Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 75 - 68: Turning the Cultivator of Light2

Chapter 75: Chapter 68: Turning the Cultivator of Light_2

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So domineering companies would simply be dealt with harshly, their businesses crippled and banished.

Stenson left gratefully, and Silver Coin swept his gaze over everyone, asking,

“Who else wants to leave?”

Uncertainty was etched on most people’s faces, but unlike Stenson who had his own custor relationships, they hesitated for a mont before all shaking their heads.

“Good, close the door and activate the Warning Array. Gather around.” Everyone moved behind Silver Coin, watching as he opened the box on the desk. He closed it abruptly after it was half-open.

However, this was enough for everyone behind him to clearly see the contents of the box. Unconsciously soone scread, “Holy…”, only to have their words muffled by a hand or jabbed back in by an elbow to the gut.

The light of the Demon Crystal flashed in everyone’s eyes, their hearts exclaiming: We’re rich! Stenson’s a fool!

What Elven artifacts could compare to the Holy Essence Liquid? It was one of the few items that could fetch a Demon Crystal’s price and even up to thousands of them. Every woman in the world would go crazy for it.

Silver Coin’s rchant group left the Silver Light rcantile Company at the fastest speed to complete its transformation. From a public entity, it beca a Secret Comrce Association. From this day forward, it would only deal in one product—Holy Essence Liquid.

Of course, running a business solely on Holy Essence Liquid did not require many people. However, Silver Coin was well aware that from the mont he was reborn, his fate was no longer his own.

From that mont on, he had to wholeheartedly pursue Ange’s goals and prioritize Angel s needs, readily adjusting his business approach. Hence, he needed more reliable and loyal people.

He was all too familiar with this pattern, it had been the sa before when he prioritized the needs of the Saint’s Edge Army, doing trade while gathering intelligence. There was no difference.

Apart from purchasing grains, Silver Coin also took the initiative to add fabrics, agricultural tools, a variety of seeds, and even ordered iron materials and fabricated wheels. He had been to Ice City and had taken a tour around Ange’s planting area, taking note of what that world lacked.

Well, better to say what it didn’t lack—except for water and stones, it lacked everything else.

A good rchant should not wait for custors to voice their needs, but strive to uncover their needs and create demand if there is none.

Late at night, Silver Coin brought a bottle of Holy Essence Liquid and a little for trial usage, driving his carriage to a tavern near the Saint’s Edge Army camp. After checking in, he placed a plate of fresh flowers by the window.

In the middle of the night, a woman garbed in a cape knocked on his door.

As she removed her hood, she revealed a holy and dignified face. From this face, one could feel a noble and holy aura that, if encountered by a person with a sinister heart, would often make them feel inferior.

In the past, Silver Coin often didn’t dare to look at this face directly. However, now he didn’t have that feeling anymore.

“Hello, Steward Patricia.” Silver Coin greeted with a bow. “You? You’re not dead?” Patricia looked slightly surprised.

The God’s Knight of the Saint’s Edge Army was dead, the quartermaster died, the Paladin squad died, along with ten priests, ten heavily armored shield soldiers, seventy sword and crossbow soldiers, as well as two specially trained saints. However, the Goblin rchant who went to scout first didn’t die?

Patricia was one of the few people who knew Silver Coin’s identity because the two saints who accompanied him were brought by Patricia.

“I’m not dead. I traded so valuable assets to save my life and gain freedom, and then I snuck back.” Silver Coin casually invented a reason, “I even found the real thing that Leonardo was looking for.”

Patricia frowned, her expression showed her displeasure: “What do you an?”

Without answering, Silver Coin placed the trial-sized Holy Essence Liquid on the table and gently pushed it towards Patricia.

Patricia wanted to maintain a stern appearance, but her trembling brow betrayed her emotions. She picked up the small bottle, slled it, and then, rather impatiently, dabbed it on her face.

Whether it was the scent, the texture, or the rate of absorption, it all showed that it was indeed the concentrated Holy Essence Liquid circulating among noble ladies recently—a concentrated version of the best. As expected, Silver Coin had indeed found the item Leonardo was looking for.

Patricia took a deep breath and gave a small smile, “What is your plan?”

Silver Coin imdiately took out another bottle and pushed it in front of Patricia, “Sell it. I don’t care how much you sell it for, I’ll take a cost price of

1,300 Demon Crystals.”

Patricia’s heart involuntarily sped up. If she managed to sell it for 1,500, wouldn’t she get a commission of 200 Demon Crystals?

This was already the standard price for the concentrated Holy Essence Liquid. A few noble ladies may even raise the price drastically, doubling it would not be a problem.

Many might not understand the worth of 200 Demon Crystals. 200 Demon Crystals could buy a small manor with a 3000-square-foot courtyard and a 300-square-foot house. One bottle could earn one manor?

Patricia’s mind was filled with various thoughts, but every ti she thought about Leonardo’s fate, she hesitated. After a mont of hesitation, she nodded her head solemnly and said, “I swear by the Holy Light, for every bottle of Holy Essence Liquid sold, Chairman Silver Coin will receive 1,300 Demon Crystals.”

As she spoke, an Imprint of an oath materialized in front of her. After Silver Coin accepted it, Patricia picked up the Holy Essence Liquid from the table.

“Now, Steward Patricia, do you know about the Corrosion Scar?” Silver Coin stared into Patricia’s eyes and asked.

As soon as the four words ‘Corrosion Scar’ were spoken, a spark lit in Patricia’s eyes. The unmistakable intent to kill was clearly visible.

Feeling the danger, Silver Coin hastily asked, “Do you still have any dicine?”

Patricia’s eyes bore into Silver Coin, wordless, her face becoming devoid of all its sacred solemnity, replaced with a murderous intent.

Silver Coin realized he had made a right gamble. It was for this reason that he deliberately broached the subject after the Holy Light oath was signed, for fear that Patricia would kill him on the spot. And, “Do you still have any dicine?” was nothing but a probe.

Judging by Patricia’s reaction, not only did she know what the Corrosion Scar was, she most likely didn’t have much dicine left, because these dicines were held only by Leonardo and the quartermaster.

Seeing her reaction, Silver Coin knew that the biggest bargaining chip was in his hands. He put on his best Goblin Swindler expression: “Steward Patricia, do you believe there is a power that can completely cure the Corrosion Scar? Just like .”

Like you? Patricia’s reaction involuntarily beca serious.

If Lisa were to know Silver Coin dared to conspire against the Cultivator of Light with just one bottle of Holy Essence Liquid, she would definitely comnd him.

In order to receive the supplies Silver Coin had prepared, Ange ca to the control room, ready to learn how to control the Teleportation Array. “Teach .” Ange pointed at the coordinates map, addressing Negris..