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Not to mention, I've already killed a number of people since I arrived here. Most of the time they had to do with local quests. Kill these gang members, stop this crime, pick some flowers, you know normal quests.
Just two days ago, I helped an abused girl escape her terrible homelife. To summarise, I killed the abusive drunk father and framed the negligent drug addicted mother that was planning to sell her.
She would arrive at the orphanage later today in fact. Once there she could finally get the help she needed from her new family.
Not to toot my own horn, but the orphanage had certainly gotten better after my *ahem* acquisition of it.
The residents no longer fought amongst themselves over every little thing for one, as there was now plenty to go around.
The older orphans would watch over the younger ones without complaint, and many would even volunteer to do the chores without being asked.
Those still going to school had started to take their studies more seriously, suddenly motivated to get into a good university and get well-paying jobs.
The caretakers would also run more thorough background checks on those looking to adopt to make sure that the children would go to good families.
Additionally, thanks to a few anonymous donations, the orphanage could now afford to repair some of its broken parts, with enough still left over to buy additional food and clothes. There might even be enough money to replace some of the worn-down toys.
Yep, the orphanage couldn't be better off.
Hearing the ringing of a bell, I walked out of the alley and noticed a chapel a few blocks away.
Taking out my list I added 'Chapel' and continued on my way, whistling a catchy tone all the while.
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From the second-floor office I watched the various thugs at work, unloading and unpacking various instruments from vans; working alongside them were mannequins disguised as mercenaries carrying firearms.
The equipment was different from what a normal drug lab would have, which was to be expected since this wasn't a normal drug lab but rather a potions lab.
It was after doing some extensive research into the subject of potion's making that I was able to learn a few interesting facts.
The most important being that there was no such thing as a potion's factory or even an attempt to industrialize potion making.
The reason for this was two-fold. First was that potions needed constant supervision and precision meaning that wizards had to make each potion one at a time, cutting down on the amount that someone could make in any given day.
Second, potion making was a commonly regarded skill that almost anyone could do, so there really wasn't a market for ready-made potions when most could just buy the ingredients at a cheaper cost and make it themselves.
Another key point to why this would work was that potions typically tended to have a short shelf life with most expiring 3-12 months after they were created.
Of course, that wasn't to say that there weren't businesses that specialized in making potions. Those however usually only dealt with hard to make potions or custom orders.
Luckily, I had both the means and knowledge to succeed where others had failed.
Ever since I had managed to take control of the local library, I had devoted a majority of my time studying anything that could prove even remotely useful.
Math, science, literature, German, Russian, architecture, woodwork, etc.
I read everything I could get my hands on and as a result my WIS and INT were both steadily rising.
I even managed to raise my INT passed 50 and pick up a new skill because of it.
[Mana Affinity] (Passive) LV: MAX
[Technique that allows the user to become more sensitive to mana and handle it better.]
[10% Increase in MP recovery rate.]
[5% increase in total MP amount.]
[5% increase in magic attacks.]
[5% increase in magic defense.]
[30% increase in MP related skill effects.]
That being said, even with my newly gained knowledge it would have taken years of careful designing and experimenting to get a working prototype.
But as luck would have it, I received the solution to my problem while I was looking through an automobile book that depicted the first conveyor-belt assembly line.
It was then that I had immediately remembered the Enchanted Artifact Facility blueprints sitting in my inventory.
Using them as a template I was able to design what I called a Potion Factory.
And the more I worked on it, the more I began to see how my various skills could work together to make it happen.
"We're almost done unpacking Doctor," a rough nasally voice said behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was, as only one man was brave enough to approach me.
As for the reason why he called me doctor, it was because of my disguise. I was dressed as a plague doctor complete with a leather bird mask and a black coat to hide my figure. The last thing I wanted was someone to recognize me after all.
"Good. Good. Now for my part," I said, turning around, my voice being distorted by the vents in the mask.
Gerald Stone, the local crime boss in this area cut a rather unimpressive figure. He was a slim man in his early 30s with jet black hair greased back.
He wore a grey pinstripe suit probably worth more than most people's salary and a number of gold rings. He had a pencil thin mustache and large widow's peak making him appear rat-like.
For all his bravado he had fallen under my complete control just like all the others.
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