Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 823: 463: Not Good, the Adult Has Infiltrated

Chapter 823: Chapter 463: Not Good, the Adult Has Infiltrated

Back at the City Lord’s Mansion in Northern Wind City, Anthony looked at the several exquisite Alchemical Hearts before him and asked, “Are these your Life Boxes?”

“Yes, this one is mine, this one is Silver Coin’s, and this one is Roxy’s. They record all our mories. If the Soul Contact between us is interrupted, they will activate and revive us,” Durken explained.

Before heading out to deliver vegetables, for safety’s sake, Durken had crafted Life Boxes for everyone. He already had his own and just needed to make two more.

Silver Coin didn’t really care, but Roxy hugged hers excitedly and wouldn’t let go, “Is this really for ? Really? For ? A Life Box, a Witch-lich’s Coffin, can I really take it? I haven’t accomplished anything noteworthy, is it really okay?”

She said it wasn’t right, yet she clung tightly and wouldn’t let go.

This was a Witch-lich’s Coffin, after all. What was it equivalent to? A second life! It was like insurance that would bring you back even if you died.

Even though Roxy had long known about such things as Witch-lich’s Coffins, she had never thought that one day she would own one. She was just a small-ti witch from a remote town; even if she sold herself, she wouldn’t fetch the price of a Life Box.

Durken said grumpily, “Yes, yes, yes, it’s yours, don’t give it back to .”

“I’ll take it, I’ll take it.” Roxy quickly hid the Life Box behind her back, her face blooming with a smile; those were so seriously strong legs to stand on.

Durken turned to Anthony and said, “Now we just need to find a safe place to store them, and that’ll be fine. Do you want one? Should I craft one for you?”

Anthony shook his head with a smile, “No need for that, I have a Holy Substitute and a backup body.”

He wasn’t a Witch; using a Witch-lich’s Coffin would require rebirth, and it was better to be alive.

Everyone stored their Life Boxes away, then sat in a circle to start a eting.

Anthony began, “The intelligence we’ve gathered this ti indicates that the Sorcerer Alliance doesn’t have enough space to grow vegetables. I suspect they don’t even have enough room to grow crops.”

“The aid they provided consisted of a type of cubed pastry, which they call ‘convenient rice cakes.’ Behind closed doors, they call it ‘snot cake.’ A little piece can stave off hunger for a whole al, similar to our rape seed pancakes.”

While speaking, Anthony took out a piece of the convenient rice cake.

Negris took a small bite and comnted, “The taste is alright, not bad. Why’s it called ‘snot cake’? Is it made with snot? Which creature’s snot tastes this good?”

Except for Ange and a few others, faces of disgust appeared on everyone: “Lord Nage, could you not describe it so grossly?”

Anthony explained, “According to those Goblins, they’ve been eating these rice cakes all their lives, from childhood to adulthood, and are thoroughly sick of them. So, seeing them is as disgusting as seeing snot, and furthermore, eating them for a long ti can cause constipation.”

Negris slapped his waist, “I get it now, that’s why they’re willing to pay a high price for fresh vegetables.”

Anthony shook his head, “The high price is one thing, another point is, they’re not short on Demon Crystals.”

Durken added, “All of their chanical Flying Crafts are powered by Demon Crystals as magical energy. So they have plenty of Demon Crystals, enough to trade for vegetables, but if they don’t have room to grow their own vegetables, where are they getting these Demon Crystals from?”

“They’re either digging them out from the ground or from another Plane, otherwise, what? Are they digging them out from the sky?” Negris suggested.

Silver Coin, Anthony, and Durken all lit up at the sa ti, “Digging from the sky?!”

…

No matter where the Demon Crystals are dug from, the Sorcerer Alliance is not lacking in them. They use Demon Crystals for everything, for their chanical Constructs, quickly becoming the ‘sucker’ in everyone’s eyes.

The people of Northern Wind City all pushed their goods to the city outskirts to sell to the ‘suckers’ with deep pockets.

The prices given by the Sorcerer Alliance were at least three to ten tis higher than the usual purchase price, but they only bought raw materials or semi-finished products.

For instance, with wood, they bought logs and planks but not finished wooden products like furniture or walking sticks. The sa went for minerals; they bought ore and refined pure tals but not forged items.

Beyond these commodities, they also bought people.

Intelligent beings under ten years of age, be they humans or Goblins, were all taken in, regardless of their background, under the pretense of providing a better growing environnt, but it was essentially human trafficking, and the price offered was high.

The slave traders of Northern Wind City went mad, contacting ‘sources’ from all over the world, even using Teleportation Arrays to move ‘rchandise,’ with a large number of slaves under ten years of age being transported to Northern Wind City through the Teleportation Arrays.

According to the confessions of the slave traders, not only in Northern Wind City but also in other places where the Sorcerer ladders have descended, slave traders are ‘clearing their stock.’

For slave traders, the most valuable were strong n and young won, while the old and young were considered a loss, and as for the sick and disabled, they were usually disposed of.

Now that the Sorcerer Alliance was willing to take away all the young slaves without the traders having to spend money on raising them to turn a profit, it drove everyone crazy.

However, Northern Wind City was sowhat strange – only the slave traders were exerting effort, whereas in other places, more often, it was parents and relatives who brought their children. Even if they didn’t receive money, they would hand their children over to the Sorcerer Alliance.

The entire Plane was suffering from famine; rather than starving to death with their own families, it was better to hand the children over to the Sorcerer Alliance.

“This led to an oversupply, making it difficult for us to raise prices, those damned poor bastards.” A slave trader who had been to other Sorcerer ladders complained in a tavern, and it so happened that Anthony, who ca to gather information, overheard him.