Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 994 - 994 564 Large Quantities of Fertilizer Wanted

Chapter 994: Chapter 564: Large Quantities of Fertilizer Wanted, Priority for Large Orders Chapter 994: Chapter 564: Large Quantities of Fertilizer Wanted, Priority for Large Orders As a divine being, every mont of every day people are praying to you, seeking your rcy. Aside from offering you their faith and devotion, they also bring to you an endless stream of negative emotions.

So are bullied and seek the divine spirit’s protection to take revenge, so have lost friends and family to death and wish desperately for their resurrection, while others, having earned a silver coin, greedily wish to earn ten and pray for the demise of their peers.

Despair, resentnt, pain, sorrow, and greed—each Divine Spirit receives, in fact, an overwhelming amount of these negative emotions, collectively referred to as Sinful Thoughts.

When Ange manifested them, it resulted in the legendary Spirits of Sinful Thoughts.

Even Anthony, who was quite worldly, had never seen a Spirit of Sinful Thoughts before. The manifestation of such a belief, filled with negative emotions, could drive normal beings insane or drastically alter their disposition.

Now, as so many negative emotions poured into the Relay Spirit, it stopped functioning after just a few minutes.

Silver coin imdiately tried to connect to the House of the Deceased, only to discover the connection was lost, “The House of the Deceased… it seems… it seems to be broken.”

“What? Broken?” Anthony was shocked.

This was not good. If it was broken, the other party might not want to sell it anymore, and even if they did, they would be wary. Once repaired, it would be easy for them to suspect it was tampered with deliberately just to buy the House of the Deceased.

Ange shook his head, “It’s not broken, wait.”

A dozen minutes later, silver coin once again attempted to connect to the House of the Deceased and this ti was successful. However, after taking a look inside, silver coin reported, “The House of the Deceased has beco sowhat odd, as if it’s beco a bit slower.”

Why it had beco slower, no one could understand, but without a doubt, it had sothing to do with Ange, though it was uncertain whether it would achieve the desired effect.

After about six days of waiting, silver coin suddenly received a ssage, “People from the Guild of the Dead have abruptly contacted to discuss the previous acquisition offer.”

The acquisition offer had been sent by the Silver Chamber of Comrce in their na quite a while ago, even posted as a reward within the House of the Deceased.

To post an offer to buy the House of the Deceased inside the House itself had indeed caused quite a stir at the ti.

The Guild of the Dead did a background check on silver coin to ensure this was not a joke but a serious offer from a major comrce guild with the necessary financial and human resources. They sent a letter declining the offer, and that was the end of it.

Receiving an offer to be bought was not a bad thing as it signified others recognizing your value. If it were those who overestimated themselves making trouble, the Guild of the Dead would have felt offended, but coming from the recently highly-esteed Silver Chamber of Comrce, it was not taken as an offense.

The Guild of the Dead simply declined without getting upset.

The Silver Chamber of Comrce, however, did not give up but instead kept sending offers now and then, giving gifts occasionally, and organizing social events to beco more familiar.

As silver coin said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to sell, but if you do consider selling, you’ll think of first. That’s all I need.”

Lioado, the vice president of the Guild of the Dead, was touched by silver coin’s persistence and had to be honest with him, “The House of the Deceased isn’t ours to sell. If you want to buy it, you have to talk to the Council of the Undead, as we are only responsible for its managent.”

Silver coin slapped his thigh, “Right, what we want to buy is the managent rights. The high-ups of the Council of the Undead likely don’t have the ti to manage this network, so as long as you sell the managent rights to and let deal with the Council of the Undead, the transaction is considered complete.”

“I can even continue using the Guild of the Dead’s na, maintain liaison with the high-ups as usual, and in terms of appearances, I would have joined the Council of the Undead, becoming the candidate for the next deputy chairman. You can just retire with the money and enjoy life, leaving the tedious work to .”

Hey, this approach seems quite feasible.

The Guild of the Dead only has three deputy chairn. The chairman is appointed by the Undead Empire, nominally in the na of Gust, but each liaison was a different Undead being, sotis an Undead, other tis a Witch, and most recently, a contact in a cloak, likely a Witch.

They don’t co around often, only on special occasions with a special Imprint to make contact.

For Undead beings, such special occasions might not happen even once in decades, leading to so vice chairn retiring without ever having t the liaison sent from above.

This leads to the vice chairn having an astonishing amount of authority. They could freely appoint successors without needing the approval of the Council of the Undead, only a simple report was required.

Of course, the Council of the Undead could revoke its approval, but such a thing had never happened before.

Therefore, the silver coin’s proposal was highly feasible; it rely required nominating the coin as one’s successor and reporting the next Vice President, thus achieving the goal of transferring managent rights.

Heart pounding, Lioado admitted to himself that as the Chairman of the Guild of the Dead, he didn’t earn much money and faced substantial risks, always a pri target for assassination by the Church of Light.

On the contrary, the Sorcerer Alliance didn’t pay him much attention because they also needed the platform of the House of the Deceased.

If the price was right, appointing the silver coin as the successor didn’t seem like a bad idea.

Now considering the feasibility, Lioado beca curious, “The House of the Deceased can only charge so managent and service fees, and the annual revenue isn’t much. After we pay everyone’s salary, there’s hardly anything left. Why do you want to buy it?”

The silver coin almost laughed out loud at that mont but managed to control himself, rely saying, “Our Comrce Guild needs this platform to better operate our business. If the Chairman does consider this, please prioritize us.”

The silver coin was on the verge of laughing himself to death. Such an excellent platform as the House of the Deceased was run by the Guild of the Dead with just enough managent and service fees to scrape by. It was laughably inadequate.

Using the Highest Power Mark to carry out so minor covert operations, the silver coin had already made a fortune in the past half year. If he could purchase it, he would be able to legitimately exploit it as much as he wanted, not just for profit but potentially to gain control over the economy of the entire plane.

Seeing such a great platform wasted, the silver coin felt a deep regret, worse than losing money for himself.

However, without any special circumstances, Lioado was not going to make a decision, and he also had to convince the other two Vice Presidents. That said, those two Vice Presidents were his protégés, so persuading them would be easy. If necessary, he could just have them killed.

And there it was, the special circumstance presented itself when the Relay Spirits started acting up.

Starting six days ago, Relay Spirits began exhibiting strange behaviors, and their consumption of Soul Crystals increased by an order of magnitude.

Previously, only six or seven hundred Soul Crystals a day were needed, but now even two thousand weren’t enough to satisfy their hunger, leading to a work stoppage if not fed.

One Relay Spirit consuming a thousand more Soul Crystals ant eighteen Relay Spirits would “excessively” consu twenty thousand a day, quickly emptying the coffers of the Guild of the Dead.

The day after, they reported the issue to the Council of the Undead, who sent the sa Cloaked individual to check, but no cause was found. The only comnt was, “It seems like the Relay Spirits are afraid.”

Unable to determine the cause and with no other peculiar changes, just an increased consumption of Soul Crystals, the Council of the Undead deliberated for two days. Ultimately, they told Lioado to feed more Soul Crystals, suggesting it might return to normal after a few days. If not, they would wait for His Majesty to free himself from his predicant.

The House of the Deceased was built by the Undead King himself, and only he could deeply repair it.

That word “wait” triggered Lioado to unconsciously think of the silver coin. Consuming tens of thousands of Soul Crystals more each day, the Guild of the Dead could afford it, but their profits would vanish, leaving them toiling for nothing.

Who knew when His Majesty would escape his confinent; if it took decades, wouldn’t Lioado have worked for nothing all his life?

After a few more days, when the Relay Spirits didn’t return to normal and instead consud more and more, Lioado could no longer wait.

He sounded out the other two Vice Presidents in private and discovered they had no desire to take over, instead avoiding the role completely. “Chairman, my mother-in-law is giving birth; I need to take so ti off.”

Not long after, the Guild of the Dead gained a fourth Vice President, though this one had quite a few ideas:

“There are so many bounty trading ssages posted daily that they quickly get pushed to the back. If we charge a little money, we can keep these ssages at the front all the ti. Do you think these rchants would be willing to pay for that?”

Lioado’s eyes glead with excitent as he nodded vigorously. Why hadn’t he thought of such a brilliant idea himself? This thod could easily double the Guild of the Dead’s profits every year.

He no longer wanted to transfer the Guild of the Dead to the silver coin. However, rembering the Soul Oath they had made, Lioado dismissed the thought of reneging.

Soon, visitors to the House of the Deceased noticed sothing strange: a purchase request for various types of fertilizer, with preference given to large quantities, remained constantly at the top of the list, visible to everyone as soon as they arrived.