Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 812 - 537 Grounding Price Increase_2

Chapter 812: Chapter 537 Grounding Price Increase_2

With the sights and sounds of the past few days within the Conqueror Army, Grace only felt a constant flutter of trepidation in her heart, fearing that if she could not persuade them to spare Efanso,

the sky here might as well change, and they would belong to the part that was replaced.

Merely a dozen or so meters out of the main tent, Grace’s eyes involuntarily narrowed, a dangerous gleam inside them. She was led by a female mage, and two familiar figures were approaching in the direction of the tent.

These two were none other than Efanso’s Rebel Army Avengers’ leaders, Yeshandalah and Fan Ruina.

Grace had long known that both these old rivals were also within the Conqueror Army, but they had never met face-to-face, and they had been deliberately kept apart.

And at such a time, a sudden encounter facilitated a face-to-face meeting.

It was undoubtedly not a mistake on the part of the Conqueror Army, but a deliberate arrangement.

Grace couldn’t help but internally applaud their tactic. By doing so, the Conqueror Army turned itself into a precious commodity. It was no longer a matter of which side they leaned towards, but they needed to ensure it did not side with the other.

It was an undisguised conspiracy, hard to break.

Sometimes, the key to breaking a situation isn’t on oneself, but lies in the opponent’s blunders.

Grace’s mind worked very quickly, and in a moment she understood the linchpin, and smiling broadly, she greeted her opponents, "Ladies, long time no see, all well I hope. I wonder, Ms. Yeshandalah, has your wound healed? The corpse poison on Lord Agasha, which is meticulously prepared by Teacher Arms, cannot be solved by ordinary detoxification spells or recovery techniques. As long as you disband the Avengers, I guarantee the teacher would gladly offer the antidote."

Grace’s words were clearly feigning ignorance, intending to provoke them.

The woman named Yeshandalah was not only green all over, but her face bore a terrifying claw mark that stretched from her right eyebrow to her left lip, deep enough to expose the bone, turned greenish-black, even oozing foul-smelling juice.

Such a terrifying sight could discourage the timid from looking directly.

Yet, this person also possessed a devil-like figure, her legs were long but not thin, her waist was slender just as the slim beauty Grace, but her fuller upper body was something she could not match, proudly thrusting upward.

But the more so, the greater the mental shock when one’s gaze fell upon her horrifying face.

Yeshandalah remained unmoved; however, the young girl named Fan Ruina by her side was suddenly furious, instinctively reaching behind for her bow but grabbing nothing.

Only then did she remember that out of respect, they had voluntarily disarmed their main weapons within the Conqueror Army.

But having no weapon was no big deal, she still had her hands and feet. In terms of close combat, she, a Quasi-Legendary Ranger, was definitely stronger than a Necromancer. Killing her would take mere moments.

But she was firmly grabbed by a hand strong as iron tongs, who else could it be but Yeshandalah. The woman with a devil-like figure and face as terrifying as a Demon shook her head, "Don’t forget her nickname, when the Death Viper begins to hiss, it surely entails conspiracy. She is deliberately angering us to make us act irrationally, thereby offending our host here.

This also fully illustrates her insecurity; she hasn’t gotten what she wanted here.

But as long as we convince the host here to acknowledge our just cause, it will be the best counterattack against her and her master. Don’t lose sight of the big picture over small matters."

Yeshandalah was educating Fan Ruina, but it was also a counterattack on Grace, indicating that she saw through her schemes.

However, Grace wasn’t overly disappointed at having her plans exposed, and she responded indifferently, "Ms. Yeshandalah, as confident as ever. Be careful, such confidence might lead to your downfall. Next time, you may not be so lucky. I wish you success in advance while I’m here."

"No need for your wishes, I will succeed," a confidence emanating from within filled Yeshandalah.

"Heh," Grace scoffed coldly, "Not everyone buys your pseudo-justice talk, those are just your wishful thoughts, imposing your will on others."

"It’s not us imposing our will on others, but rather you! The people of Efanso harbor only repressed anger and fear towards you, not genuine respect..."

Seeing signs of a heated argument brewing right there, Veranika kindly interjected, "Ladies, Lord is still waiting for you!"

This encounter was indeed carefully arranged by her, but drawing a line was wise; they could never really let them fight here as it wouldn’t suit the interests of the Conqueror Army.

"Please continue leading the way, Miss," Yeshandalah relented smoothly, abandoning verbal disputes. After all, arguing back and forth was just rehashing old arguments.

If words really made a difference, they wouldn’t have resorted to arms.

Once a conspiracy is exposed, it becomes worthless.

As an expert in plotting, Grace was clearly aware of this, no longer making futile attempts, and she stepped aside, letting them pass, but the smile on her delicate face was infuriating, especially to the hot-tempered Fan Ruina. If not for Yeshandalah still holding her hand, she might have thrown a punch already.