Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1206 - Chapter 1206 Chapter 770 You Insult Me

Chapter 1206: Chapter 770 You Insult Me! Chapter 1206: Chapter 770 You Insult Me! Who knew silver coins could get so angry? In a rage, he said, “Robbery? Are you insulting me? You are the one insulting me! If I were to rob you, I’d have to beat you up first, but I just have to sit right here, and you’ll bring the goods right to my doorstep. I’m a fraudster, why would I need to go out and rob?”

“That pisses me off, you insult me, and now I’m raising the price by twenty percent. Do you agree or not? If not, I’m leaving,” said Silver Coin, as if he really was insulted by Abyssal Big Mouth, which left the latter somewhat perplexed.

“I… you… but these items are exclusively available from me, you won’t find them anywhere else,” stumbled Abyssal Big Mouth, finally managing to come up with a retort after a moment of confusion.

Silver Coin ran back to Ange, quietly asked for a few items, and then ran back.

“It’s just compressed space, see if it’s this kind?” Silver Coin pulled out a sealed compressed space and continued, “Although it’s much smaller than yours, I have several of them.”

While talking, he pulled out five or six compressed spaces.

“Hole Bug’s compressed space, that’s all? Do you really think we don’t have the other two types? How about a bet? If I have them, the price goes up another twenty percent; if not, it drops by twenty percent. Want to bet? There are only two items left, even if I lose on both, I’d only raise the price by another forty percent at most,” Silver Coin said with a smile.

“You… you… I… I…” Abyssal Big Mouth had never been so conflicted in his life, and even more surprisingly, he actually compromised in the end, “No bet, we’ll go with your price.”

“Okay, let’s draft a tentative agreement, and then I’ll go back and report for approval. If Lord agrees, we can make the trade,” Silver Coin said.

“What? You can’t decide on your own? Then what’s all this talking here about? Are you scamming me?” Abyssal Big Mouth raged.

Silver Coin gave a slight smile, calmly replied, “My dear client, you must be joking. As a formal organization like the Silver Chamber of Commerce, we naturally need proper procedures, intentions, contracts, and notarization. How can we just casually do business? We’re not some roadside stall, are you a roadside stall?”

“I… I…” Abyssal Big Mouth, who barely understood business, was taken aback by Silver Coin’s fluent rebuttal.

Silver Coin smiled and bowed, “Please wait a moment.”

Then he returned to the group and reported, “It’s a bit odd; he actually wants ten thousand tons of Elf Beans. What does he want Elf Beans for? He wants to trade those three items for ten thousand tons of Elf Beans, should we make the trade? I only know frozen space, and just that is worth more than ten thousand tons of Elf Beans. If the other two are half as valuable as the frozen space, then we’ll have made a fortune.”

No one questioned the God of Fraudsters’ pricing of goods. As long as goods were in circulation, they had their value, and Silver Coin could price them as he got the same goods for that price.

“Elf Beans? What does he want Elf Beans for, especially in such a large quantity? He doesn’t eat them; ten thousand tons of Elf Beans could feed tens of millions of people,” Negris asked in surprise.

Silver Coin shook his head, “He wouldn’t tell, but I prodded a bit; it seems to be for ‘a group’ to eat, not ‘an individual’.”

“Could it be that he’s raising a bunch of Abyssal Small Mouths?” Negris wondered aloud.

When they were all baffled, Ange suddenly said, “The door, it’s inside.”

“Door? What door?” Negris didn’t understand what he meant.

Ange replied, “Dark Wing, during battle, summoning doors.”

Then Negris suddenly remembered. Ange had indeed opened up a rift during his battle with Dark Wing, but he had been too far away to pay much attention to the rift.

Anthony was left speechless, “Will a Primordial God gain great power just by eating some Elf Beans? Is it still a Primordial God then? Sell, why wouldn’t we sell? Just the Frozen Space alone could greatly enhance our abilities, and this thing of theirs is even bigger; it should be able to store a larger luminous spot. I don’t recognize the other two items, but being mentioned alongside Frozen Space, they must also be equally high-grade goods.”

Having finished their discussion, the silver coins flew back, gathered up eight thousand tons of Elf Beans and exchanged them for the three items.

Abyssal Big Mouth glared at the silver coins angrily, reluctantly jumped into the pile of Elf Beans, and a force slowly began to strengthen centered around his clone, eventually tearing open a void and sucking in all the Elf Beans.

“Why isn’t it ten thousand tons? Why only eight thousand?” Negris asked puzzled.

The silver coin replied, “He insulted me, said I was a robber, so I raised the price by twenty percent.”

“Ah, you’re serious?” Negris was startled, thinking it was a joke. Just a word and the price went up by twenty percent; no wonder Abyssal Big Mouth called him a God of Fraudsters.

The silver coin continued, “Could I be joking? This is about business credibility, said a price hike would be a price hike. He won’t find another supplier with such a large quantity elsewhere; this is monopolistic business.”

Negris moved past this topic; the silver coin was usually easy to talk to, but when it came to business, credibility, and profit, the silver coin became difficult to deal with. He could make you doubt your life choices; even deceiving Abyssal Big Mouth — didn’t you see the look in Big Mouth’s eyes before he left? He definitely won’t forget the silver coin.

Turning to Ange, Negris asked, “Have you figured out what these are?”

The three items had already reached Ange’s hands–a bottle sealed with compressed space, which Ange had already put away, leaving only a bead and a sculpture on his hands.

Ange nodded, pointing to the bead and said, “Swallowed Barrier.”

“Hisss–a barrier?” Negris gasped in surprise. Although he didn’t know what a Swallowed Barrier was, he had seen an absolute barrier, which was used to seal the luminous points in half of space.

An absolute barrier that Ange had tried his hardest to break with hundreds of punches and failed–could the Swallowed Barrier be of this caliber?

It might be, considering it came from Abyssal Big Mouth. Just like when a Hole Bug casually solidified space, which could transform into an absolute barrier, these items casually made by Primordial Gods were treasures to other creatures, even to other Ancient Gods.

Ange nodded and said, “Absorbing power, can block the same level of strength.”

Without waiting for Negris to translate, he instantly transformed into the Dragon God, solidified the space, and then activated the Holy Light missile with all his strength.

In the state of the Dragon God, Ange could launch over a hundred Holy Light missiles in one second, and he could maintain the transformation continuously. So, an hour later, Ange had fired three hundred and sixty thousand Holy Light Missiles, finally reaching his limit before instantly releasing them, all bombarding the dark bead.

The dark bead instantly turned into a huge sphere, no longer pitch-black but constantly flashing with electrical sparks.

Finally, Ange turned to Anthony and said, “For you, it can block, that many, missiles.”

Anthony nodded gratefully, “Thank you, my Lord. Glory to all, all to You.” Then he released his Divine Soul and stepped into the sphere.

Although Ange had put it very briefly, Anthony understood without needing Negris to translate–that three hundred and sixty thousand Holy Light Missiles didn’t mean it could withstand three hundred and sixty thousand strikes, but the overall energy intensity contained in those three hundred and sixty thousand missiles.

From the burst of intensity that had just been unleashed, it was apparent that this was already stronger than a full strike from many Ancient Gods, perhaps even stronger than the full strike of the World-destroying Starfire.

Negris glanced enviously at Anthony; that Death God’s Staff was damn lucky. Ange was quite generous, he wouldn’t hide suitable items, but it was rare to find things that suit everyone.

This instant injury-defensive barrier was perfect for Anthony; having a barrier was like having an extra life. Even if there were no time to shout for help, it might first withstand a wave.

But for Negris, it was useless; he always moved with clones, and even if one were destroyed, it was just one fewer shell.

After his brief envy, Negris focused his attention on the last sculpture–what kind of treasure could this be?