Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 794 - 450: That Waist Twisted Almost to the Point of Leaving Afterimages_2
Chapter 794: Chapter 450: That Waist Twisted Almost to the Point of Leaving Afterimages_2
“Will he agree?” Durken asked.
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“He should, there’s a famine everywhere right now. It’s not that there’s a lack of food, but an uneven distribution of the food. Through commerce, we can alleviate some of that. It’s reasonable for us to collect a little bit for our efforts, right?”
“Perfectly reasonable, too reasonable. If we didn’t collect a fee, I’d be worried that you might not take this seriously.”
“Using the name of the Spirit Dragon Knights will save a lot of trouble. The knights can gain a lot of reputation, and if we ask for Captain Neiwen’s cooperation, we can gain a little management fee while gaining reputation. It’s reasonable, isn’t it?”
“Huh, use them as shields and still want to take their money? That’s reasonable, too reasonable.” Durken gave a twitchy smile.
Silver Coin did not think there was a problem and continued: “I don’t know how large the Spirit Dragon Knights are but if they can keep thirteen Bone Dragons, they must be considerable. Providing for all those mouths is a big deal. I wonder if they produce or consume grain? If we could monopolize their business, it wouldn’t be small.”
“… I now understand why you are the God of Fraudsters and not the God of Business. Only mistaken names, not mistaken deities,” Durken sighed.
Negris was drifting further away, worried that he might end up becoming a pawn in their plans.
Neiwen’s men came and tied up all of Bamos’s men, including Bamos himself. Despite his screams, his body was incredibly compliant, motionless as they tied him up, because Neiwen’s sword was steadily pointed at his throat.
At this time, the Cave Titans in the alchemy workshop seem to have reached an agreement. They rushed out, the one in front was already familiar, and the ones behind looked just like him.
“It was them, the wine is theirs!” The leading Cave Titan pointed at Little Yellow Dragon.
The rest of the Cave Titans dropped their various ‘weapons’ in hurry, and wailed: “We surrender, your wine is delicious, we surrender to you.”
After speaking, the Cave Titans blinked, completely baffled by the situation. They saw Bamos and his men being tied up and led away.
Apparently, the Undead Guards of Iron Sand City had also lost their command and entered a dazed stage: What am I doing here… and dispersed one after another, leaving Ange and his team with a giant iron ball in the square.
“Is… is it over? Do… do we still need to surrender?” The Cave Titan carrying the bellows asked blankly.
“Surrender, surrender! Without surrendering, where else can we taste such good wine? Lord Little Yellow Dragon, we surrender! We, Cave Titans, are loyal to you.” The leading Titan rubbed his hands anxiously, asking: “Lord, do you have more of that wine? We only had a small sip, didn’t savor the taste.”
“We do have more, but we don’t need your loyalty, why should we give you more? Just have a taste, don’t overthink it,” Negris said while beckoning Silver Coin over.
“But… but…” Worry was painted on the Titan’s face.
Wasn’t it wrong? The Cave Titans should be valuable since they can mine, forge, and their craftsmanship was excellent, their loyalty impeccable. Only fine wine can make them surrender.
Many forces dream of earning the loyalty of a group of Cave Titans. Why would you refuse such an opportunity?
The heavily impacted Cave Titans could barely utter a word when Silver Coin timely intervened, cordially saying: “This rice dew wine requires a hundred-year-old pure rice, dust from the dawn of summer, plus bee-collected honey. All brewed for three years, aged for ten years. Availability is very sparse and the price is particularly expensive…”
Watching the Cave Titans’ changing color, Silver Coin switched the tactic: “We also have a slightly cheaper one, the Moon Grass Barley Wine with a lighter flavor, and there is also Beetroot Wine, which can intoxicate dwarfs. Would you like to try?”
Ange and the others are no longer listening. Having been hoodwinked by Silver Coin, these Cave Titans might have to sell themselves just to get a taste of the good wine.
Early the next morning, Neiwen came to say goodbye.
“What? You’re leaving?” Negris asked in surprise.
“Yes, we need to patrol other cities, preventing rebels like Bamos from appearing. His charges have been submitted to the Council of the Undead. Normally, there will be a judgment within a month, at which time we’ll need your help in carrying out the sentence,” Nevin said, tapping his chest sincerely.
“Er, no, no, no. I meant, what’s going to happen with Iron Sand City? Are you not concerned anymore?” Negris asked, surprised.
Nevin scratched his head and said shyly, “We only know how to fight, not manage cities. The order of the city should be maintained by your Undead Guards. We’re leaving this city in your hands.”
As if he had just thrown away a hot potato, Nevin immediately leapt into action, mounted his Bone Dragon, and hurried away.
Negris was stunned. It wasn’t a question of whether they could manage the city or not. Was the city just being handed over to them like this?
Seeing the departing figures, a baffled Silver Coin, who had been busy, asked, “They fled? Have they paid the management fee?”
“Huh? Management fee? They’ve given the city to us, and they still have to pay a management fee?”
“Of course. Otherwise, aren’t we working for free? Even if we collect it ourselves, we should know the tax rate and division ratio. Never mind, I’ll ask someone.” Realizing it was futile to discuss such matters with Negris, Silver Coin went straight to jail to interrogate Bamos.
Not long after Silver Coin left, Durken came to report to Ange, “My lord, we’ve struck it rich. This place is not just an iron mine, it’s also a Crystal Mithril Companion Mine. I’ve already found a room full of Mithril ingots, at least two tons.”
“Whoa! Two tons?” Negris was hearing for the first time that Mithril could be measured in tons. In the past, it was always measured in grams, and it was not often that it was measured in kilograms.
Ange just nodded, casually playing with a flowerpot, looking at the little sapling inside. What’s the use of ten tons of Mithril? It can’t be used to grow vegetables.
Durken knew it would be like this. Clearing his throat, he continued his report, “I also found sixty barrels of rubber tree varnish. We can start making transparent cloth.”
Ange looked up, finally showing some interest.
“There are also thirty assembly harvester machines. I heard from the Cave Titans that these machines can be used for sowing, plowing, and harvesting. The only downside is they can’t be used in the mountains. I was thinking, maybe we should transport them to Northern Wind City? The irrigation areas adjusted after your dam project would be perfect for these machines to work, right?” Durken suggested.
Ange was excited and nodded ruefully.
Durken sighed in relief. Luckily, they had found something to interest Ange, making the expedition worthwhile.
Just as he was about to continue, the little sapling in the flowerpot suddenly emitted a strong message: Ya —— Ya —— Ya ——
A strong life force burst forth from the little sapling. The little bud on its head slowly bloomed, revealing the size of a finger-sized vibrant flower, but it quickly wilted in less than a second.
The flower core quickly enlarged, formed a fruit, matured rapidly, and then fell down.
Ange caught it in his hand.
The little sapling sent out an enthusiastic message: Plant —— it —— Plant —— it ——
Plant? Where should I plant? Ange was somewhat at a loss. Looking around, should he plant it near this barren iron mine mountain? Where should he plant it? He hadn’t compared before, so he didn’t know.
For the first time, Ange didn’t know what to do when it came to planting something.
A commotion suddenly erupted in the direction of the city gate. Ange looked over and immediately sensed a powerful presence rapidly approaching.
Someone broke in. Of course, the surrounding guards didn’t show any courtesy and surged forward.
However, with a wave of scattered limbs, a Tree Herder burst through the skeleton crowd energetically, his waist practically swirling. He broke through the encirclement with a twist and a twist.
