Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 111 - 91: The Mighty Power of Space-Time_2

Chapter 111: Chapter 91: The Mighty Power of Space-Time_2

"You mean the materials in this room?" Mobi Chen suddenly thought of something, jumped up, and said, "Wait, let me check."

He rushed upstairs, then clattered back down, pulling out several pieces of broken materials from his bag, "The last time they fought in the room, the ceiling upstairs cracked and a few pieces fell off.

Since the ceiling was pretty thick, it didn’t break through to the sky, so I didn’t bother with it.

Mr. Hill, do these materials look the same as the walls?

Do you want them?"

Mr. Hill held his breath, seeing these identical pieces of materials, "The God of Time and Space is truly generous!"

He couldn’t help but ask, "These materials are very precious, they have never appeared before, don’t you plan on keeping them?"

"Mr. Hill, we will absolutely not appear as those sort of master craftsmen.

No one would waste time learning to craft alchemy.

You know the people from Black Rose, aside from a few who are into pharmaceuticals, does anyone go into equipment crafting?

The time commitment is too great!" Mobi Chen answered seriously, "Anyway, it will eventually be traded or sold to buy more powerful weapons.

But I heard once from William that in Saral, the greatest Alchemist Master is Mr. Fran, right?

What about Weapon Masters and Equipment Masters, they mainly serve the Grand Knights, the weaponry for Sky Knights is so scarce, it’s of little use to us.

Moreover, we don’t need money, so selling them is pointless, but we desperately need weapons and equipment!" Mr. Hill thought for a moment, "Okay, I will notify Uncle Adrian to come for the materials, and bring everything from my grandfather’s weaponry and equipment storage, you can choose whatever items you need."

He glanced at Mobi Chen, "Especially the mage-type ones, the Elemental Weapons there are better!

And the weapons for space magicians would likely only be found at my grandfather’s, he made some recently using Space Crystals.

As for the Knight Swordsman type, the armor is actually superior. My grandfather is not particularly fond of Knight’s Spears." Mr. Hill suddenly remembered, "Are you planning to use Magic Wands instead of these Seal Rings? Uncle Adrian can help you modify them.

You can first go choose the attributes you need." Mobi Chen was very pleased, "That’s great! We have a family competition coming up, and we really need it!"

Mr. Hill asked in surprise, "When? At that arena?"

"Yes, now it’s just the individual practice matches.

The official competition, it is said, will wait until a month after the people summoned by Haifasardo arrive."

So, newcomers arrive and first watch those who came before compete in the arena?

Mr. Hill nodded, "It would be nice if they would allow us to watch as well."

"That’s still uncertain, apparently we need to buy tickets to enter if we want to watch."

Mobi Chen took out a tablet, "Our people have arrived. A lot from the Alliance have also followed.

After all, it’s hard to find so many Magical Beasts within Saral, everyone is tired of doing missions."

"They went directly downstairs?"

"Yes, I need to go down as well," Mobi Chen said with a smile, "I’ll just lock up the door. Besides our family, no one else can enter here."

Mr. Hill nodded, "I will go open up the shop as well.

Have you set up the commercial district yet?"

"The left side of the Lord’s Mansion is left for them to build houses for fun.

The right side is half open for anyone to use," Mobi Chen said bluntly, "The other half, we’ll set up a few small shops ourselves.

I also reserved a shop core from Mr. Fran. Good thing I didn’t wait."

Mr. Hill was astounded, "You don’t plan to collect commercial tax? Just let them use it?"

"The Undead Tribe at most set up stalls!" Mobi Chen said, "Our kind of family territory, not many dare to open shops here.

They might just get destroyed any day!

There’s no need to collect taxes from our own people, I just set it up to be unwelcoming to certain others."

He smirked slyly, "It would be best if some of the families felt it unprofitable and left the Alliance!"

Mr. Hill shook his head, still unaccustomed to the mindset of these players who are used to constant warfare.

He took out a piece of Magic Paper, wrote down the value of the materials, the quantity they could be traded for, signed his name and handed it to Mobi Chen, "Keep this safe, look at it yourself when the time comes.

I will speak to Uncle Adrian, if the materials you choose exceed this quantity, you are allowed to purchase them with Crystal Stones!"

Mobi Chen was surprised as he took the paper, "This is so official!"

"It would be best if we could buy them now! That way I don’t have to worry about arranging people when the time comes."

"Then just take care of the main team. Let the others pay for themselves!"

Hill glanced at him, "Even if we are familiar, we still need trading credentials.

Even though the Undead Tribe is so powerful, there are still people blinded by interest who dare not offend you.

After all, they could always flee to other countries!"

Mobi Chen nodded, "Understood. We haven’t made large transactions with anyone outside of you, Mr. Hill.

There have been people who were cheated, but those scammers were killed.

Oh right, if the value is too high, the level of the scammers is higher and they can flee the country!

We still can’t go out yet!

It’s like those few outside can run away, right?"

Hill nodded silently, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, he kept the isolation barrier up for the sake of the trade, so those outside couldn’t hear what Mobi Chen was saying.

But compared to Perfect Bald and Snow Cloud Peak, Mobi Chen seems to have clearer loves and hates.

If he dislikes someone, he really can’t see any good in them.

Hill spoke quietly, "You’re not going to forbid them from opening a shop here, are you?"

"Snow Cloud Peak told me they would offer a high price," Mobi Chen said, "Anyway, anyone can go there, I don’t care about them.

It won’t affect you, Mr. Hill, will it?"

"No," Hill shook his head, "When Uncle Adrian comes, he will bring some merchants. They will stay here and keep buying.

But our prices have always been like this, and they won’t change.

You sell to them first!

We’re not in a rush yet."

Mobi Chen smiled, "That’s good."

The two of them walked out the door, and Hensley greeted them, "Mr. Mobi Chen, where can we build our houses?"

Mobi Chen looked at him and pointed to the right, "The back half on the right, anyone can build there.

But, as there will be more of the Undead Tribe, they will also set up stalls there."

Hensley smiled, "That’s even better! I’ve heard that the Undead Tribe has a very diverse array of items, many of them rare."

Miss Carl approached Hill and said, "I heard Mr. Polanio only spent 5 million to buy the ’Tears of the Saintess’ for Mr. Adrian! We are so envious."

Mobi Chen completely ignored the two, "Mr. Hill, if there are any more of those tears, would you still want them?

William, that guy, is only willing to give 300,000 military exploits, outrageous!"

Hill nodded with a smile, "Of course. I’ll take them anytime. The ’Smile of the Saintess’ made by my grandfather is very popular."

Mobi Chen closed the door, "Then I’m going down too. Mr. Hill, you can come down anytime if there’s anything you need.

After all, if it’s not me, then it must be Snow Cloud Peak or Rain Falling on Mortal Dust keeping things in order in the hall."

"Alright." Hill nodded, "Uncle Adrian should be arriving tomorrow."

Mobi Chen waved his hand and flew down without looking back.

"Mr. Polanio, why is Mr. Adrian coming?" Hensley asked.

"Now that we have a fixed territory here, there’s no need for me to stay here buying materials for a long time." Hill looked at Hensley squinting his eyes, "Uncle Adrian will bring some apprentices to open a general store."

"Master Fran’s merchant troop is really useful now!" Hensley exclaimed, "We always cooperate with other trade associations, so now we have to show up ourselves.

After all, there aren’t enough Mage Apprentices."

You used to be very happy using apprentices supported by the Royal Family, didn’t you? Hill thought sarcastically, but unfortunately, that time has been withdrawn by William, hasn’t it?

Miss Carl stepped back and pushed Phillips forward, "Mr. Polanio, then we will go to pick a place."

Hill glanced at the two, "Please do."