Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1361

Chapter 1361: Chapter 922 How Do You Want to Die? Chapter 1361: Chapter 922 How Do You Want to Die? “Who are you? Why are you in our team channel?” Nagi asked in surprise and sternly.

“Hehe, my friend, you must be joking. You aren't using a magic pattern channel, it's an unauthenticated public channel. Just tweak it a little, and you can join in. What's so strange about that? Do you want a stargazing ticket? I'm Graystick, just a middleman. 199 for one, once you pass this grave, there'll be no more tombs, you see. The stargazing mirror has been sold out for the next half-year; miss me, and you'll have to wait another half-year.”

The middleman named Graystick spoke languidly.

“199 demon crystals, for how long?” Nagi thought for a moment and asked patiently.

“Twelve hours,” Graystick said.

“Damn you, you swindler. 199 demon crystals for only twelve hours? You might as well rob me!” Nagi exclaimed angrily.

There was no doubt that the stargazing mirror was a high-end artifact, but the right to use it for twelve hours could not possibly be worth two hundred demon crystals when that amount could buy a two-story house with a yard.

Graystick said leisurely, “I do rob people sometimes, but isn't this faster than robbing? People are handing me money directly, and all I need to do is give them a ticket.”

“You–” Nagi was about to say something angrily but suddenly, the Monarch's voice came into his ears, “Agree to it, give him the money.”

Because their communication channel had been accessed by someone else, the Monarch communicated directly through thoughts. Nagi lacked this ability and could only nod, saying in the channel, “Fine, I'll buy it. How do we make the trade? How do I know the ticket is genuine?”

Graystick's voice perked up, losing its lazy drawl, “Really want it? There's an Astrology Institute's imprint on the ticket. I'm here at the Teleportation Array's control tower, wearing a gray cloak, blue pants, and red boots. You'll see me when you come. Hand over the money and get the ticket.”

Nagi asked again, “How do I know the Astrology Institute's imprint is genuine?”

Graystick snorted with disdain, “Can't tell the difference between a true and a false Astrology Institute's imprint, and you're here to look at the stargazing mirror? Don't you know that the Astrology Institute's imprint is the star map? Without any astrological abilities, who could forge the Astrology Institute's imprint?”

Nagi rubbed his nose in embarrassment, his lack of knowledge showing. He was about to say something when the Monarch's voice came again, “Give it to him. There's no need to waste time over a few hundred demon crystals.”

To a ruler of a realm, problems that could be solved with money were no problems at all, which is why the rich liked to use money to solve their issues–the most cost-efficient method. To them, time was far more valuable.

Nagi reluctantly said, “Fine, my person is coming over for the transaction now.”

The Monarch's voice echoed in Ange's soul, “Ange, you go get it. Leave a mark on him, we'll find him later.”

Money can solve issues, but how do you solve the problem of 'no money'?

Ange nodded and walked over to the control tower, spotting the cloaked figure immediately.

Ange held up the bag containing the demon crystals, and the cloaked figure looked surprised at Ange's hand. Curbing his curiosity, he handed over a ticket.

Seeing the imprint on the ticket, Ange immediately understood why the Astrology Institute's imprints were said to be unforgable. It was an extremely complex star map, similar to the coordinate system for planes at the world's transit stations. Concentrate on it, and the imprint would project directly into your thoughts.

Such a complex star map would make ordinary people dizzy at a glance, but to a professional, the authenticity was apparent–all it took was noticing a star out of place or a constellation inverted.

A small imprint indeed separated experts from laypeople and was genuinely difficult to fake.

As Ange took the ticket, his fingertip brushed against the other's, squeezing there and releasing here–the transaction was complete.

Above them was the control tower, no place for troublemaking. Graystick stood his ground, watched Ange and the others leave, and then merged into the crowd, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

On their way to the Astrology Institute, Nagi, holding the ticket, asked at the entrance and quickly came back with a darkened face, “Kvada, we've been swindled.”

“Is the ticket fake?” the Monarch asked in a deep voice.

“The ticket is real, but it's for daytime. The visibility during the day is low, and you can't see the Boundless Space Hole in the daytime during the first half of the year,” Nagi said.

The Monarch laughed, “It's been a while since anyone's fooled me, but it's good Ange left an Imprint. Let's go catch the swindler.”

Graystick moved through the noisy market, through the crowded workshops, and entered a shop selling fresh flowers. He purposefully rubbed against the flowers a few times before exiting through the shop's back door and finally arriving at a house on the corner of the street, where he pushed the door open and went inside.

Back home, Graystick finally let out a sigh of relief, took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a delicate face, but oddly, his skin was a waxen yellow.

Graystick washed his face with a damp towel, revealing his true skin color, a light green, and peeled off a layer of paper from his ears, uncovering pointy ears. Was he actually a Goblin?

However, compared to the shorter stature of typical Goblins, Graystick's height was obviously over the normal Goblin range, almost the same as a human's. Can Goblins grow that tall?

Having shed his disguise, an excited Graystick pulled out his money bag and counted the Demon Crystals inside. Once he confirmed the number was correct, he lay down on the floor with a satisfied 'ha' sound.

“Big business, ah, the people in the Royal City are foolish and wealthy. If only I had come here sooner, ha…” Graystick chuckled excitedly and contentedly to herself, earning a whole one hundred and ninety-nine Demon Crystals from a single daytime Stargazing Ticket.

Daytime Stargazing Tickets are worthless, while nighttime tickets typically cost twenty Demon Crystals each. Now, because of the emergence of Light Point Fortress, the price has soared to fifty Demon Crystals each. As for the daytime ones, they're either given away or bundled for free; essentially, they're worthless.

Even if it were fifty per nighttime ticket, selling one for one hundred and ninety-nine would be an immense profit, let alone a daytime ticket.

Unfortunately, she couldn't get her hands on nighttime tickets, they were indeed all snatched up, sold out six months in advance. If you wanted to buy one, you'd have to wait six months.

By that time, the star patterns would have shifted to the daylight hours. If you then wanted to see the Light Point Fortress, you'd have to buy a daytime ticket, and according to Light Point Fortress's progress, it might just pass through the Boundless Space Hole and arrive here in half a year.

This was her biggest income since arriving in the Royal City. She wouldn't need to open her business for half a year; she could live off this profit for several years, so very profitable, thanks to the blessings of the God of Business…

Thinking this, Graystick suddenly thought of something, jumped up from the ground, and went to the corner to pry open a hidden compartment. She pulled out a Goblin Statue, arranged it properly, then offered two Demon Crystals and began to pray:
“Blessed by the God of Business, I offer forth a hundred and one, please bless me with fortune when my left eye twitches, to find money when I step out, to dine and drink for free, to be showered with Gold Coins, a house full of Demon Crystals.”

As she prayed, the Goblin Statue suddenly shone with a divine light, and the two Demon Crystals disappeared with a swoosh.

“Hoo– ah!” Graystick exhaled a long breath, opened her eyes, and screamed, because before her, two figures had appeared silently, one a Leather Armored Swordsman and the other a Cloaked Figure.

Graystick recognized the Cloaked Figure; it was the Mechanical Construct she had traded with. Oh heavens, the victim had tracked her down.

The Monarch, in the guise of a Leather Armored Swordsman, asked 'kindly', “A Goblin? This tall? No matter, Goblin, how do you wish to die?”

No matter how the Monarch decided to deal with the Goblin, Ange wandered around the room on his own, soon spotting a pile of Astrology Tickets on the table. He picked one up casually, looked at it for a while, and suddenly Ange had a great idea.

Chapter end

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