Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1484 - 1045: Even Undead Have Spiritual Needs

Chapter 1484: Chapter 1045: Even Undead Have Spiritual Needs

Anthony smiled kindly at the Sacrificial Mask and said, "We are not human."

Durken shoved his face away with disdain and said, "Don’t talk to me like that, it feels so creepy."

"With it on your face, who else would I talk to if not you?"

"Then can’t you just talk normally? Why act so ’kindly’? Don’t you think lines like ’we are not human’ sound super creepy?" Durken said.

Anthony thought for a moment and awkwardly admitted, "You’re right, it does feel like I’m flirting with a maiden. Ugh~~"

Anthony and Durken involuntarily shuddered, their skin crawling from goosebumps.

Quick to change the subject, Anthony turned to Ange and asked, "Lord, should we summon Silver Coin? There’s still some economic activity going on here. Where there’s economic activity, there’s room for Silver Coin’s talents."

Ange tilted his head, and the projected image of Negris on him replied, "No need. Silver Coin is super busy right now; calling him over would just waste his time."

"Uh, he’s busy for sure, but Lord Nage, you’re missing the point here. Why is Silver Coin so busy? If you don’t ask him over to help, he’ll hold a grudge against you later," Anthony explained.

Negris clearly didn’t get it and asked, confused, "Why would he hold a grudge against me? I’m just worried he’s too busy to manage..."

But Durken and the Sacrificial Mask understood perfectly. Durken interrupted and said, "Just call him over. Silver Coin would definitely be interested in the market of hundreds of thousands of undead—let’s see how he plans to do business with them."

"Alright." Negris said no more, turning to the task of having Silver Coin teleported over.

The Sacrificial Mask whispered to Durken, "He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, is he?"

Durken replied in a low voice, "Can’t be helped. The boss is too capable. He hasn’t needed to use his brains in ages, so he can’t even pick up on implications anymore. Why is Silver Coin busy? Obviously for the sake of the Lord. Now there’s a chance to serve the Lord and he doesn’t summon Silver Coin, effectively sidelining him. Of course, Silver Coin would resent that. What an idiot."

"Exactly, such a fool. When you work, make sure the boss sees it. And when the boss can see it, you’d better do a thorough job. Our boss is quite picky, isn’t he?" the Sacrificial Mask whispered.

Durken shook his head, "Quite the opposite. The boss isn’t picky at all. It’s precisely because he’s so carefree, so laid-back, that Anthony has to pay extra attention to everyone’s emotions and reactions in the team. Who else could do it? He is, after all, His Holiness the Pope."

"The... the Pope?" The Sacrificial Mask stared, dumbfounded.

"Yep. The former Pope who ruled a grand church of 600 million believers. And you—you’re not so bad at reading people yourself," Durken quipped.

The Sacrificial Mask stammered, "Of course! I’m also... uh... the former ruler of several... grand sects."

When it came to "several," their voice weakened, and the measurement was intentionally left vague. For all anyone knew, they might as well have meant hundreds of millions.

Not long after, Silver Coin arrived by teleportation. When he heard there were hundreds of thousands of intelligent undead, his eyes lit up. "Seriously? Hundreds of thousands? Even the Undead Empire combined with the Star Burst Plane doesn’t have more than a few tens of thousands of high-level undead. The Chaos Plane is even worse—only two intelligent ones there. And here there are hundreds of thousands?"

Anthony shrugged. "I don’t know, but those two said there are. Even if it’s not hundreds of thousands, it must still be quite a few. We’re planning to disguise ourselves and scout it out. Cabu Twelve said there’s a lot of traveling merchant caravans here, so we’ll disguise as one."

Silver Coin gave everyone a once-over and asked, "Pretend to be a merchant caravan? Where’s your cargo?"

"In the ring." Anthony patted the back of his hand.

"Uh, cargo isn’t just about having goods—it’s also your ’image.’ If you don’t carry any goods, who would believe you’re a merchant caravan? Do caravans here only sell things that fit into storage spaces? Then why bother pretending to be a caravan at all? Let’s just pretend to be mercenaries instead," Silver Coin suggested.

Anthony’s eyes lit up. "Good point. We’ll be mercenaries, and you’ll be the merchant. We can escort you for trade. All we need is someone to pull the wagon."

"That works. But what’s our objective?" Silver Coin asked.

"Originally, it was to figure out why the Transparent Dragons were dragging snake corpses here. But now it’s changed to finding out why there are so many high-level undead here, so we’ll likely need to tackle it from multiple angles," Anthony replied.

Silver Coin nodded. "Then we’ll need to prepare goods for all social classes to make connections easier. What do the undead here like?"

"No idea. But we encountered a Cabu Twelve who traded a set of clothes from me for Demon Crystals. He was even willing to offer a Soul Crystal in exchange." Anthony shared the details thoughtfully, knowing they were crucial.

Silver Coin nodded. "Got it."

"What are you planning to sell? Undead don’t eat, drink, or feel cold. That Cabu Twelve wanting clothes was probably just because he was embarrassed by us and wanted some for modesty. I don’t believe a bunch of undead will buy anything from you," Negris skeptically remarked.

The Undead Empire has no real commerce system. If not for people like Lisa, Auburnli, goblin merchants, and demon slave traders managing the market, the global trading hub would be a wasteland. The undead have practically no needs—what could you possibly sell them?

"How could there be nothing? Even the undead have spiritual needs. That Cabu Twelve buying clothes was for spiritual satisfaction. So we should bring goods that cater to such needs—things like knight novels, skeleton duel dragon chess, King Playing Cards, or even products like magic skin balls or speed flying pries," Silver Coin explained confidently.

"If there are Witch Demons, we could sell beauty and grooming services. How could there not be business opportunities?" Silver Coin listed items as he spoke and had Ange handle the teleportation back to have the Commerce Guild prepare them.

Negris fell silent. Thinking of how obsessed Witch Demons like Lisa and Auburnli were with beauty and grooming, he conceded that business here was indeed unavoidable.

In less than an hour, the Commerce Guild had the goods ready. Ange created a teleportation point, and with a single teleportation, they sent over a wagon-sized caravan compartment.

Silver Coin put on goggles, a mask, a leather cap, gloves, and heavy clothes. He pulled out a small air vehicle from his storage space, barely big enough for a single goblin to sit in.

Sitting in the vehicle, Silver Coin explained, "I’m a goblin merchant. It’d be too weird to walk through the Void on foot, so I’ll use the air vehicle."

Anthony nodded approvingly. "Makes sense. Lord Nage, come here."

"What for? Wait a second—Silver Coin’s vehicle is so small, it can’t tow the wagon. Who’s going to pull it?" Negris asked, suddenly hit with a bad premonition.

...

"Damn it, you made the God of Knowledge pull a wagon! You have no respect for knowledge—might as well get an F on your exams!" Negris cursed angrily as he dragged the wagon through the air.

Anthony and Silver Coin followed on either side of the wagon, pretending not to hear. After all, there was no one more suitable for pulling the wagon right now, and having Silver Coin do it himself would ruin the aesthetic.

As they got closer to the Undead City, the floating ruins around them grew denser. From time to time, undead would peek out from the wreckage, eyes lighting up with curiosity as they stared at the group.

"A merchant caravan? Is it really a merchant caravan? There’s actually a merchant caravan here!"

Silver Coin’s concept of "image" was proving its worth; all the undead could instantly "recognize" them as a merchant caravan.

The undead crowd began to swell; Silver Coin had anticipated this. He pulled out a bag of stone chips compressed from Breathing Soil, each the size of two fingers, with intricate designs on both sides. He handed them out generously:

"Anti-bug, anti-odor, anti-mold, and moisture-resistant. Just a small gift—don’t be shy! By the way, is there a department here in charge of commerce? I’m a goblin merchant interested in setting up a little business. Could you let me know who I should talk to?"

Anthony quietly observed the surrounding undead and murmured, "It does look like there are plenty of high-level undead here... How could this be?"