Death Cap - Thirty - Sealing a Deal for a More Profitable and Violent Future

Death Cap - Thirty - Sealing a Deal for a More Profitable and Violent Future

Death Cap - Thirty - Sealing a Deal for a More Profitable and Violent Future

There are a lot of factors to keep in mind with that, I said.

I buckled down and tried to tune everything but the conversation out. This could be trouble. If the Union wanted my mushrooms, that was fine. But there were two big, distinct issues that immediately came to mind.

First, if they wanted weaponized mushrooms or hallucinogenic ones which they could sell as drugs, then there was a very real possibility that those same mushrooms would quickly be turned illegal. Id read a few passages in some newspapers about how some nearby cities were trying prohibition, to little success. City Nineteen hadnt been hit by that yet, and it was possible we had fewer puritans here.

But getting high on mushrooms was not seen as publicly acceptable the way getting a pint at the local pub was.

The second issue was more personal.

If I was the sole provider of something, then I was suddenly a lot more precious to the union. Me. Personally. A single small child with very little in the way of effective defences or contacts outside of the union.

It wasnt hard to imagine them locking me away in some damp underground farm with orders to produce metric tons of whatever mushroom they ordered me to for no pay and less privilege. Would I be able to escape that kind of situation?New novel chapters are published on

Probably, maybe. If they underestimated me. The problem was that they knew I wouldnt mind stooping to murder to get away, which meant the base-level of security theyd probably place would be pretty high.

Markham needed an answer beyond just that, and I couldnt pause for too long.

Mushrooms are temperamental. Dangerous, even. Some require a very specific environment to grow in. I can manage what I can because I have the time to move around and explore and find good growing locations across the slums. Usually, trying to grow mushrooms in captivity results in lots of dead fungi. All true.

Markham nodded. If we were to ask for a number of mushrooms then?

It would depend on what kind, and how much, I said. Do you mean the mushrooms I used on the bullies?

Yes, those, he said. What were they? From the reports, they caused digestive issues, gave the men who inhaled them hallucinations, were explosive, and had some sort of mana-absorbing quality.

A what? That last one wasnt something I was aware of. Which mushroom caused that? The lichen, maybe? It was meant to absorb mana to ignite, maybe... but then I didnt know how the bullies discovered that. The lichen should have exploded along with the rest.

That wasnt a mushroom, I admitted. That was two mushrooms, a lichen, and some netting made of knit yarn.

I nodded. I doubted Id be getting a shilling per mushroom, or even per gram of powder, but... well, it was maybe another passive source of income, and I wasnt going to say no to those. If thats all you needed me for? I asked.

That was all, yes. Dont spend it all in one place.

I smiled my more beatific, child-like smile. I wont! I promised before stepping up and scooping all the coins off his desk. I placed one in a purse by my waist, the rest was split between my satchel and a pouch hidden under my clothes which had some loose yarn to keep it from jangling.

With that done, I practically skipped out of the room. I was filthy, filthy rich!

No, no I wasnt. I needed every halfpenny for a number of projects. Getting to the bottom of the dungeon wouldnt happen easily, but it would happen, and it would be easier with the money I now had.

I met Gary outside, and nodded to him in greeting. Things go well? he asked.

I got a talking-to, but he paid up. I pouted. Mostly. I didnt get what I expected to get.

Gary sniffed. He can be cheap, but hes better than the assholes running the factories, he said.

I nodded along, content that the lie had passed. One didnt show off wealth unless one wanted to lose it.

I left the Unions new headquarters and headed towards the deeper end of the slums... for one block, then I took a sharp turn towards the Gutter and the nicer parts of the city. After cutting across a few streets and avoiding one entirely because there were some bullies patrolling, I reached the Gutter, then merged into the traffic heading northwards.

I crossed the gates into the Mistbacks quarter. The apartments were nicer here even than the nicest of the homes in the slums, and the Gutter didnt smell quite so rank, though there were plenty of factories along the edge still. I didnt dare cross the bridge over to Pearl Alley. That part of the city was firmly middle class and theyd smell the slums on me in an instant.

My goal was a shop that Id heard about but never seen. Arthurs Alembic. Alchemical Supplies for the Rarified Gent. The store was a singular building. Two storeys, with only slightly dirty windows and a front plastered in ads for every sort of vitamin and supplement and wonder drug that guaranteed big muscles, a slimmer figure, and functional genitals.

I was there for something else, of course. I finally had the money to spend to just buy raw ingredients. It might cost a bit, but I knew I could just outright buy the very materials that I had been scrounging for.

Soon, soon Id have so many powerful mushrooms that the city itself would tremble!

Or maybe all theyd have were some mushrooms that cured erectile dysfunction.

I was ready to find out either way.

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