Indescribable (Seeking Recommendation Votes!)

Evening, office of the Glorious Mercenary Group.

Administrator Jasper finished the tasks at hand and rubbed his wrists.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Jasper said to come in, and the door was pushed open.

Apprentice mercenary Holt walked up to the desk and said respectfully, "The matter you tasked me with previously, it is time for a report today."

Jasper looked up at him, recalling the assignment he had given him.

"Prince Ron's shop, is it... How is the situation this week? Still in that half-dead state?" Jasper asked casually.

Following the commander's instructions, he had processed a shop for Ron, and it was even a shop in the Ruby District on Eckley Street.

If this shop had been rented out normally, it would have brought in over a dozen gold coins every month, but now it was essentially given to Ron for free.

Although nominally Ron had mortgaged a villa, that villa was actually already under the name of the mercenary group and was intended to be given to Ron as a residence.

So, with all things considered, Jasper felt he was taking a bit of a loss.

Previously, the commander had also hinted that arranging the shop on Eckley Street was just to let Ron see the reality of things, to make him understand that he wasn't cut out for business, and then he could just go back to being a leisurely noble.

Therefore, Jasper had also arranged for people to secretly observe the situation at Ron's shop.

Last week, after observing for a few days, Holt returned to report that the shop was a flower shop, and it only sold one type of flower, with not a single customer in several days.

That flower, called a Nether Orchid, was priced at 20 gold coins per stalk, claiming it could increase elemental concentration and meditation efficiency.

Jasper laughed out loud on the spot, and he felt he had a handle on things.

He thought to himself, this Prince Ron really had never done business before; to think he would open a flower shop on Eckley Street?

And 20 gold coins a stalk?

The effects of the flowers were even more ridiculous.

He didn't know which nerve of Prince Ron's had been misfired.

But Holt's next words left him dumbfounded.

"Prince Ron's shop has suddenly had a lot of customers this week, and they all seem to be mages from the Magic Academy. As of today, more than twenty people have already bought his flowers," Holt said, biting the bullet.

To be honest, he himself found it hard to believe, even though these were things he had seen with his own eyes.

When he saw those handfuls of gold coins being pocketed by Ron, his expression was probably no different from Jasper's current one.

"What did you say?" Jasper felt like something was wrong with his ears. "More than twenty people?"

If it were an ordinary flower shop, having only twenty-some customers in a week wouldn't even generate enough profit.

But Ron's flower shop was different.

His Nether Orchid cost 20 gold coins a stalk!

Could those mages be fools?

Or did they just have too much money?

Twenty-some customers meant at least four hundred gold coins in revenue... Jasper couldn't help but feel a toothache coming on.

He wasn't jealous, after all, the weekly turnover of the Glorious Mercenary Group was far more than just these few gold coins, but for a flower shop, this was simply exorbitant profit!

Jasper forced himself to calm down and thought about it for a while.

He was wondering if there were any details he hadn't discovered yet.

Could that flower called the Nether Orchid really have such powerful effects?

But if it were true, where did these flowers come from?

Was the royal family providing them in secret? Then why would the commander hint to him that this shop was just for Prince Ron to play around with?

But if there was no support behind him, how could Prince Ron possess such precious items himself?

Jasper shook his head; he couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

So, he stopped overthinking it, took out an expense form, wrote down the amount of 20 gold coins, and while handing it to Holt, instructed, "Go to Prince Ron's flower shop tomorrow and buy a Nether Orchid. You can get the 20 gold coins reimbursed at the finance department."

Holt took it with both hands and said respectfully, "Understood."

Jasper watched Holt leave the office, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temples.

He reached out, wanting to write a letter to report this matter to the commander, Webster, but stopped after a moment of thought.

It would be better to wait until he got the Nether Orchid tomorrow and have a mage from the mercenary group test its effects first.

If the effects were truly as rumored, it wouldn't be too late to inform the commander then.

Just as he was thinking this, the office door was knocked on again.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open.

A guard from downstairs walked in and reported to Jasper, "That... our contact in the patrol squad came over and said that three thugs snuck into Prince Ron's shop wanting to steal things. They have been subdued and arrested, and are currently at the courthouse..."

"What's the situation? Thugs went to Prince Ron's shop to steal things?" Jasper frowned instantly.

"It is said that someone instigated it, but it is not yet clear who," the guard added. "Should we intervene?"

Jasper pondered for a moment, then stood up, grabbed his coat, and draped it over his shoulders. As he walked, he said, "Come with me to the courthouse."

Regardless of anything else, Ron was the Seventh Prince of the empire, and as a force directly under Andre III, the Glorious Mercenary Group naturally had to safeguard the interests of His Highness Ron.

This was a completely different matter from Ron opening a shop, and Jasper was clear on that distinction.

System: "Daily task triggered."

[Daily Task]--[As a healthy man, it is necessary to occasionally satisfy one's physiological needs]:

"Specific requirements: After finishing the elf illustration book, do one indescribable thing that you enjoy."

"Task reward: Something every man understands."

After reading the task prompt, Ron's face darkened, and he felt that the system was truly becoming more and more shameless.

[Shop]

[Satisfy your own needs without lifting a finger]: 10 Wealth Points (Temporary item, automatically deleted after ten minutes)

"To earn my Wealth Points, you really will use any means necessary..." Ron covered his forehead and closed the System Panel, not knowing how to even begin to complain.

System: "This is merely satisfying the host's own needs."

"Look at the floor." Ron pointed at the smooth, clean floor and said earnestly, "Your integrity is shattered all over the ground; could you at least pick some of it up?"

System: "Please actively complete the task, host."

"Heh." Ron rolled his eyes. "Look at all these pieces of crap tasks you issue; have you ever seen me complete one? Could you please be a little more reliable?"

The system did not respond.

It seemed another failed task would be added to the list.

Ron shook his head, stopped paying attention to it, and speechlessly closed the illustration book in his hand before picking up the Outline of Battle Qi on the side to study.

It wasn't until around ten o'clock at night that he closed the book, stood up to stretch, took a shower, and returned to his bedroom to begin meditating.

At this moment, he had no idea that Jasper had already made a series of responses regarding his Flower Shop.

Failure Diary: A big shot in the group started a new book and complains every day about how slowly the favorites are growing, sighing constantly. Out of concern, I asked a question, and the big shot said: "I'm only getting a hundred or so favorites a day, stuck at seventh or eighth on the new book chart, neither here nor there—it's agonizing." I looked at my own favorites, which had just broken a hundred, and immediately fell silent.