Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 874 - 485 Wheres the hair_2

Chapter 874: Chapter 485 Where’s the hair?_2

Chapter 874: Chapter 485 Where’s the hair?_2

Negris floated over curiously and asked with his mind, “Is there a limit to control? How do you know where the limit is?”

There was no air in the void, so no sound could be made, and Negris could only communicate through thoughts, plus he was still holding his breath.

“Let me think about how to describe it. It’s like stretching out your arm, and as you stretch, you begin to feel you can’t stretch any further. The limit is there. As I expand my form now, the edges start to become sluggish,” Tom explained.

Negris stretched out his short little arms and, cursing under his breath, flew back, “That limit is way too short.”

Two divine realms of pure water floated there, Tom’s power had been greatly enhanced, yet Lorca was nowhere to be seen. Had the bait failed to catch the ‘fish’?

Within the Starburst Array, Lorca, now balled up into a large water sphere and radiating a sense of loss, affected the surrounding dozens of meters, “I’m not pure anymore… I’m never going out again…”

…

Failure, Lord Ange had gone through the trouble of fishing for once, only to catch nothing, inadvertently benefiting Tom.

Back in Godfall Town, Silver Coin had already been waiting there for half a day.

“My lord, do you remember the wealthy lady, Lucidia? She has come to me again, hoping I can provide her with an alchemical item that can carry a soul, preferably a Life Box. She’s willing to pay twenty million Demon Crystals for it,” said Silver Coin.

Ange cocked his head.

Everyone was already quite familiar with some of Ange’s mannerisms, like tilting his head, which in different situations could express different meanings, sometimes curiosity, sometimes inquiry.

At the moment, he probably meant, ‘Why are you asking me?’

Silver Coin smoothly turned to Negris, knowing that Ange was not interested and that ultimately it would have to be discussed with Negris.

But while Ange may not be interested, Silver Coin couldn’t bypass him and go make arrangements with Negris on his own, especially when facing such an innocent Master God like Ange, it was even more inappropriate to do so.

There were many intricacies involved, but they were all sharp as tacks and never overstepped the boundaries. Haven’t you noticed how Anthony often comes to Ange to report on work, knowing full well Ange isn’t interested, yet he still reports?

Negris couldn’t help but comment, “Twenty million Demon Crystals? Is there inflation? Why do I feel like Demon Crystals are becoming less and less valuable? What’s the background of this Lucidia? She just casually throws out tens of millions? She also spent ten million on the Elf Magic Armor last time.”

Silver Coin was the real master angler; the bait he left had Lucidia sitting on pins and needles until she came looking for him, wanting to order a full set of armor to match the sword she had.

This was all too easy; with a set of Elf Holy Armor, which was both light and delicate, full of Elven aesthetics and craftsmanship, and as exquisitely crafted as a piece of art, he captured Lucidia’s love. She paid so quickly and readily.

When paying, she didn’t even test if the armor and sword were a match, because armor that was so stunningly beautiful didn’t need to match the sword; if it didn’t fit, she could just change the sword.

Look, that’s the mindset of a big client.

First, she spent over ten million, and now she’s ready to spend another twenty million. Demon Crystals aren’t as fast-growing as vegetables; can she just harvest and grow another batch?

Silver Coin explained, “Her family owns a mine, they have a very large Demon Crystal Mine, producing several tens of millions of Demon Crystals a year, along with a good amount of Mithril, Fine Gold, and Demon Long Stone.”

“With her capabilities, can she really secure a mine in her possession?” Negris asked in surprise.

“It used to be possible. I’ve studied the history here; it was a combination of feudalism and city-state system. As long as she didn’t provoke the Empire, even if she lay paralyzed in bed, as long as she could raise the Undead Scepter, she could secure her family’s business,” Silver Coin said.

Negris quickly caught the key point, “Used to?”

Silver Coin replied with a bitter smile, “Of course, not anymore. The Undead Scepter doesn’t work, and even if it did, the Sorcerer Alliance wouldn’t let her use it. Powers with strategic resources can’t fall into enemy hands, so her family is now a target for both the Sorcerer Alliance and the Empire to fight over and restrict.”

“It sounds complicated, what should we do?” Negris asked with a headache.

“Of course it’s about strengthening my own power—the greater the power I have, the more say I will have, and no one can easily take everything away from me. Her grandfather is an Arcane Magician and can still hold the scene for now, but the information I collected from the House of the Deceased indicates that her grandfather’s health isn’t too good. She’s looking for a Life Box, probably wanting to use it for her grandfather,” said the silver coin.

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“Is the Life Box that rare? Worth twenty million Demon Crystals?” Negris asked, puzzled.

He looked at Durken, who easily crafted three or four of them, even providing one for his avatar. It shouldn’t be too difficult, should it? Could it be worth twenty million Demon Crystals?

The silver coin chuckled bitterly, “Lord Negris, that’s like a noble unaware of the commoner’s suffering, asking why the commoner loves to endure hardship. What level is Lord Durken? He’s the King of Alchemy. Of course, it’s easy for him to craft a Life Box, but without his materials, even Lord Durken can’t conjure a Life Box out of thin air.”

“Are the materials that hard to come by?” Negris hadn’t really paid attention. He was the God of Knowledge, not the God of Alchemy. He knew the principles of a Life Box, but was unclear about its materials.

“Extremely difficult. Many are exclusive products of the death world, such as Soul Moss, Soul Calming Grass, Liquid of Rest, Breathing Soil, and bone dust above silver grade, as well as Breath Ash. Take the Breath Ash, for example; it requires a powerful soul to breathe upon the Breathing Soil, and the resultant speck of ash that forms—how could ordinary people get their hands on it?” the silver coin explained.

Ange, who was idly sticking his hand into the Temple of Rest to plant vegetables, overheard this and scooped up a handful of Breathing Soil. He blew on it firmly, and the surface of the soil quickly developed a layer of ash-like flakes.

“Right, right, that’s the stuff. Can you imagine how hard it would be for ordinary people to get this? Unless they pledge allegiance to the Empire, but if they do, they lose their neutrality,” continued the silver coin.

“With his family situation, they’d definitely be targeted by the Sorcerer Alliance. If they can’t handle the Empire, how can they deal with them? So they must remain neutral,” the silver coin went on.

Still puzzled, Negris said, “Then why is she still looking for a Life Box everywhere? Isn’t she afraid of the Sorcerer Alliance finding out, thinking her family wants to join the Undead Empire?”

“That’s why I think she must be desperately praying for a cure, quietly seeking me out on her own. Her family probably doesn’t even know; otherwise, they wouldn’t let her be so reckless. Even when she approached me, she wasn’t really hopeful, trying to test me with ‘alchemical items that carry souls,'” said the silver coin.

“Haha, so that’s how it is. I can just imagine her face when you said you could get a Life Box—her jaw must have dropped, right?” Negris said gleefully.

How much money he made didn’t actually matter to him; after all, it wasn’t for him. What truly excited him was the prospect of making someone’s jaw drop.

“Then come on, hurry up, let’s get Durken to craft a Life Box to sell to her,” Negris suggested.

The silver coin scratched his head, “I initially thought so too, but Lord Anthony advised against it. Dealing with such a resource-controlling power isn’t good no matter which side they fall on. We can’t guarantee that his reincarnation won’t be discovered, so a better solution is to create a new body for him, to let him live longer.”

“Create a new body? Like Anthony did?” Negris asked.

“Yes, that’s the power of Holy Light. Also, we might ask him if he could convert to the God of Balance, but for that, we’ll need Lord Ange to step in,” the silver coin said.

“Ah, I see, that’s Anthony’s goal. It’s not good to lean towards either side, but shifting to a third party, the God of Balance, is best. Good lord, he’s already planning to compete for manpower, huh?” Negris suddenly realized.

After discussing and seeking Ange’s opinion, what opinions could Ange have? So long as it didn’t interfere with his farming, just cultivating a new body, he had plenty of Essence Liquid now.

But to gain the other party’s trust, they’d need to grow two new bodies. The silver coin went off to get materials from Lucidia, needing some hair, nails, or flesh to cultivate a new body.

The silver coin returned shortly, his face covered with a large handprint.

“What’s this?” Asked Negris, baffled.

Crying and laughing, the silver coin said, “I went to her and said: ‘Lucidia, I have a better way, just give me one hair, I…’ and she just inexplicably slapped me.”

Negris burst into laughter, “Pfft, asking a lady for her hair is indeed not very appropriate. So… did you get the hair?”

“I got it,” the silver coin handed over a tuft of golden hair.

“Uh, whose hair?” Negris didn’t take it but decided to ask first.

“Oh, it’s from her pet, a golden hopping rabbit.”