Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1353

Chapter 1353: Chapter 914: Don't Talk Nonsense, How Could I Not Believe in the Undead? Chapter 1353: Chapter 914: Don't Talk Nonsense, How Could I Not Believe in the Undead? Goblin Nagi was a second-hand goods merchant. However, that was how he referred to himself; others called him Vulture, Scavenger, and Corpse Picker since most of his goods were acquired from battlefields or piles of the dead, always fairly priced and never deceiving the living–or the dead.

Of course, the deceased were not skilled in bargaining, and most of the time, it was Nagi who decided the price. As long as there was a beneficiary, Nagi would pay; otherwise, he'd rather not take the item, revealing him as a principled Goblin.

Thus, among low-ranked soldiers and mercenaries, Nagi's reputation was very good. Some private goods that were inconvenient for others to handle were discreetly marked for Nagi to take care of.

Today, he received a marker claiming there was a Chaos Stone Farm that contained numerous abandoned Mechanical Constructs from the Divine Light Association, and they wanted him to pick them up.

Business at the doorstep, Nagi was not slow, quickly teleporting over in his lumberjack robot.

While others might favor flying in airships or cars, Nagi had a unique taste of driving a lumberjack construct everywhere–mainly because the versatile construct, equipped with a clamp and a circular saw, could be used for fighting, dismantling, carrying, protecting, camping, building…
After arriving at the farm, Nagi indeed found many Mechanical Constructs in a warehouse. The farm's Chaos Tree had suffered nearly 60% damage, and the rest were in recovery, wilting without bearing fruit, thus not requiring any construct labor.

Even if needed, Ange would not let them work, not wanting to rob himself of pleasure or waste Soul Energy. These constructs required 'Monarch' level soul energy to operate.

Ange planned to harvest the Chaos Stones first, and if needed later, he would just add some to the constructs.

At that moment, a pile of intact constructs hung on racks, with the broken ones piled in a corner where Ange was rummaging.

Nagi turned on the construct's headlamp, sweeping the warehouse with normal white light, followed by red, blue, and green lights, before marching inside.

Approaching the nearest construct, Nagi switched the lumberjack construct to guard mode, then climbed out.

Holding a Gold-touch Stick in his hand, he touched the construct on the rack, muttering, “Joint wear, sole wear, second-hand personal use, normal wear, 70% new, one Level 1 Automatic Construct.”

After muttering, he said to the construct, “I offer you twenty Demon Crystals, do you agree?”

The construct, of course, did not respond. They had no soul, only preset functions like watering, fertilizing, and picking, voice-controlled, all operated through a chest-mounted Black Crystal.

Nagi did not need the construct's response; a response might have even startled him. He simply continued, “Your silence means agreement. Alright, twenty Demon Crystals, deal.”

Nagi took out his notebook and recorded the transaction. Since the construct did not respond, the twenty Demon Crystals would be paid to the person who had sent him the marker.

If the construct had responded, or if someone were to emerge suddenly and prove ownership, then the twenty Demon Crystals would go to the owner of the construct.

After the record, Nagi took out a large bag, removed the construct from the rack, stuffed it into the bag, and then moved onto the next one.

“Second-hand personal use, normal wear, 60% new, one Level 1 construct, priced at eighteen Demon Crystals.”

“Second-hand personal use, normal wear, marked for repair, 50% new, one Level 1 construct, priced at ten Demon Crystals.”

“Second-hand personal use…”
Nagi quickly finished evaluating the constructs on the racks, then turned to the other half of the warehouse to the boxes: “Dry goods, not valuable, priced at one Gold Coin.”

These dry goods would be expensive if shipped from the Divine Light Association, but cheap if purchased from the Empire. Now that the war was over, food prices had plummeted, making dry goods even less valuable.

Finally, Nagi turned to Ange's corner, completely unaware that a shadow was silently moving across the warehouse floor and entering the chest of the lumberjack construct.

Nagi picked through the pile of broken constructs, removing decent-looking arms and legs, muttering, “Second-hand spare parts, left arm, 60% new, priced at one Demon Crystal.”

“Second-hand spare parts, left leg, 40% new, priced at one Demon Crystal.”

“Ordinary Black Crystal, two Demon Crystals.”

“Hey, why is there a complete Level 1 construct here? Little wear, 80% new, second-hand personal use, normal wear, one Level 1 construct, priced at thirty Demon Crystals, do you agree?”

Nagi asked routinely, not expecting an answer, but this construct actually shook its head.

“Ah!” Nagi was startled, dropped Ange, and scrambled toward the lumberjack construct, only to find the hatch had somehow closed.

Unable to open the hatch despite several attempts, Nagi, frustrated, began to punch the hatch, forgetfully that the construct was set to guard mode; a flash of electricity sent him flying.

Falling to the ground, Nagi quickly got up and looked toward Ange's direction, just in time to see Ange awkwardly getting up.

After all, due to the joints, each motion of a construct appeared eerie compared to normal people.

Nagi had been traveling north and south for many years and had seen many things. Anxiously, he pulled out an alchemy ball from his bosom and muttered, “I've seen the Undead, may the Undead God bless… don't come over!”

The last sentence he shouted out, while lifting the alchemy ball, showing it to Ange as if trying to frighten him.

Ange was stunned, but not because of the alchemy ball, but because of Nagi's muttering 'may the Undead God bless.' Could this goblin actually be a follower of the Undead God?

Indeed he was a follower, for as Nagi muttered, a stream of invisible Faith Elemental Force emanated from him, drifted in front of Ange, entered the Black Crystal on his chest, and formed an Imprint.

Not only was he a follower, but he was also one of those followers with exceptionally strong wills, capable of becoming a node that supports the network of Faith Elemental Force.

Seeing Ange dazed, Nagi thought it was because of the alchemy ball, sighed in relief, and quickly said, “I'm sorry, friend, I'm Goblin Nagi, a second-hand goods merchant specializing in buying various valuable items at fair prices. If you have items to sell, I can offer a reasonable price, or I can leave immediately without offense.”

Known as a Vulture, a corpse picker, Nagi had naturally encountered many Undead and experienced moments when a corpse suddenly opened its eyes while he was scavenging on it.

It was shocking, but not frightful, just a bit panicked mainly because the logging Mechanical Construct couldn't be operated anymore.

This logging Mechanical Construct he had purchased by spending his entire fortune was no ordinary logging tool but a combat construct. Its exterior was equipped with Dragon Pattern Steel Armor and underwent extensive enchantments and modifications.

Could the hatch have been accidentally closed?

However, as he was distracted by these thoughts, something sharp slowly pressed against his neck. Turning his head, he found it was the circular saw of the logging Mechanical Construct.

The eyes of the logging construct flashed a purple-red light as they focused on Nagi. The arm with the circular saw raised, pressing the massive blade against Nagi's neck. It could easily cut him in half if it started spinning.

Nagi swallowed hard and said with difficulty, “Let's… let's talk this out.”

The saw blade gently pressed against his neck.

Nagi instantly understood what that meant and slowly put down the alchemy ball, then rolled it forward.

The ball rolled to Ange's feet.

Ange picked it up and, after a glance, recognized what it was–a weapon similar to an Annihilation Sphere, which, once activated and thrown, would unleash a powerful shockwave, obliterating soul or material.

Ange pocketed it and asked, “How much?”

“Ah?” Nagi was befuddled by the question. How much? His neck was still under the pressure of the circular saw, and they were talking about money?

As he hesitated, the circular saw moved away from his neck, and the logging construct stepped back.

Relieved from the oppression of the saw, Nagi carefully inquired, “What money?”

Ange pointed at his bag and asked, “The purchase, how much?”

“Oh, you mean this?” Nagi exhaled a sigh of relief–it was a good sign that the other party wanted to talk about the price.

He quickly pulled out his ledger and calculated, “A total of sixty Mechanical Constructs, averaging twenty Demon Crystals each, that makes one thousand one hundred sixty Demon Crystals. Invoicing will include a five percent fee, so one thousand one hundred two. Do you need an invoice?”

Ange shook his head blankly. Invoice? What invoice?

Nagi then pointed to the pile of damaged constructs in the corner and said, “Those incomplete ones, priced by parts, one Demon Crystal each, two for Black Crystals. Is that okay?”

Ange shook his head.

“Not the right price? Or you don't want to sell?” As it came to the trade, Nagi's shrewdness as a merchant returned, he said in difficulty, “These parts aren't worth much, incomplete as they are. I'm only buying them for spare parts, so I can't offer much. If…”

“I won't sell,” Ange stated.

“Oh well, then one thousand one hundred two Demon Crystals, cash or Magic Crystal Card?” Nagi asked.

Ange took the Demon Crystals and casually set them aside, then turned and asked, “You, why do you believe in the Undead?”

He had followed Nagi's words and completed the transaction just now, not for the meager amount of Demon Crystals. Ange had not seen such a small amount in many years–he was just testing Nagi's Imprint.

Because of this Imprint, he had already formed a Faith Elemental Force network with Nagi–they were just two nodes, but Ange could clearly sense Nagi's emotions.

From this faith-based perception, Ange ascertained that Nagi was genuinely buying and was not being coerced by the circular saw's threat–this canceled any plan Ange had of killing Nagi.

Surprisingly, as soon as the words left his mouth, Nagi repeatedly denied, “What? Believe in the Undead? No, that's not it, don't talk nonsense, how could I possibly believe in Undead? I'm a goblin, a follower of the God of Trade.”

Chapter end

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