My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 211 - 209: Sending the Wife Ahead _1

Chapter 211: Chapter 209: Sending the Wife Ahead _1

A Tier-6 Ghost Being at its peak!

Equivalent to a human cultivator at the great perfection of the Sixth Great Realm!

If there was only the Lord of the Skeleton Sea and Judgment Officer, despite the great risk, Sophia would still dare to make plans. However, with such a presence, Sophia was completely afraid to have any idea.

She had always been superstitious, and the various "hints" that prevented her from scheming for the Ghost Zone had stopped her.

But with a large family to support, how will she make money going forward?

Thinking of this, Sophia gritted her teeth with hatred for the useless people of Nanni Nation. Vanessa Garden was such a treasure, she had practically fed it to them. A whole country, yet they couldn’t handle such a small matter, no wonder they’d always been oppressed for thousands of years, beaten by the Wood Dynasty and Red Clan one after another!

After silently cursing the Nanni Nation, Sophia sighed and still had to face the real problem: making money.

After walking around the Ghost Market, Sophia found herself standing wholeheartedly at the door of "Ten Percent Pawn" again.

Bat Taoist cleverly greeted her inside and poured her a bowl of tea before quietly slipping away. Lord opened his mouth and grinned, "This time, I won’t cheat you. There’s a real good deal."

With that, Sophia almost got up and left, feeling that the old lecher must be trying to cheat her.

"Go to Casterly County and secretly investigate the Prescott Group at Looking Cloud Cliff."

This time, Sophia really wanted to leave: "Am I crazy? I would offend the Horizon Bureau."

Lord was annoyed: "Why don’t you trust me and always think I want to harm you? If you don’t trust me, I can get you a waist token from the Internal Canon, alright?"

Sophia looked at him in surprise: "Can you really get a waist token from the Internal Canon?"

Of course, Sophia knew the importance of the Internal Canon and that it was independent of the entire Horizon Bureau system. Even someone at the level of a Commander wouldn’t be able to interfere with the Internal Canon.

Lord said indifferently: "I have a real big shot backing me."

With this attitude, Sophia was starting to believe him a bit.

Sophia sat back down and asked, "How much are you going to pay me?"

"It depends on your contribution, but this deal, I’ve tried my best to get you a basic reward of 1,000 Spirit Jade. If you can find important clues, the big shot behind me has always been generous."

Sophia shook her head: "You want to hire a Fourth Great Realm cultivator with just 1,000 Spirit Jade?"

The supposedly "generous" big shot behind her, Owen Bertram, thought about it and realized it was indeed too stingy.

So, Lord asked, "How much do you want?"

"A basic reward of 5,000 Spirit Jade, plus 3,000 for each piece of information."

Owen Bertram, the "generous" big shot behind her, felt the pain, and after some bargaining, Sophia refused to lower the basic reward, insisting that hiring a Fourth Great Realm cultivator for this price wasn’t expensive. Owen reluctantly accepted but managed to squeeze the price for each piece of information down to 2,000.

In the end, he asked, "Are equivalent treasures and pills acceptable?"

Sophia thought about it and reluctantly agreed.

Owen laughed: Divine Seal Pills are more than enough!

Lord gave Sophia 2,500 Spirit Jade on the spot. She took half the payment and headed to Casterly County first.

Owen Bertram, the man behind her, let out a long breath. The first move was out there, and at least he wouldn’t be completely blind when he went to Casterly County.

...In the Ghost Zone, the Lord of the Skeleton Sea scratched his bald head and sighed helplessly. The old man was awake again, and the good days when he was the Honored Lord’s favorite were gone forever.

"The old man is just bad, always stealing my good fortune."

The King of Souls was quite satisfied. During his retreat, the Ghost Zone had improved and seemed to be thriving. Various systems were also being perfected.

He took a glance and sank back into his building, and the Ghost Market resumed its bustle.

The stronger the Ghost Zone, the more prosperous the Ghost Market. Only with powerful forces to protect it could the development of the Ghost Market be maintained.

For ordinary ghosts, everything remained the same, but the Judgment Officer immediately went to see the King of Souls. The Lord of the Skeleton Sea sensed this at the first moment and shouted angrily, "He’s just a fawning flatterer!"

But this situation was not good. If the Judgment Officer and the King of Souls joined forces, they would definitely suppress him.

What to do?

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea couldn’t come up with any strategy, so he roared angrily, "Where’s my military advisor?"

A huge force pulled Butcher Maxwell, who was drinking and eating meat in a restaurant in the Ghost Market, into the air, and he landed in front of the Lord of the Skeleton Sea without knowing what was going on.

Butcher Maxwell was still in the midst of eating and drinking, with a piece of meat just picked up by his chopsticks. When he landed in front of the Lord of the Skeleton Sea, the meat fell from his chopsticks. A skull head rolled over, opened its mouth, and caught it, chewing a few times.

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea told his troubles and asked the Pig-Headed Military Advisor for ideas.

Butcher Maxwell was about to collapse. He was just a pig slaughterer, and yet he was always treated as a military advisor. Was it his problem or their problem?

Suddenly, an idea struck him, "Sir, I would like to recommend a talent to you, someone who can definitely solve your troubles!"

And so, a group of Ghost Knights forcefully brought the Bat Taoist in front of the Lord of the Skeleton Sea.

Even Owen Bertram, who followed behind them, was bewildered. Were they really going to pursue the path of "three cobblers equal a Simmons"?

The Bat Taoist was also secretly complaining. He knew how to deal with various social occasions, but he didn’t understand such large-scale strategies.

Since they had no other choice, he worked with Butcher Maxwell and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea, and they actually came up with a plan: regardless of what the King of Souls and the Judgment Officer did, they would seize control of the Ghost Army by holding onto the Ghost Knights. With soldiers in hand, they would never be too badly off.

Even if they couldn’t outdo the King of Souls, they would still be stronger than the Corpse Fiend and the Drowned Ghost Princess.

For the first time, Owen Bertram, who was behind the scenes, learned about the little schemes of the Four Ghost Zone’s Strongest.

With the Lord of the Skeleton Sea feeling more secure, he left the Bat Taoist and Butcher Maxwell to feast.

Owen Bertram reopened the second door and checked the pawnshop’s account books. Although it hadn’t been in business for a long time, they had collected quite a few good items.

And they actually earned quite a bit of money!

However, this also raised another issue: among the items collected by the pawnshop, there were quite a few that Owen Bertram couldn’t use. He needed to find a way to sell them off.

"I’ll talk to Matthew about this tomorrow."

As daylight broke and the Ghost Market closed, the bustling Riverside area slowly vanished with the first crowing of a rooster.

Owen Bertram hadn’t slept all night, but being at the Third Great Boundary now, he was full of energy and still looked radiant when he got up.

His sister woke up even earlier, with breakfast almost ready.

"Brother, sit down for a while, we can eat soon." His sister stirred the contents of the large pot with a spoon and said happily when she saw her brother.