The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons

Chapter 1151 It’s better to give the magic crystal

Chapter 1151 It’s better to give the magic crystal

"And...you still want money?" The Grand Speaker couldn't believe it. They had become so close, yet he still wanted money?

"Grand Speaker, you are such a joke. The whole rescue mission is urgent, dangerous and extremely difficult. We have invested so many resources, wouldn't it be a loss if we don't charge you? We can't let the people who come to rescue you make a loss, right?" Silver Coin said dissatisfiedly.

The Grand Speaker felt that his nonexistent brain began to ache again. If he had known, he would not have come back so soon. The Grand Speaker had plenty of other things, but he was not good at making money.

Judging from the experience of treating the light disaster last time, these people would be as easy as scraping your bones when they take your money. They are definitely not something that can be dismissed with a few small coins. Realizing this, the Great Speaker gritted his teeth and tried to establish a relationship with them: "We are all so close now. It's not good to take money. Don't you regard me as a friend?"

Silver Coin rubbed his palms together fiercely and said seriously: "It is because I regard you as my friend that I want to collect money. Otherwise, money will taint our pure friendship. Let me calculate it for you."

"How many magic crystals are needed to teleport a person across dimensions?" Silver Coin asked.

The Speaker had a rough idea of ​​the price: "Five magic crystals?"

Silver Coin nodded: "Yes, for teleportation within the same plane, only half a magic crystal is needed for one person, but for teleportation across planes, the price immediately increases tenfold, because the teleportation array itself consumes three magic crystals. Adding the loss, four out of five magic crystals are costs. How many people have we rescued?"

"Four...four hundred thousand?" There are more than four hundred thousand people in Table Mountain and nearby settlements. Anyway, they are basically nowhere to be seen now. They are probably all teleported away. Four hundred thousand times five...two million?

The Grand Speaker felt his bones tighten instantly, and quickly said, "But you are not using a teleportation array."

Silver Coin clapped his hands fiercely: "Yes, that's why it's more expensive. You see, the Tree of Life opened up a space channel. Only in this way can more than 400,000 people be transferred to a safe place in a short period of time, but it consumes the vitality of the Tree of Life. Vitality, can it be measured by money? What if the life of the Lord of Life is shortened because of this?"

The Grand Speaker felt dizzy after listening to this. Of course he knew what level the Lord of Life was. The loss of the Lord of Life's lifespan could not be measured by money at all. If he had known this earlier, he would not have said anything more. It would have been much better to just count it according to the teleportation array.

The Grand Chancellor wisely shut his mouth. Seeing him like this, Silver Coin knew that he had given up and could do whatever he wanted.

But who is Silver Coin? He is an honest businessman and must make sure that the other party's money is spent clearly and willingly, so he continued, "The Lord of Life has a deep friendship with you, so this kind of loss will not be counted. Just count the cost, which is 1.6 million magic crystals. Next, do you know how much value our Lord can create in one hour?"

Silver Coin made a gesture: "Six million. Our masters can create at least six million magic crystals in one hour. Great Speaker, if you can kill the Mourning Bone Dragon, we will pay you to help us make something. Do you think six million an hour is worth it?"

The Grand Speaker's mind raced, wanting to say it wasn't worth it. He had never thought about how much money it would take to hire himself. If six million magic crystals an hour, it didn't seem unacceptable.

But thinking about it carefully, if he was really hired for a few hours, he could do a lot of things. What if he was asked to rob the treasury of the six major departments? Or kill a few dragons?

I can easily earn six million, so I can't say it's not worth it. But what if this goblin offers six million to hire me on the spot?

After thinking it over, the Grand Speaker smiled helplessly.

Silver Coin continued, "We came to save you because of our friendship, so these don't count. Otherwise, even if we had millions more, we wouldn't be able to hire our master, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." What could the Grand Chancellor say? He could only nod his head hastily. The goblin pushed and pulled, making the Grand Chancellor feel like he was riding a speeding snail.

"However, our lord and the old man suffered heavy losses in killing the Mourning Bone Dragon. Our old man even lost a Chaos Scythe, which was condensed from the Chaos Mist. We can't let ourselves bear this kind of loss, right?" Silver Coin changed the subject.

The Grand Chancellor's bones suddenly ached. Chaos Mist? It would be better to just give it to the Magic Crystal.

"You see, we have suffered huge losses in order to rescue your people. We have caused irreparable consumption and lost a huge amount of resources."

"If you don't pay the fee, next time you encounter this kind of thing, we may not be able to rescue you because we don't have the money. After all, we old man no longer have a second Chaos Scythe." Silver Coin concluded with his hands spread out.

It was so reasonable and heartfelt that even the Speaker felt it was unreasonable not to pay, but he had no money.

Normally he didn't save magic crystals, and the last light disaster drained all his assets. The only thing he could take out was the Chaos Mist.

But he didn't have much Chaos Mist, and giving it all away might not be enough. Anyway, after hearing the silver coins listed, the Speaker felt that the Chaos Mist he had was not enough, and he also needed it, so why not...

The Grand Speaker spread his hands and said, "I don't have any money, nor do I have any Chaos Mist. However, I know there is a place with a lot of Chaos Mist, but I don't know where it is."

Silver Coin was stunned: "What do you mean."

Anthony also came over and asked with interest: "What do you mean?"

Will there be any unexpected gains? Can your majesty's needs also be met?

Originally, Anthony just wanted to swallow up the people under the Grand Chancellor, and also eat up a part of the Table Mountain plane, and let the Grand Chancellor sell half of the plane to them. He didn't expect that there was still "a lot of chaos fog"?

The Grand Chancellor said: "There is a dimensional space where the Mourning Undead Soldiers are cultivated. They first capture some talented humans and transform them into liches, then preserve their life boxes and continue to cultivate them."

"The cultivation process requires a large amount of death aura, soul energy, and chaos mist. The process is also cruel. They found that the flesh of corpse witches would affect efficiency and waste chaos mist, so they would peel off their flesh and organs, leaving only the skeleton and heart."

"Although it won't hurt, those undead soldiers will see themselves dangling with a heart hanging on them every day. Many of them will go crazy because they can't stand it. For those who fail, their souls will dissipate directly. The success rate is not high. Among 100,000 undead soldiers, less than half of them may become mourners."

"If successful, we can put the skin and flesh they peeled off back onto the skeleton, and use secret methods to heal it, and it will become what it is now," said the Grand Speaker.

Everyone suddenly understood: "So this is how the purple gold skeleton and ordinary flesh of the mourning undead soldier are formed. No wonder the flesh and bones don't match."

"This is too cruel. After peeling off the skin and flesh, only a heart is left. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

The Grand Speaker went on to say, "After the mourning undead soldiers are cultivated, they will be reincarnated using the life box. Their souls will be wrapped in a special cloth. After reincarnation, they will only have the memories before the life box was branded."

Nagris patted his waist muscles and said: "It is indeed the resurrection of the life box. The resurrected soul and body have affinity and can fit perfectly."

"Special cloth? The Holy Shroud?" Anthony said in surprise.

The Grand Speaker shook his head and said, "I don't know. I go back there every few decades, stay there for a hundred or so years, and then come back. The Southern Crown also transports things from there."

"I know it's in a rough range, but I don't know its exact location. If we can get in there, we can get a lot of Chaos Mist that they use to cultivate the Undead Soldiers of Mourning."

(End of this chapter)