Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 811 - 537: Jacking Up the Price While Sitting on the Ground

Chapter 811: Chapter 537: Jacking Up the Price While Sitting on the Ground

Grace immediately retorted, "It’s not the dead ruling over the living, but rather the living and the dead sharing a common lord. Teacher Arms uses the dead to protect the living. He didn’t seize control of Efanso by force; instead, the living of Efanso elected him. As for the will of the gods, had the gods not allowed Teacher Arms to do so, they would have already sent down divine punishment. You’re merely voicing your own opinions in the name of the gods. You’re the true Blasphemer."

Her rebuttal was not only clear and logical but also a counterstrike that took swipes at Veranika’s faith.

Veranika didn’t fall into her argumentative trap to dispute matters of faith but continued to bite down hard on their governance issue, "Don’t beautify yourselves. When the entire city is surrounded by the Undead, those living humans have no choice but to elect you in order to avoid being turned into Undead."

The primary significance of their dispute was the need to establish legitimacy.

As long as they could deny the legitimacy and reasonableness of the ruling, the Conqueror Army’s attack on Efanso would be considered a righteous cause, not simply for conquest and aggression, and it would not easily face joint resistance from other cities.

"This kind of matter is unprovable by words alone. You could all directly visit Efanso to see for yourselves. It is currently the city with the lowest crime rate on the entire Giant Dragon Coast. We have driven all the bandits, slave traders, assassins, and cultists out of the city," Grace said with pride. "Look around at all the cities of the Giant Dragon Coast. Of those ruled by the living, which one has managed to achieve this? The ones ruling them are a collection of bandits, slave traders, assassins, or cultists. They’re the ones who need saving."

Although Grace was continuously singing her own praises, she inadvertently revealed her evil alignment. For the safety of Efanso, she didn’t mind selling out other cities.

Gaven waved his hand dismissively at Veranika, indicating there was no need to continue this kind of verbal dispute, and asked, "The trade you just mentioned, what trade are you referring to?"

They could never argue out a result for this matter, because each believed they were in the right.

What mattered most was that they hadn’t fully decided on their strategy for Efanso; they were merely in the preliminary stages of contact.

When it came down to finalizing military strategy, they could manufacture legitimacy even if it didn’t exist.

It would be better to first see what conditions the other party would offer.

After all is said and done, it ultimately comes down to interests.

"We are willing to purchase ordinary Troll Corpses from your hands at the price of two thousand Gold Coins each, and those special Noble Giant Troll corpses from the Giant Plains at twenty thousand Gold Coins each. For Demon and monster corpses, we can offer a price ranging from ten Gold Coins to a thousand Gold Coins each," Grace offered neatly with her first proposition.

This trade didn’t surprise Gaven. For ordinary people, those corpses were just a pile of trouble, mishandle them and you could end up with a barrage of corpse transformations.

To a Necromancer, they were precious resources, the more powerful the corpse, the higher its value.

They likely weren’t buying Troll corpses to produce alchemical potions but to create unique and powerful undead Trolls.

The price was twice as high as the one offered by Lord Raymond. Although the resulting alchemy products could sell for more, having to share profits with Raymond and engage in the laborious commercial operations of production and sales made it less convenient than simply selling the corpses.

Gaven shook his head without hesitation, "Sorry, we cannot engage in this trade with you. Not to mention that we’ve already processed those corpses on site, even if we hadn’t, we would not enter such a trade with you."

There is some money that can be earned and some that should not, no matter how easily it appears to be picked up. Trading corpses with a Necromancer belongs in the latter category.

Such a trade would mark one as evil, and clearing one’s name afterward would be exceedingly difficult.

"That’s a pity," Grace said with an ostensibly regretful expression. "Another proposal we have is for you not to be misled by those so-called Avengers into harboring animosity towards Efanso.

As long as your army keeps its distance from Efanso, we will open our gates wide, allowing you to send small groups into the city to recruit volunteers willing to migrate and join your forces. When you set off, we will also gift you with a million in supplies to aid your smooth passage to your destination."

This proposal couldn’t be called a trade; it was entirely a one-sided offer of benefits with one goal in mind: to keep the Conqueror Army from attacking Efanso.

"Do you have anything else?" Gaven continued.

"For the time being, that’s all. If you have any other needs or suggestions, feel free to mention them for discussion. I have come with ample sincerity," Grace answered respectfully.

"I’ve certainly felt the sincerity of Lord Arms, and I’ll give it careful consideration. For now, you should go rest, and I’ll give you a response later," Gaven indicated with a nod to Veranika.

Grace could only stand and take her leave, realizing this Conqueror was not only younger but also more challenging than she had envisaged.

Cool-headed and impervious throughout.

She hadn’t been able to glean anything useful from him, not a promise, nor could she grasp his real thoughts. Even her own unique Special Ability had sunk without a trace, completely manipulated by him.

His illustrious reputation was no fluke; it was built on genuine, substantial knowledge and skill.