Chapter 1011: Undead Creatures Also Have Mental Needs

Anthony smiled kindly at the sacrificial mask and said: "We are not humans."

Du Luo Ken pulled his face away and said with disgust: "Don't talk to me like that, it feels so perverted."

"It's worn on your face, who should I talk to if not you?"

"Then you can just talk properly. Why be so 'kind'? Don't you think lines like 'we are not humans' are very perverted?" Du Luo Ken said.

Anthony thought about it and said awkwardly: "That's true, it feels like teasing a young girl, eh~~"

Anthony and Du Luo Ken couldn't help but shake the goosebumps all over their bodies at the same time.

Hurriedly changing the subject, Anthony turned to Ang and asked: "My lord, should we call Silver Coin over? This place still maintains a certain amount of economic activity. If there is economic activity, there is room for Silver Coin to play."

Ang tilted his head, and Negris, projected on Ang, said: "No need, right? Silver Coin is so busy over there. Calling him over is such a waste of time."

"Uh, although he is very busy, Lord Negris, you got a question wrong. Why is Silver Coin busy? If you don't let him come over to help, he will complain about you afterward." Anthony said.

Negris clearly didn't understand, and asked in confusion: "Complain about me for what? I'm afraid he's too busy..."

But Du Luo Ken and the sacrificial mask both understood. Du Luo Ken interrupted him and said: "Call him, call him. Silver Coin will definitely be interested in the market of hundreds of thousands of undead creatures. Let's see how he does business with undead creatures."

"Alright." Negris didn't say anything else and got busy with Silver Coin's teleportation.

The sacrificial mask whispered to Du Luo Ken: "It's not very smart."

Du Luo Ken whispered in response: "No way, the boss is too powerful. It hasn't used its wisdom for too long. It doesn't understand this kind of subtext. Why is Silver Coin busy? Of course, it's for the boss. Now there's an opportunity to serve the boss, and it doesn't call Silver Coin over, which is equivalent to marginalizing others. How could Silver Coin not complain about it? Really stupid."

"Right, really stupid. You must let the boss see you working, and you must work seriously on the work the boss can see. Is our boss very picky?" the sacrificial mask asked in a low voice.

Du Luo Ken shook his head: "On the contrary, the boss is not picky at all. It's precisely because the boss is not picky, and even too lazy to manage us, that Anthony needs to take care of the emotions and reactions of everyone in the team even more. Who let him be the Pope?"

"Pope... Pope?" The sacrificial mask was shocked.

"Hmm, the Pope who once ruled a great church of 600 million believers. As for you, you know quite a bit about human relationships," Du Luo Ken said.

The sacrificial mask stammered: "That's right, I was also a sacrificial mask that once ruled several... great sects."

When saying 'several', it blurred the unit weakly. Those who didn't know would think it said 'hundreds of millions'.

Not long after, Silver Coin teleported over. When he heard about hundreds of thousands of wise undead creatures, his eyes shone: "Are there really hundreds of thousands? The Undead Empire plus the Star-Burst Plane don't even have tens of thousands of high-level undead creatures. The Chaos Plane is even worse, with only two with wisdom. Are there really hundreds of thousands here?"

Anthony spread his hands: "I don't know either, but they both said there are. Even if there aren't hundreds of thousands, it's estimated there are quite a few. We are preparing to disguise ourselves and go in to scout for news. Kabu Twelve said that caravans will come and go here, so we'll disguise ourselves as a caravan."

Silver Coin looked everyone up and down and said: "Disguise as a caravan? Where are your goods?"

"In the ring." Anthony patted the back of his hand.

"Uh, goods are not just goods, they are also a signboard. If you don't even bring goods, who would believe you are a caravan? Could it be that the caravans here only sell goods that can be put in storage space? If so, why disguise as a caravan? It's better to disguise as mercenaries," Silver Coin said.

Anthony's eyes lit up: "Makes sense. We disguise as mercenaries, you disguise as a merchant, we escort you to do business, and find someone to pull the carriage."

"Can do. But what is our goal?" Silver Coin asked.

"Originally, the goal was to find out why those transparent dragons dragged the snake corpse here, but now it's changed. Find out the reason why there are so many high-level undead creatures here, so we may need to start from multiple levels," Anthony said.

Silver Coin nodded: "Then we need to prepare products suitable for all levels, which is convenient for contact. What do undead creatures like here?"

"Don't know, but a Kabu Twelve we met exchanged a set of clothes from me with a magic crystal, and he was even willing to exchange it with a soul crystal." Anthony knew this information was very critical, so he said it in great detail.

Silver Coin nodded: "Understood."

"What goods are you preparing to sell? Undead creatures don't need to eat or drink, and they won't be cold. That Kabu Twelve wanted to buy clothes, maybe just because he was shy when he saw us, so he wanted to buy clothes. I don't believe that for a pile of undead creatures, you can still sell them things," Negris said skeptically.

The Undead Empire has a fart of commerce. If it weren't for human saints like Lisa, gnome merchants, demon slave merchants, etc., managing it, the World Transit Station would be a dead place. Undead creatures have no needs at all. What can they buy?

"How could there be none? Undead creatures also have mental needs. That Kabu Twelve buying clothes is a mental need. So we bring some products that can satisfy mental needs, such as knight novels, skeleton-fighting-dragon chess, King playing cards, etc., or magic balls, racing sleds, etc."

"If there are female liches, it would be even better. Sell some beauty and hairdressing services. How could there be no business?" Silver Coin said while listing the list, and then let Ang help teleport back to let the Chamber of Commerce prepare.

Negris stopped talking. Thinking of female liches like Lisa and Aubenli, their fanaticism for beauty and hairdressing, it was indeed impossible not to have business.

In less than an hour, the Chamber of Commerce side had prepared the goods. Ang rubbed out a teleportation point, and a carriage-sized compartment was teleported over from there.

Silver Coin put on wind goggles and a mask, put on a leather hat and gloves, wore thick clothes, and took out a small flying car from the storage space, only big enough for him to curl up inside.

Silver Coin sat on it and explained: "I am a gnome merchant. It's too strange to walk in the void. I'll sit in the flying car."

Anthony nodded: "Makes sense. Lord Negris, come over."

"What am I going over for? Eh, no, Silver Coin's flying car is so small, it can't pull the carriage. Who is pulling the carriage?" Negris had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Damn it, you actually let the God of Knowledge pull the carriage. You don't respect knowledge. You deserve to get a zero on the exam." Negris cursed while dragging the carriage and flying in front, cursing angrily.

Anthony and Silver Coin followed on both sides of the carriage, pretending not to hear, because for a while, they really couldn't find anyone more suitable than Negris to pull the carriage. If Silver Coin went to pull it himself, the style would be gone.

Getting closer and closer to the Undead City, there were more and more floating ruins around. From time to time, undead creatures poked their heads out from the ruins, looking at their party in surprise.

"Caravan? It's a caravan, it's really a caravan, a caravan has come."

The 'signboard' effect Silver Coin mentioned was here. All undead creatures could 'recognize' at a glance that they were a caravan.

The number of undead creatures watching grew larger and larger. Silver Coin had been prepared for a long time; he took out a bag of stone tablets pressed from Living Soil, the size of two fingers, with exquisite patterns on both sides, and handed them out to everyone he saw:

"Anti-insect, anti-odor, anti-mildew, and moisture-removing. A small token of appreciation, don't be polite. May I ask if there is a department in charge of commerce here? I am a gnome merchant and want to do some small business here. I don't know who I should look for?"

And Anthony also looked at the undead creatures around, and whispered: "It seems there are really many high-level undead creatures here. How could this be?"