Super Righteous Player
Chapter 333 - 331 Advanced Service Attitude_1

Chapter 333: Chapter 331 Advanced Service Attitude_1

The delicious Wind Goose sat in the creaking, swaying carriage.

It was one of those large carriages, the interior space vast enough to seat eight people in two facing groups.

Now, the delicious Wind Goose was alone in the carriage.

The sofa seat opposite him had been removed, replaced by three rows of two-tiered wooden crates; to his left and right, one large wooden crate each.

Inside each wooden crate were twenty-four bottles of counterfeit "Honeyed Lips," the standard two dozen.

The real "Honeyed Lips" was a medicinal honey wine handcrafted by the Black Tower’s transformation Wizards, renowned not just for its rich, sweet taste without being greasy, but also for its special effects on virility and beauty.

As such, its price was inflated significantly.

Of course, like all foodstuffs claiming to have "some curative effect," its medicinal efficacy was not particularly pronounced.

The reason for its high price mainly stemmed from its scarcity.

Having such wine was in itself a very respectable matter.

And the fake wine produced by the Tait Consulate obviously couldn’t be synthesized by Wizards for them, so naturally, it lacked the special effects.

However, it was indeed a quality honey wine, carefully blended—unless the two wines were tasted side by side, it was almost impossible to tell the difference.

Other than the alcohol content of the counterfeit being slightly lower than the genuine Honeyed Lips, the taste and texture of the real and fake wines were nearly identical, with the fake wine even being richer.

And the reason for keeping a lower alcohol content and a richer taste...

...was related to the work at hand for the delicious Wind Goose.

Suddenly, someone opened the carriage door.

"Alfonso’s company... Tait’s convoy?"

A deep voice called out, "You are from Frostwater Harbor..."

The delicious Wind Goose looked up and saw two men standing at the carriage door.

One was a young City Guard holding a jade plaque, with brown curly hair, looking somewhat rash; the other was a bearded man in his forties with a more formal captain’s leather armor. After opening the carriage door, he nodded subtly to the delicious Wind Goose.

——Probably the man Tait’s Consulate mentioned beforehand?

The delicious Wind Goose had an inkling.

"Delicious Wind Goose."

The old goose politely answered, "I’m a traveler from Frostwater Harbor; my identity proof is with the Consulate."

As the old goose recited his name, the jade plaque emitted a green glow, verifying his true name.

"Hmm, good. No problem."

The middle-aged man nodded and patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him, "Pick a crate."

"Just... this one."

The young man randomly pointed to the nearest crate, the one on the right-hand side of the delicious Wind Goose, and the only black crate.

This was to make it convenient for the delicious Wind Goose, so he wouldn’t have to get off and move, and it was also convenient for them... They didn’t have to carefully handle the crates, avoiding damage to the contents inside.

The middle-aged City Guard captain nodded and commanded simply, "Open it."

The young man grunted in acknowledgment, hugged the wooden crate, and heaved it off the ground, cautiously placing it down.

He then took out a long-handled crowbar and pried open the crate in two strokes.

"Hiss... real Honeyed Lips indeed!"

The young man couldn’t help but exclaim, "Honeyed Lips price increased by a pound recently; they’re going to make a fortune."

"You first inspect the goods."

The middle-aged man instructed impatiently.

He stood to the side, jiggling his leg, casually asking the delicious Wind Goose, "The Mayor of Frostwater Harbor... who was it again? Still Salvatore?"

"It has been changed for a while now. It’s someone from the Geraint family..."

The delicious Wind Goose answered cautiously, trying not to slip up. Acting like an old resident of Frostwater Harbor.

But he keenly noticed... as he uttered "Geraint," the leg-jiggling middle-aged man suddenly stopped for an instant.

He immediately grew wary and abandoned his initial plan to use the name "Tan Juan Geraint" to add credibility to his story.

The Delicious Wind Goose calmly corrected himself, "But I haven’t been back there in a while, so I’m not completely sure.

"...But at least a month ago, it was still Mayor Salvatore."

"Oh oh."

The middle-aged man casually responded.

At this time, the young city guard had taken out all the wine bottles to inspect their seals once more, and verified the "brand" on each bottle, took out a notebook and recorded the batch number for all twenty-four bottles, then put them back one by one.

After that, he put the lid back on the box and carried it back to the Delicious Wind Goose.

To avoid getting crushed, the Delicious Wind Goose pressed against the other wooden box and tried to dodge out of the way.

"Please understand and forgive me for any offense taken for safety reasons..."

The young city guard recited rapidly to the Delicious Wind Goose.

The middle-aged man behind him slapped his shoulder heavily, saying irritably, "Say it like you mean it!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The young man responded helplessly and stood up straight to recite earnestly, "This inspection is for everyone’s safety. Please forgive us. If there’s any offense taken, we sincerely apologize. Inspection fees have been collected as 5% of the total value of the merchandise from the team leader. I am Dexter Roy with 42 days of service experience, and this is my supervisor Claus Kass. My inspector’s mark is E112, and if there are any complaints about my service, you can go to the Silver Baron Temple in the Royal Capital to file a complaint..."

——Crap.

Shocked old goose.

Your service attitude is freakin’ advanced, huh?

Although he already knew that "the Silver Baron is the god with the best attitude towards ordinary people," but this... The Silver Baron really knows how to play, doesn’t he?

If it weren’t for the fact that the Silver Baron had absolutely no idea which world the players came from, he would have thought that either the Silver Baron or one of his Popes was a transmigrator... and the kind with full-on foolish swagger at that.

It was only after the two men closed the door and left that the Delicious Wind Goose let out a subtle sigh of relief with a complex expression.

The last part of that conversation had rattled him, and he had almost given himself away.

But fortunately, probably everyone coming to the Royal Capital for the first time would be startled by such a scene, so those two men were already used to it... They didn’t say much and just left politely.

Some time passed after that.

It was then that the Delicious Wind Goose reached out to lock the carriage door.

He then opened the wooden box that had been knocked on—coincidentally, the very box the Delicious Wind Goose was planning to poison.

He reached under his coat.

Right next to his undershirt, like a chainmail, were twenty-four metal pieces the size of lighters, strapped in an arrangement of three by eight.

He pulled out one metal piece and took out a wine glass that was already prepared. He then took out all twenty-four bottles of "Sweet Lips" from the black box.

He proceeded to open the cork of the first bottle, and the fragrant aroma gushed out, filling the carriage.

He poured himself about two fingers’ worth of the liquid and unscrewed the first metal piece by twisting it, just like you would open a perfume bottle.

The moment he opened "Demon’s Blood," the Delicious Wind Goose clearly heard a hissing sound. He almost thought it was cola packed in a perfume bottle...

And after opening it, the liquid inside looked a bit like cola—although it did not bubble up with obvious white foam, it still made a sizzling, irritating sound.

The Delicious Wind Goose carefully poured the liquid from the metal piece into the wine bottle. Despite the carriage’s shaking, his hand was very steady, so that not a drop was spilled.

He repeated this process twenty-four times, putting all the "doctored" Sweet Lips back and carefully sealing them up.

——After that, it was time to deliver the goods.

The Delicious Wind Goose thought leisurely.

But just then, Mayor Tait’s voice came from outside:

"Delicious Wind Goose? Come down for a moment, I need to talk to you."

...Uh-oh.

The Delicious Wind Goose raised his eyebrows.

He calmly posted a message:

"I think I’m about to get caught, comrades"

"——Here we go, let’s start betting. If you think I’ll get caught, type 1; if you think I won’t get caught this time, type 2. Bet a grilled meat meal, anyone in?"