Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1364

Chapter 1364: Chapter 925 This Is My Confidence Chapter 1364: Chapter 925 This Is My Confidence Sitting in the carriage, Ange fiddled with the Holy Light in his hand, feeling a new realization: a fanatic believer of the Goddess of Beauty could indeed burst forth such a massive amount of Faith Elemental Force.

When Ange first met Lisa, she actually mistook him for a stealer of the Holy Light. The establishment of a faith node was based purely on Holy Light and ultimately, she defined it as a Face Purification Technique.

At that time, Ange was still a rookie among the Gods, inheriting the Undead Godhood but not knowing how to use it, let alone measure the magnitude of Divine Power.

Now it was different, there was no more seasoned deity in the whole Void, including this world.

Because of various energy level upgrades, the Divine Power System did not have an obvious advantage here, hence divine might was not prominent.

Just like the Lord of Mourning could slaughter the Gods of Light in the Master Plane, but here he was overturned by a Mercenary Group, even a god-level mercenary could not be beaten–who would regard you as a God.

With a full understanding of the Divine Power System, Ange finally realized how much 'oil and water' could be squeezed out of a fanatic. Not only did Graystick dedicate enough Faith Elemental Force to change her face, but the excess part was enough for Ange to use the Purify technique twenty more times.

With one use of the Purify technique as a unit, it meant that Graystick had dedicated twenty-one units of Faith Elemental Force, and it was still flowing incessantly.

Sitting opposite in the carriage, the delighted Graystick caressed her face and arms, smiling foolishly with an adoring gaze. Whenever she looked at Ange, her adoration and admiration were overwhelming, the Faith Elemental Force unceasingly flowing, ding, there it was–twenty-two units.

If it had been before, Ange wouldn't have bothered measuring the amount of Divine Power because it was too much, since using Divine Power randomly wouldn't deplete it, the magnitude of Divine Power was meaningless.

But now it was different, Ange's projection here was only a thought, without even a soul, and to perform the Face Purification Technique, Graystick had to first believe in him, then use her dedicated Faith Elemental Force to execute the technique, equating to milking the cow to feed it–self-sufficiency.

The extra twenty… one unit, was pure profit, and this input-to-output ratio made Ange's inner Subordinate God of Commerce soul yearn to ignite.

Lost in thought, the carriage gradually came to a stop. At the driver's seat in front, Nagi's voice rang out, “Green Elf Priestess, Miss Mavanti, has come to visit.”

Sticking to the script, Graystick rolled back the carriage curtain and gazed out at the gate with a cold face.

The guards erupted in a series of unintelligible exclamations, low murmurs, and secretive whispers, then someone swiftly opened the gate, someone else hurried off to announce their arrival, chaos ensued.

Originally their plan was to take the Stargazing Ticket and discreetly blend into the party, take a quick glance at the Astrological Mirror, and leave. But once Ange had created that natural silk long dress, Nagi knew there was no way to stay low-profile.

“This face, with this dress, and accompanied by some jewelry, would be the center of attention at the Royal Family's evening banquet, let alone a mere Merchant Federation's Stargazing Reception.” Nagi said with difficulty.

“What do you mean?” the Monarch asked disapprovingly, “You think she's poor, Ange created the dress, and now you're complaining she's too ostentatious? Can you even do your job? Are we, the Monarchy, supposed to help you out here? What exactly is your worth then?”

Instantly sweating profusely, Nagi pondered. The term 'worth' was brought up–if worthless, then you shouldn't exist, right? Under the pressure of death, Nagi instantly had a solution.

“If we can't keep a low profile, then let's go high-profile. Graystick is a very rare Green Elf, a Green Elf Priestess personally paying a visit. The Merchant Federation wouldn't dare send us away even if they hadn't invited us. We only request a look at the Stargazing Mirror; surely the Merchant Federation can afford that much face,” Nagi said.

“What if they refuse?” asked the Monarch.

“Then we'll note them in our little book, looking for a chance to pour boiling water on the money tree in their home.” Nagi said viciously.

“Not good? Well, they're a religious group, right? We could sneak into some of their branches and swap their idols for ones of the Goddess of Beauty.”

“So what do we do? We can't beat them.”

The Monarch responded sardonically, “Great, I can tell you're mocking me.”

“Not at all, how could that be? Your Majesty, you're peerlessly brave and invincible, how could you not defeat them?” It had to be said that Nagi was shrewd, quickly deducing that the Monarch was not the violently-tempered sort, instinctively learning the sardonic tone characteristic of Negris.

If the Monarch had been brutal, Negris wouldn't have survived a single chapter. After being sardonically addressed, the Monarch decided to accept this plan. It wasn't like he could challenge the Business Federation alone.

And so, the brand new Green Elf Priestess, Miss Mavanti, was born. To underscore her nobility, Ange cut a fingernail-sized piece of the Heart of the Elf, and used natural growth methods to create a forehead chain for her, with the shard of the Heart of the Elf embedded, dangling above her brow.

All who saw her were drawn to the fragment of the Heart of the Elf, filled with natural essence and Life Force, with no time to ponder the slight nervousness on Graystick's face.

The nervousness of a pauper means she's unaccustomed to the environment; the nervousness of a noble Elf Priestess means the environment must be making her uncomfortable, prompting a swift change of scenery.

Fulco, the head of the Business Federation's branch in the Royal City, rushed over and was stunned by the grandeur radiating from Mavanti. Feeling the 'fellow trader' aura about her, he was immediately convinced of her identity.

Divinity is a hard thing to fake, and Fulco, being a godman… a staff member, could easily discern whether someone was a colleague, er, the Merchant Federation was accustomed to calling a colleague a 'fellow trader,' hence he was certain that she was a clergy member, perfectly fitting the 'priestess' profile.

Only that this Priestess seemed very high-ranking, what was that on her forehead? Such a strong Life Force.

After a bout of aimless pondering, Fulco finally noticed the slight tension on Miss Mavanti's face, looked around, and immediately understood the situation.

He personally saw to it that everyone around was sent away and then approached to greet her himself, “Esteemed Miss Mavanti, welcome to our establishment. Your arrival makes even the most beautiful flowers lose their luster.”

Miss Mavanti offered a slight smile, thinking of Nagi's instruction, and said stiffly, “Hello.”

On the way here, Nagi had repeatedly reminded her not to say more than four words at a time, not to use honorifics, not to use 'please', and to think more about 'want'.

“I want to have a look,” stated Miss Mavanti.

Fulco was slightly taken aback and involuntarily glanced at Nagi beside her.

This gesture was subconscious, born from familiarity; some people of high status express their desires in such a manner, leaving communication to the servants.

By doing this, Fulco showed that he truly sensed the 'prestige' emanating from Miss Mavanti: she must be a priest deeply devoted to serving the divine, not much concerned with worldly affairs.

Nagi promptly stepped forward to shake hands, saying, “Here's the thing, Chairman Fulco, Miss Mavanti was passing through the Royal City and heard about the rumor of Light Point Fortress. She wishes to see it for herself, but alas, the timeslots for the Astrological Mirror are fully booked, and she didn't want to disturb the Royal Family.”

“Having heard of Chairman Fulco's kindness, broad connections, and many friends, and knowing him to be a helpful person, she made a special visit to request a viewing of the Astrological Mirror. I wonder if Chairman Fulco could satisfy Miss Mavanti's small wish?” Nagi said.

The look on Fulco's face was one of flattered surprise, “Of course, of course, it would be an honor for the Merchant Federation. I will immediately have the Astrological Mirror cleared for Miss Mavanti's exclusive viewing.”

Then, lowering his voice, he spoke to Nagi, “May I ask, have we met before?”

“Nagi, call me Nagi, a fortunate freelance merchant. Miss Mavanti, being new to this place, has chosen me to guide her, which I find a great honor,” replied Nagi.

Fulco responded with an understanding expression, grip on Nagi's hand growing firmer, “I see, I appreciate your kind words; you, my friend, are a deal made.”

Nagi instantly grasped the handshake with understanding.

Arriving in the now-empty Stargazing Room with no outsiders present, the Monarch immediately questioned Nagi, “I feel like there's a hidden message in what you said to the chairman. Do you two know each other already? Are you using this method to exchange information and plan to double-cross us?”

“How could that be possible! It was a mere legitimate business interaction. What was my first sentence? I called him 'Chairman Fulco,' indicating that I know him, and hence later he asked if we had 'met before.'”
“I said Miss Mavanti had heard that he was 'kind and eager to help'–how could she possibly hear about him unless it was from me?”

“I was indicating my role in this matter, emphasizing 'broad connections,' and suggesting that knowing Miss Mavanti could expand his network.”

“Then he promptly inquired about my identity; upon hearing I'm a freelance merchant, he promptly expressed gratitude and indicated that he would remember me as a friend. That is to say, he recognized my role and that similar opportunities would be directed his way in the future, and he wouldn't forget about this friend.”

“It was a simple business interaction, and my way of speaking like this was to show that I'm an insider in the industry, hoping he wouldn't make any underhanded moves,” explained Nagi with a shrug.

The Monarch had an epiphany; there were so many undertones to decipher. It wasn't about being clever enough to understand them–if one wasn't familiar with the industry, it would be easy to miss the mark.

“You're so adept at these interactions, how did you end up as a lowly junk merchant?” the Monarch asked, curious.

Although Nagi often emphasized that he was a secondhand merchant, essentially, he collected junk.

“I happen to enjoy collecting scrap freely and–”
“Hm?” Nagi hadn't finished speaking when he heard the Monarch grunt, startling him into an awkward smile and speaking the truth, “In terms of business interactions, the method isn't important; it's the confidence that counts. No matter how eloquent I am, I'm still just a junk collector at heart.”

“But now, with the natural silk series of high-end orders, the miraculous beauty-enhancing care that energizes at a single glance, and ornaments that surge with life, I could even say I'm a con artist, and they wouldn't believe me–that is my confidence.”

“It's like driving up in a Roswell's Starry Luxury Flying Ship to a banquet and then saying it's rented; would they believe it? Of course, they would, but such an airship can only be rented, not by an average person. Being able to rent it is my confidence.”

“Personal ability isn't important; what's important is the confidence given by the platform, which makes such a method meaningful,” Nagi declared.

In the meantime, while the Monarch was having a casual conversation with Nagi, Ange had approached the Astrological Mirror and began deftly operating it. The device was similar in principle to those at Stellaris Academy, albeit much larger, and hence Ange was not unfamiliar with it.

A few minutes later, he saw what he was looking for, “There it is–the Little Ghost–on its way. This child…”

…
Having confirmed that the Little Ghost was approaching, Ange could no longer sit still; it had already attracted considerable attention in this world. Soon, a multitude of people would attempt to intercept it; he needed to establish contact before the crowd could corner the Little Ghost.

While bidding farewell to Fulco, who was very keen to keep them for longer, Miss Mavanti sternly shook her head. Then, Nagi stepped forward to explain that Miss Mavanti had seen some inauspicious divine omens and needed to hurry back to report them.

However, as they passed through the hall and saw a crowd praying around a central statue, a wave of Faith Elemental Force resonated among the people and the statue.

Ange cocked his head to the side, reaching to grasp a sculpture in his embrace.

Chapter end

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