Duke of Else came together, and the Duke of Lauwin came alone.

Regarding what happened last time, they seemed to have a little irreconcilable disagreement.

As Fran, who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, of course she would like this disagreement to be as big as possible.

"You should all have heard that I need someone to take care of the medicine business for me." Fran said with a distressed face, "After all, once more and more countries hear about my medicine, they will Come take the initiative to do business with us."

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that Duke Stington, who had seen through everything and sincerely followed the God of Darkness, was the only one present who averted his eyes.

He obviously wants to enrich the bookshelf and make adults more satisfied than to make a profit from trading.

The remaining three nobles were different, wishing to raise their hands and shout "Choose me, choose me", staring at her closely.

"I know it's unfair to entrust this matter to any one of you casually." Fran sighed, "So I hope you can compete fairly."

She could have entrusted this matter directly to the Duke of Stington, after all, she had said a long time ago that she hoped he would do her a favor.

But now the news is spread widely, so direct, other nobles will definitely make trouble.

Then - "fair competition"!

Hearing about fair competition, several nobles naturally nodded their heads like they were pounding garlic.

Fairness is the best, so that no one will be unconvinced.

Duke Lauwin also nodded straightly, remembering that the old king once obtained a batch of treasures from other countries and asked them to sell them in a fair competition.

Whoever sells at a high price will give him the rest and let him take over the sale with full power.

As the person with the strongest assets, he directly asked his servants to bid a high price.

Got the right to sell in one fell swoop.

He also likes "fair" competition.

"Your Highness Fran, everyone knows that I, Duke Lauwin, have the largest property in the Black Forest, and the funds are also..."

"You wait first." Fran stopped him.

Duke Lowen:?

Just before Lao Wen could give full play, two soldiers showed up, and each moved four tables and four chairs in.

Nobles: What is this for?

Tables and chairs were not enough, four sheets of parchment and four quills and inkwells were also served on the table.

"Okay, you can start writing."

"What to write?" Duke Lauwin asked.

"Eh? Didn't you agree to fair competition?" Fran asked a little strangely, "Now start writing the plan."

"A plan?" The nobles were at a loss.

"Yes, the plan." All the pretense was wiped off Fran's face, and the corners of her mouth curled up, and she explained carefully, "Each of you, write a story about what would happen if you could get the management power of the magic potion industry." How to do it, and how to maximize the benefits. The content includes but is not limited to the cost and transportation of raw materials, product processing and packaging, product sales and markets.”

After she finished speaking, she got her wish and saw a bunch of question marks on the heads of the nobles, "Who am I and where am I?"

"Aren't you going to start yet?" Fran urged, "If you haven't finished writing by dinner time, I'll just wrap up the volume. Whoever writes the details at that time, I will hand over the management of the magic potion to him."

Her words immediately intensified the sense of urgency of the adults, and they didn't care if there was something in their heads, they hurried to the table and picked up the quills and began to write quickly.

Only the Duke of Stington walked to his table without hesitation, slowly lifted up the parchment and glanced at it, and then picked up the quill to check the pattern of the feather.

Fran was not in a hurry, and asked Aka to pour her a cup of tea, drinking while waiting.

During the period, Bai Xue also came to "visit".

"What are these adults doing?"

"It's fair play."

Bai Xue:? ? ?

The crows "quacked" and urged to return to their nests, and the color of the dusk stained the window sills of the castle glass.

Duke Lauwin put down his quill and handed in the first questionnaire.

"Well, let me take a look." Fran took the parchment, on which dozens of items were densely written.

"I have the most shops and funds in the Black Forest, you can trust me to sell the potions. My field is also the largest in the east, and the goods you have been buying potions are under my jurisdiction. I also have a lot of people, Can uninterruptedly transport medicines to other countries for sale..."

"His Royal Highness Fran...is it not good for you to read it out loud?" Duke Lauwin, who was cramped for a long time, finally couldn't help it, and at the same time, he glanced at the few people who were still writing.

This gesture obviously does not want other "classmates" to copy homework.

But this assignment...

"But the plan you wrote is terrible." Fran looked regretful, "How much is your 'many', I don't even have a specific figure, and I need someone to manage it, of course I need someone with rich experience. The kind that gives me an estimate of the cost and price is not just a matter of describing how capable you are. If you have a plan like yours, I can just invite three people outside and I can write five copies."

Duke Lauwin's old face was stiff.

What he wrote with great difficulty, she actually said that she could write five copies by bringing someone in from outside? !

But it's useless to be unconvinced. The potion needs Fran's magic to produce it.

Duke Lauwin could only take back the parchment and obediently go back to change the plan.

He was not the only one who was stabbed in the back. Norton and Elsie, who were beside him, also began to scribble and change on the parchment after listening to Fran's comments.

Marquis Norton was the first to complete the correction. He handed over the parchment graciously, like a student waiting for the teacher to mark the paper, standing quietly aside.

"Hmm... You mentioned the available land, shops and funds, as well as the number of manpower. That's right."

When the sense of urgency on Norton's face loosened a bit, Fran made a big turn: "However, you didn't mention how to allocate and manage these assets, such as which piece of land is used to grow acne medicine and which piece of land is used for planting You don’t talk about the plants for skin care products, which countries our medicines may be sold to, and the elderly and women also include men. In short, although I know there is no problem in finding you to produce medicines, you have not considered any future problems .This won’t work, my maid, Aka, can write better than you.”

Aka on the side blushed shyly.

Marquis Norton opened his mouth without saying a word. He silently took back his "test paper" and went back to the desk to continue correcting.

Therefore, Elsie scanned the contents of his parchment three times, making sure that it contained all the contents mentioned by Fran, before leaving his seat.

Fran scanned it and handed the parchment back: "I feel like we need to design a product logo."

"Product Identification?"

"Yeah." Fran gestured with her hands, "It's probably a simple small graphic, and as long as others see it, they can immediately know that it is our product."

Else: ?

"There is still room for the reverse side, why don't you draw the reverse side?"

Else: ...

When Fran finished reading the translated version of the Black Witch's Magical Secret Book again, went to the toilet five times, and drank three pots of tea.

Duke Lauwin handed in the fourth draft of his plan.

On the back of the parchment, there are several trees painted in the shape as a logo.He was afraid that Fran would not know his creative ideas, so he wrote the words "Black Forest" underneath.

"Um……"

"His Royal Highness, what do you think?"

The old prince was red-faced and gasping for breath. He was clearly sitting motionless at the desk writing, but he felt that he had spent half a month of energy.

"Do you want to change it again?" Fran said lightly.

"...What to change?"

"Just change it again."

Lord Lauwin snatched the parchment.

change?What to change?Where can I put his face again?

Angrily, he crumpled the parchment into a ball, then remained on the ground viciously, stomped on it vigorously, still feeling puzzled, and crushed his heels again.

"You are teasing me!"

Fran watched him indifferently after all this was done, with an innocent expression on her face: "I didn't, you guys keep getting better and better every time, there's no winner or loser, and it's not time for dinner, so I can't decide who to give it to." Is there something wrong? And look at the Duke of Stington, he never came to submit the plan from the beginning to the end, and he is still making serious revisions, and I am looking forward to seeing his plan."

Duke Lauwin turned his head, and Duke Stington twirled the quill, looking at the sky outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

"..." He is serious about changing his fart!

Then I turned my head to look at my two old friends from the past, one was hard at work, and the other drew dozens of patterns on the back...

"Hey! How about the three of us join forces and take over the job together," he called to Norton and Else.

The two nobles looked up at him, and Duke Else shook his head: "You said the same thing last time, and then I didn't get anything."

Marquis Norton didn't even say a word, and continued to write and draw with his head down.

After a few seconds of silence, Duke Lauwin bent down, silently picked up the parchment that he had folded into a ball, spread it out, wiped it with his sleeve, and returned to his desk again.

It was getting dark, and the waiter came to remind Fran that it was almost time for dinner.

"The time is coming, please show me the plan."

Duke Lauwin unceremoniously pushed his two "old friends" away, and put a thick dozen of parchment first.

Except for the crumpled first one, every subsequent one is densely packed with text.

Elsie and Norton were not to be outdone, they painted the N version of the product logo of the pharmacy, and later even called servants to buy colored inks, each of which was colorful.

After the three nobles had been placed, the wandering Duke of Stington came forward slowly and placed a neat and clean piece of parchment in front of Fran.

Fran clapped her hands in satisfaction: "Let me see whose plan is the best."

She first flipped through a wave of Duke Lauwin's thick stack of manuscripts, then referred to the data of the Marquess of Norton, and admired the paintings of the Duke of Else for a while, and finally picked up the thin paper of the Duke of Stington. of parchment.

The parchment of the Duke of Stington is clean, except for the name on the top, there is no other word, only in the center, there is a mark representing the dark god, a small butterfly wing in the shape of a butterfly.

Fran looked at the Duke of Stington who was standing on the far side. After handing in the "exam", he looked at his shadow on the floor and was stunned.

"..."

Her face was expressionless, and after reading it pretendingly, she covered the corners of her mouth: "My God, this plan is definitely the most perfect I have seen today."

"what?"

"How is it possible!"

The three nobles were naturally unconvinced.

Stington wrote a piece of paper in one afternoon, how can he compare with them?

At this time, Bai Xue noticed that Fran's godmother hadn't come to eat for a long time, so she also came in to join in the fun.

Fran picked up the plan and read a few paragraphs in front of several people: "I will distribute part of the cultivation of herbs and plants to the farmers in the north of the city, and then buy harvesting materials from them... pack the products and work Give it to the women in the city who need work, and pay the wages at the price of 8 gold coin for 1 hours per month...Through fair bidding, the finished products will be subcontracted to merchants in the city..."

"Is this any different from ours?" asked Lord Lauwin.

He wrote a page in detail on farming and packaging products alone.

"Of course there is a difference." Fran said righteous words, "You all think about how to make money for yourself, your own land, your own shops, and people who exploit yourself, but our great Duke Stington pays attention to how to Let our civilians get rich through this industry, this is the top priority, do you think it can be the same?"

At the last second, Stington was still thinking about how to sing the deeds of Lord Dark God during the dinner and prayer tonight.

There is also the ancient book I saw last time, which is the type that adults like.

The next second, "greatness" was suddenly mentioned, and Duke Stington woke up from his starry sky.

"His Royal Highness Fran, what you said doesn't seem to be..."

"You didn't say you were going to write this!" interrupted Lord Norton.

Fran: "Shall I copy the reference answers for you?"

The Duke of Elsey was also not convinced: "Aside from these, I have written more details than him, right?"

"No." Fran said briskly, picked up the parchment again, and read, "In order to prevent our potions from being counterfeited, I will mark each bottle of potion with special ink to guarantee all our rights... for To prevent medicines from being bought and sold, every merchant must be strictly registered...Have you considered this?"

Duke Else thought for a while, and he really had nothing to do with maintaining the rights to magic potions.

"What's more... In order to ensure the continuous sales of the product and the satisfaction of the customers, once I find that a customer has an uncomfortable reaction to the product, I will report it to His Royal Highness Fran as soon as possible, and send someone to test the material that caused the adverse reaction The three of you didn't even touch the edge."

The Marquis of Norton scratched his head. He only pays attention to selling in business. As long as it is sold, it has nothing to do with his stomach or the next day.

If you want him to lose money, it's better to let the rooster lay eggs.

"That... that!" Duke Lauwin tried to stand still, "Did he not draw the logo you mentioned?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention!" Fran's voice startled Duke Lauwin, "Lord Stington takes good care of the painters in the Black Forest. For the matter, collect good proposals from painters by offering rewards. Only by choosing more than one can you choose the most suitable one, after all, you have never painted much."

The Duke of Else, who had been creating all afternoon, stared blankly, and the colorful quills in his hands fell to the ground one after another.