Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1392

Chapter 1392: Chapter 953: Are There Mourning Undead Soldiers for Sale? Chapter 1392: Chapter 953: Are There Mourning Undead Soldiers for Sale? “Don't, don't, let's buy a smaller piece. This one is too big to drag back.” After some persuasion, they finally dissuaded Ange from dragging the whole black market away, and the group entered the black market.

Silver Coin patted the pocket next to him and said, “Lord, you guys go browse around, I'm going to take a look over there.”

Inside the pocket were thirteen Space Ornaments, and clearly Silver Coin planned to maximize their benefits.

The Monarch nodded, kicked the Swift Wind Rabbit slightly, “Follow and protect Silver Coin.”

The rabbit's eyes bulged, incredulously saying, “Are you insane, having me protect him? Do I look like I can beat him? Who should be protecting whom?”

Despite Silver Coin rubbing his hands looking harmless and all about money-making, the Swift Wind Rabbit knew exactly what he was dealing with – an avatar of a God. How was he, a soul lodged in a rabbit's body, supposed to protect him?

Moreover, Silver Coin was just an avatar. The rabbit was the main body; facing danger, Silver Coin would at most lose an avatar, while he himself would be doomed.

In such an unfamiliar place, it's safest to stick close to the strongest support; he wasn't about to risk it by following Silver Coin on an adventure.

Silver Coin quickly said, “No need, no need, it's too big and too conspicuous, I can manage on my own, keep it low-key.”

The Swift Wind Rabbit 'stood' up angrily, showing its 'slender' legs, hands on its hips and angrily said, “Who are you calling fat? I'm just fluffy. I'm the God of Swift Wind, and you dare call me fat? Come on, let's race a hundred meters, and I'll give you a ninety-five meters head start.”

“You win, you win.” Silver Coin raised his hands, pulled up his hood, and walked towards the liveliest area.

Among so many people, Silver Coin was actually the one doing serious business, while the rest of them, with a leisurely mindset, squeezed into the market area too.

“Let's go, see what new interesting things they have,” Negris called out.

In fact, once here, one would understand why the Royal Magicians couldn't blockade this place; it was virtually impossible to catch anyone. The area was crisscrossed with complex terrain, and just walking inside was confusing enough, let alone organizing a raid.

The geology of volcanic rock here resembled a huge porous volcanic stone. Every small pit on the surface was an entrance; every lava tube inside was a natural passage. No amount of troops could block it.

Moreover, there were about twenty Teleportation Arrays inside. Any small disturbance, and everyone would scatter, much like students at Auburnli who could never be stopped from skipping classes.

The Teleportation Array from which Ange's group emerged was one of these, and they themselves didn't know exactly where they were. Just following the passage, on both sides were various small stalls and vendors.

Some set up a table and chairs, others held or wore their goods in hand, and some with a secretive air came up to ask, “Interested in Illusion Books?”

“Illusion Books? What are they used for?” asked the Monarch, puzzled.

Negris said, “It's those books that show illusions when opened. Your spiritual power is too strong, you probably have never seen them.”

Both the Monarch and Ange could see through even the most realistic Illusion Territories, so naturally, these low-grade Illusion Books were not for them.

“Oh, they are Magic Illusion books. Why are they called Illusion Books? Is it about the illusions of different colors?” The Monarch asked, still confused.

“Yes, yes, Illusion as in different colors, nothing interesting, move along,” Negris casually dismissed and hurried everyone along.

Nagi, lingering at the back, grabbed the secretive guy and asked, “What kind? Maid? Female Knight? Black silk? Can I try them? No, I mean, I don't really want to watch, I actually want to critique.”

While walking and looking, they indeed found many items imbued with Divine Power, but most were like the piece of wood at the beginning, merely soaked in Divine Blood thus having a reaction of Divine Power.

“Why are so many things soaked in Divine Blood? Some aren't even weapons, they wouldn't break a God's defense, could it be that a God fell right on top of them when they died?” Negris asked, surprised.

Swift Wind Rabbit sneered, “A rag soaked in Divine Blood becomes a Holy Shroud, a piece of wood becomes a Holy Ark, a book becomes a Divine Nerve; the price can increase tenfold, so the best-selling is often the Divine Blood itself.”

Negris frowned, feeling that there was more to the rabbit's words, but he didn't quite catch it.

Nagi leaned in and reminded, “They're counterfeiting.”

“Oh, so it's about fakes, huh, Kvada, these crooked traders.” Negris exclaimed angrily.

After Negris had vented his anger, Nagi leaned in again: “Lord Nage, could you lend me some money?”

“Lending money? What do you want to buy? How much?” Negris asked.

“Just need some study materials, thirty Demon Crystals should be enough, I still have some.”

“Pfft, thirty Demon Crystals for study materials? How much are you buying? Enough to burn for firewood.” Negris made a snide remark but still took out fifty Demon Crystals for Nagi.

As they continued, apart from Nagi, nobody else found anything interesting.

Clearly, not many items met their standards. After all, they were either from the Origin or former Gods. Even in the darkest parts of the black market, what's sold are merely things that normal people use, or fake Divine Artifacts.

Whether the items were fake or not, Negris could tell at a glance. If unsure, he just had to ask Ange. Though Ange didn't know much about Divine Artifacts, he could immediately tell if their Divine Power was genuine.

Thus, those that reacted with Divine Power turned out to be fakes.

“So many fakes, no wonder it's the black market. Truly dark,” Nagi muttered discontentedly. After buying the study materials, he wanted to buy other things, but those that claimed to have miraculous effects were all fake, which was infuriating.

“Have you never been to the black market before?” Negris asked.

Nagi responded, “Rarely, I'm a second-hand merchant, not a black market dealer.”

“What's the difference? The goods here are all not new,” Negris asked puzzledly.

“It's not about being new or not, but whether the sources are legitimate. Black market goods are all from illegitimate sources.” Nagi explained.

Negris scoffed, “How did Ange bump into you then? You even take items from the Divine Light Association, yet you scorn the black market for being illegitimate?”

Nagi confidently retorted, “Once those items come to me, they become legitimate. I pay taxes, but black market items can't become legitimate even with taxes paid.”

Pfft… So that's his definition of legitimacy. Negris was about to say something when the Monarch interrupted, “Look, what's that?”

Following Monarch's gaze to a sign, Negris read aloud, “Divine Light Commerce Guild's Broken Stone branch? Divine Light Commerce Guild? Is it that Divine Light Association? Daring to open a branch here?”

“Exactly that Divine Light Association. Welcome, customers. What may I assist you with? Need Chaos Stones? Exchanging one for twelve Demon Crystals, volume discounts available, various grades of gadgets, airships, alchemical apparatuses, and more, everything you need?”

The human merchant from the marked shop hurriedly approached, glanced at Negris without any surprise, and enthusiastically began his pitch.

Seeing his demeanor, Negris tentatively asked, “One for twelve? Wasn't it one for ten? Have you raised your prices?”

“Not at all, this is the black market, after all. I need to make a little profit,” the human merchant sincerely replied.

Negris curiously asked, “Aren't you surprised at all by me?”

“Hehe, you jest, sir. We even sell Soul Puppets in our store,” the human merchant chuckled, mistakenly thinking Negris was a Soul Puppet. But then, that wasn't wrong either, essentially Negris's consciousness was projected onto a Soul Puppet.

Indeed worthy of the black market's experience, Negris didn't need to play dumb anymore. Just as he was about to say something, the Monarch suddenly asked, “Do you have Mourning Undead Soldiers for sale?”

Chapter end

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