(Thanks to Son of the Round Clam, Pete Griffin, for the bonus chapter, 28/50.)
Sigurd decided to keep some of the tea for himself, give some away as gifts, and toss the rest to the Inquisitors under his command.
Many Inquisitors were actually Psykers. These Psykers often had to fight on the front lines, and some even fought Daemons, so this tea was practically a necessity for them.
Li Qinwu could produce such necessities, and in such quantities.
In Sigurd's mind, Li Qinwu's standing rose another level.
Ding! Political Points +1!
Li Qinwu was stunned for a moment. He had not expected the precious Political Points to increase just from selling tea!
Seeing the old man quietly sitting there and drinking tea, he probed, "Sir, how about I sell you all the tea I produce from now on?"
Sigurd asked without changing his expression, "How often can you provide a batch of tea like this?"
Li Qinwu began estimating his output. What limited Holy Tea production was not the fresh leaves, but the food output from the warship Hideout.
He could produce around six hundred leaves a month, though some of the capacity had to be reserved for functional drinks.
Out of those six hundred leaves, he had to keep some for himself and occasionally brew tea for the entire crew aboard his warship, lest some cultist suddenly crawl out of the ship now and then.
After adding it all up, Li Qinwu gave a number.
"How about this, sir? From now on, I'll provide the Inquisition with three thousand tea leaves every six months."
Ding! Political Points +1!
The moment he finished speaking, another notification sounded in Li Qinwu's mind, while Sigurd's expression turned slightly excited.
"Are you sure? A gentleman's word is not spoken