Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1334 - Chapter 1334 Chapter 895 Is this a lizard scale

Chapter 1334: Chapter 895: Is this a lizard scale? Chapter 1334: Chapter 895: Is this a lizard scale? The Phili Mercenary Group was a small, intermediate-level mercenary group, with only six or seven core members. The leader, Phili, was a high-level swordfighter, and the rest were intermediate swordfighters, along with a mage.

Of course, on the surface, it was a mercenary group, but in reality, it was the enemy’s henchmen. During several crises faced by the Commerce Guild, this Phili Group was always at the forefront, much to the chagrin of Silver Ingot.

Now, those whom he loathed so deeply lay twisted and sprawled on the ground, their fates unknown, except for one mage. You could say the Phili Group had been wiped out.

When employing teleportation, mages generally stayed at the back, waiting for the swordfighters to clear out the enemies and establish a safe area before following suit. Otherwise, if they were ambushed, the mage would be an easy target.

However, without the swordfighters clearing the enemies, the mage didn’t dare teleport.

Thinking of this, Silver Ingot’s gaze turned to the bone staff in Little Bone’s hand. The bone staff looked ordinary and seemingly harmless, so it wasn’t because of the staff. Could it be the skeleton’s own strength?

Indeed, befitting of someone on par with my ancestor, Lord Little Bone.

Gangya was also surprised by the sudden appearance of this paladin but, as a bodyguard, he noticed some details. Little Bone had seized the moment during the enemy’s teleportation, striking from the blinding light, choosing his timing in a rather cunning way.

Teleportation had always been a dangerous offensive tactic. The Phili Mercenary Group had clearly been too careless. For one thing, they had learned about the situation from a traitor, and secondly, the teleportation scroll was also activated by the traitor. They probably thought it was safe here.

But no matter how you looked at it, to be knocked out right after teleporting was very sneaky, not at all like those paladins who pride themselves on being outright loyal and honorable.

Gangya hurried to Silver Ingot’s side and asked, “Lord, who is this paladin? What happened? And the summoner’s skeleton? The…the treasure?”

When he spoke of the treasure, Gangya couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat and choked up.

Silver Ingot had lost all ideas about the treasure because, at the moment the entire palace started to vanish, he realized that all the treasures and beauties had been illusions, a test of manifestation:

“It’s the siren’s song, an illusion, fake… As for this lord…” Silver Ingot hesitated a little, then said with some uncertainty, “He is a companion of my ancestor, Old Chairman Silver Coin.”

“Wha–Companion of Old Chairman Silver Coin? Didn’t you say you are the one-hundred and twentieth descendant of Old Chairman Silver Coin? Even if we count a generation every twenty years, that was more than two thousand four hundred years ago. This person is a companion of the old chairman?” Gangya’s eyes widened in disbelief.

If it were the Undead, it could be possible, but this was a paladin, who couldn’t possibly be Undead. Besides, the Undead have their own Black Knights.

Not being an Undead, what kind of being could live for more than two thousand four hundred years?

Silver Ingot said somewhat embarrassedly, “We goblins marry quite late; my ancestor Silver Coin passed away three thousand years ago.”

Gangya felt like spitting blood. He was shocked by what race could live more than two thousand years, but Silver Ingot was fixated on the late marriages of goblins? If it weren’t for him being his boss, he would’ve smacked him in the head.

“And the summoner’s skeleton?” Gangya asked again.

Silver Ingot hesitated, then whispered, “Don’t ask.”

Gangya quickly pursed his lips and nodded rapidly.

As a qualified bodyguard, he knew what should and should not be asked. If the boss tells you not to ask, you don’t ask.

This situation didn’t mean that the boss didn’t trust you, but there were limitations of status and identity. Knowing what you shouldn’t know only made it easier to attract trouble.

Like he’d heard of a viscount’s bodyguard who went prying into things he shouldn’t have, only to find out about an affair between the viscount’s wife and an earl. When he reported it to the viscount, the viscount, not daring to provoke the earl and fearing the scandal, had the bodyguard executed.

Sometimes the boss doesn’t allow you to ask certain questions, possibly to protect you.

However, Ange didn’t forbid questions to protect him, but rather because he didn’t know how to explain it. Should he say, “This skeleton was the companion of my ancestor, and it even inherited the crafty merchant’s treasure vault?”

This was actually Ange’s most troubling issue. A random skeleton he had hired on the road had inherited the treasure vault left behind by his ancestor. What was he supposed to do? Should he rise in fury and snatch back the Holy Armor?

Don’t even think about it. How could a Goblin Merchant do such a thing? Merchants have to abide by rules, snatching something legally inherited from someone else is not something a merchant should do, and besides, he couldn’t beat them anyway.

Ah no no no, even if he could snatch it, he wouldn’t–the Goblin Merchant does not commit robbery. The real question now is, is Little Bone’s inheritance legal?

“Legal, because it holds a Dragon Pattern Steel Core Coin. The Commerce Guild originally belonged to it, which means that even if my ancestor, Silver Coin, was here, he would just be managing the Commerce Guild for their family. Okay, then. I meant to hire a guardian but ended up recruiting the boss himself,” Ange muttered with a wry smile.

In fact, Ange had already seen this issue of ownership mentioned in the family teachings. The Silver Coin family was merely the manager of the Silver Chamber of Commerce. Everything in this world belongs to: the joint master of the Dark Origin and Abyss Origin, the King of all Ancient Gods from the Void, Knowledge, Agriculture, Harvest and Beauty, Equality and Justice, War and Peace… the Administrator of God’s Power, the Void Rule Reverser… all belonging to Lord Ange of the Time Origin.

Just the titles alone took up a whole page. Originally, Ange had dismissed it as nonsense; the Silver Chamber of Commerce had been managed by his family for three thousand years, how could it belong to someone else?

But now, he found it really did belong to someone else, and even the ancestor’s treasure vault acknowledged it, which was quite embarrassing.

He wouldn’t dare to go against such legality, especially since he couldn’t beat them anyway, so he could only change his thinking.

Ange approached Little Bone and said, “Lord Little Bone, now that you have inherited the Silver Chamber of Commerce, how do you plan to handle your Commerce Guild?”

‘Your Commerce Guild,’ Ange stressed the words with his tone.

My Commerce Guild? Little Bone tilted his head.

“Oh, it’s like this. I’ll report the current situation to you. The Silver Chamber of Commerce has been practically bankrupt due to continuous suppression by Duke Lyon. Right now, aside from some fixed assets, all the liquid assets are in the carriage. Liabilities exceed assets, and there is a large loan due in a month that amounts to six hundred thousand Demon Crystals. If we can’t settle it…”

Ange wanted to explain the situation of the Silver Chamber of Commerce in detail, but Little Bone inexplicably said, “We’ve arrived.”

Then he quickly mounted the horse, leading another horse carrying the skeleton of a Two-Legged Bird, and ran off.

Originally, he could have fled on the Big Bird, but as soon as they entered the Dark side where the Sun couldn’t shine, the Big Bird immediately fell apart. Thankfully, there were enough horses left by the sand thieves to carry it in.

Ange and Gangya looked at each other in disbelief: “He ran off? What does he mean by ‘we’ve arrived’?”

“Perhaps he’s saying the task is complete, that he’s delivered you to your destination? So he ran off?” Gangya guessed.

“This… this… isn’t he interested in the final payment?” Ange ‘this’ed for quite a while before finally blurting out that sentence.

Gangya helplessly said, “What final payment does he need when he’s taken away your treasure vault?”

Ange shook his head: “There was only one piece of armor in the treasure vault, nothing else. If it’s gone, it’s gone, but… he ran off?”

Ange truly couldn’t understand. Wasn’t this an individual on par with his ancestors? Why would he run off? Was this the behavior of a person of high stature?

Just as he was pondering, Little Bone rode back again, pulling out a thumb-sized brass scale and handing it to him, saying, “Find it.” Then he left again.

“Find it? How? It’s so small. Is this a lizard scale?”