Anyway, better be careful

Once Riesling came back to his senses, he finally remembered his business.

He had no idea whether the Black Market Merchants in this world differed from those in his previous life.

But there was no doubt that these fellows had ruined his business.

Cutting off someone's livelihood was like killing their parents. Now that Riesling knew who had affected his business, he really did feel the urge to lose his temper.

But he also knew that this so-called temper tantrum would amount to nothing but impotent rage.

Besides, the Black Market Merchants who went around peddling goods were all at the very bottom of the organization.

He had no idea who was behind them, but the most important thing now wasn't to track down the culprit. It was to come up with a competing product as soon as possible.

That was just how business worked.

Even if you killed the other party, as long as the formula remained, someone else could rise up and squeeze you out.

Only an idiot would get involved in that sort of endless affair.

Rather than go to all that trouble, he might as well develop a rival product and compete effectively.

Besides, this kind of back-and-forth commercial warfare seemed pretty interesting.

Well, in truth, anyone could become a shady character like a Black Market Merchant.

You just needed to be shameless enough and lucky enough to survive.

So it was practically impossible to tell who exactly was peddling the liquor called [Heaven's Fall].

Surely he couldn't round up every Black Market Merchant and torture them for answers.

Even if he had the strength, he didn't have the time.

Justice: "@The Hermit, you're in the war zone right now, aren't you? Are there any Black Market Merchants around?"

In the end, Riesling turned to Professor