Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 753: Chapter 432 The Power of Money_1
 

Negris had originally intended to find the Undead King, but Ange didn’t seem enthusiastic about this. If he didn’t come up with a plan, Ange would keep planting vegetables in his cultivation ball until the next life.

Oddly enough, Durken wasn’t very keen either. He was more engrossed in various new alchemical formulae.

Despite being the King of Alchemy, the new world provided a variety of new materials. New alchemy could be developed from these materials, and there were many new alchemical ideas to draw inspiration from, enough to engross him for a while.

Without Ange’s orders, Negris couldn’t instruct Durken either.

They can’t really farm vegetables for a lifetime, right? Negris needed to devise a plan to get Ange out, even if they didn’t go looking for the king, it’d be good to get some fresh air.

Upon reflection, Negris discovered he was not too keen on finding the Undead King either. Mainly he was bored, he wanted to go play.

A common excuse wouldn’t be enough to persuade Ange. Fortunately, he had just received news that Northern Wind City was purchasing a large amount of food and vegetables. Didn’t Ange grow a lot of vegetables? They should go sell them, or else the Divine Realm wouldn’t have enough space.

Ange hesitated for a moment, glanced at his Divine Realm, and decided, okay, let’s go sell vegetables.

The fast-growing vegetables grew too quickly. With the aid of the “Little Saplings”, the cultivation balls, the Insect Ash Liquid, and the Instant Death Halo, they couldn’t harvest vegetables as quickly as they were growing. Continuing at this rate, the Divine Realm will be filled up soon. Better sell them first and stop planting vegetables after that.

What to plant then? The cultivation ball seemed suitable for planting Soilless Rice, but that would take a longer cultivation period. It’d be best to have more cultivation balls. All the way until the team prepared to depart to Northern Wind City, Ange was still agonizing over these issues.

Since they were ostensibly going to sell vegetables, the silver coin had no choice but to lead the team.

Lately, the silver coin had been engrossed in the House of the Deceased. According to him, he had already earned 600,000 Demon Crystals.

“Pu—How did you earn that? Didn’t see you selling goods, how did you earn so much in just over ten days? Are you swindling the Gold Dragon?” Negris stared wide-eyed, Durken’s eyes bulged in shock, and Roxy’s legs gave way.

“Hehe.” The silver coin gave an embarrassed smile. “From a business perspective, information is more profitable than goods, and has a high turnover rate. I found that Lord Durken gave me a high level of authority on this Imprint, allowing me to see a lot of information others can’t see. I first earned over a hundred thousand Demon Crystals by selling information, and now I act as a middleman.”

“Middleman? Can you earn money from that?” Negris asked in surprise.

A middleman earns from commission fees or price differences during transactions, but the House of the Deceased itself is a kind of intermediary platform. Why would people pay extra to a middleman for information they can find there themselves?

“Of course, they can.” Silver coin took out a small notebook, he opened a page and went on, “Many people don’t actually possess the ability to collate information. When they go to the House of Deceased, they mostly just randomly post requests to buy or sell information, then they wait for the God of Fortune to come along.”

“But many people don’t understand what they truly need, like Lucidia. She just asked to buy a Flame Emblem worth fifty thousand Gold Coins, but in reality, she needed it to be more potent, and would accept a deal as high as a million. That means there’s a price difference of 950,000 to exploit.”

“I dig out these potential demands, help them make reasonable resource allocations, and then package the resources to sell to them. The extra profit is all mine.”

At this point, Silver coin turned to Ange and said, “Lord, there has been a large number of requests for food purchases in the House of the Deceased recently. Some have been posted for a month or two and haven’t been met yet. Lord, this world is in a serious food shortage, we need a large amount of food, otherwise, we will run out of business very soon.”

Ange’s eyes shone brightly. He nodded enthusiastically, he was about to turn away when Negris grabbed hold of him, “Don’t think about rushing back to the farm now; sell the vegetables first, buy materials to construct new cultivation balls, and then talk about expanding the cultivation area.”

The vegetation got denser and more lush as they moved forward. They gradually left the desert behind, and tracts of road slowly appeared on the ground.

But not long after they got on the road, several dozen robbers jumped out and surrounded them, “This is a robbery! Put your hands on your head and squat down, or don’t blame us for getting rough.”

“Eh, Boss, Boss, there’s a shit-colored dragon! That’s a dragon, right? So cute, the little dragon should be quite valuable, right?” One of the robbers spotted Negris and his eyes popped out in excitement.

“Shit-colored?” Negris looked down at his own scales, it took him a while to realize that they were talking about him. The flames of wrath were about to burst from his soul, “Kvada who the fuck you calling shit-colored!”

The Green Copper Dragon had a bluish hue, the Red Copper Dragon had a purplish hue, the Bronze Dragon had a…poo hue?

Negris, who was about to rush forward, was held back by Ange. There was a powerful aura among the robbers, one Negris couldn’t handle at the moment.

The powerful aura belonged to a Silver Skeleton, holding a huge axe, standing next to the gang leader.

As for the gang leader, he was a cloaked Necromancer, who, at the moment, lifting his hood, an excited look on his face as he watched Negris, “Such a tiny dragon? Smaller than a dragon egg, is it a dwarf dragon? A new species, huh, hurry up and catch it alive, a lot of wealthy ladies will love it.”

Silver coin couldn’t help asking in curiosity, “Why did you choose us to rob? Do we look like we’re easy to bully?”