Chapter 1114: Might as Well Give Magic Crystals

"You... you still want to collect money?" The Grand Speaker was incredulous. Everyone's friendship had reached this point, and they still wanted to collect money?

"Grand Speaker, you really know how to joke. The entire rescue mission was urgent and dangerous, and the difficulty was particularly high. We invested such large resources; wouldn't it be a loss if we didn't collect money? We can't be expected to lose money while saving your people, right?" Silver Coin said with dissatisfaction.

The Grand Speaker felt his non-existent brain begin to ache again. If he had known, he wouldn't have come back so quickly. The Grand Speaker had plenty of other things, but he was just not good at making money.

Judging from the experience of treating the light disaster last time, these people collecting money was almost like scraping your bones. It was definitely not something that could be dismissed with a few small amounts of money. Realizing this, the Grand Speaker bit the bullet and tried to build a relationship: "Everyone has this kind of friendship; isn't it not very good to collect money? Don't you treat me as a friend?"

Silver Coin rubbed his palms together and said seriously, "It is precisely because we treat you, Grand Speaker, as a friend that we must collect money. Otherwise, it would be letting money tarnish our pure friendship. Let me calculate it for you."

"How many magic crystals does it take to teleport a person across planes?" Silver Coin asked.

The Grand Speaker roughly knew this price: "Five magic crystals?"

Silver Coin nodded. "Yes, for same-plane teleportation, one person only needs half a magic crystal. But for cross-plane, the price immediately doubles tenfold, because the teleportation array itself consumes three magic crystals. Plus the wear and tear, four out of five magic crystals are costs. How many people did we save?"

"Forty... forty thousand?" There were over forty thousand people in Zhuoshan and the nearby settlements. Anyway, they were basically not visible now, presumably all teleported away. Forty thousand times five... two million?

The Grand Speaker instantly felt his bones tighten and hurriedly said, "But you didn't use a teleportation array."

Silver Coin clapped his hands together. "Yes, so it's even more expensive. Look, the Tree of Life opened a spatial channel. Only in this way could over forty thousand people be transferred to a safe place in a short time. But what was consumed was the life force of the Tree of Life. Life force! Is this something money can measure? What if the Lord of Life's lifespan is reduced because of this?"

The Grand Speaker felt dizzy. He knew what level the Lord of Life was at. Consuming the Lord of Life's lifespan was simply not something money could measure. If he had known, he wouldn't have opened his mouth. It would have been better to calculate it based on the teleportation array.

The Grand Speaker wisely closed his mouth tightly. Seeing him like this, Silver Coin knew he had given up and could play freely.

But what kind of person was Silver Coin? He was an honest businessman. He must make the other party spend their money clearly and willingly. So he continued, "The Lord of Life has a deep friendship with you, so this consumption won't be counted. Just the cost, which is 1.6 million magic crystals. Next, do you know how much value our Lord can create in an hour?"

Silver Coin made a gesture: "Six million. Our Lord can create at least six million magic crystals of value in an hour. Grand Speaker, if you could kill the Mourning Bone Dragon, and now we spend money to hire you to help us do something, do you think six million an hour is worth it?"

The Grand Speaker's mind raced. He wanted to say it wasn't worth it. He had never thought about how much money it would take to hire himself. If it was six million magic crystals an hour, it didn't seem unacceptable.

But thinking carefully, if he were really hired for a few hours, there would be a lot he could do. What if the other party asked him to rob the national treasury of the six major systems? Or slaughter a few dragons?

He could easily earn six million, so he couldn't say it wasn't worth it. What if this goblin suddenly threw out six million to hire him?

After thinking it over, the Grand Speaker helplessly put on a smile.

Silver Coin continued, "We came to save you because of our friendship, so this won't be counted either. Otherwise, even with a few million more, it would be impossible to hire our Lord, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." What could the Grand Speaker say? He could only nod repeatedly. This goblin's push and pull made the Grand Speaker's mood feel like riding a super-speed snail.

"However, our Lord and the Old Lord killed the Mourning Bone Dragon, and the loss was very great. Our Old Lord directly lost a Chaos Scythe, which was condensed from Chaos Mist. We cannot bear this kind of loss ourselves, right?" Silver Coin changed the subject.

The Grand Speaker's bones instantly began to ache. Chaos Mist? That would be better to just give magic crystals.

"Look, in order to save your people, we suffered huge losses, caused irreparable consumption, and lost a huge amount of resources."

"If you don't pay the fee, the next time we encounter this kind of thing, we might not be able to save you because we have no money. After all, our Old Lord no longer has a second Chaos Scythe," Silver Coin concluded with a shrug.

It was reasonable and sincere, making the Grand Speaker feel how unreasonable it was not to pay. But he had no money.

Usually, he didn't save magic crystals. The last light disaster had emptied his family's fortune. The only thing he could take out was Chaos Mist.

But he didn't have much Chaos Mist either. Giving it all away might not be enough. Anyway, after Silver Coin listed it like this, the Grand Speaker felt that his little bit of Chaos Mist was not enough, and he also needed to use it. Might as well...

The Grand Speaker shrugged: "I have no money, and no Chaos Mist. But I know a place that has a lot of Chaos Mist, but I don't know where it is."

Silver Coin was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Anthony also leaned over and asked excitedly: "What do you mean?"

Could there be an unexpected harvest? Could the Emperor's needs also be solved?

Originally, Anthony just wanted to swallow the people under the Grand Speaker, and also eat a part of the Zhuoshan plane, just letting the Grand Speaker sell half of the plane to them. He hadn't expected there to be "a lot of Chaos Mist"?

The Grand Speaker said: "There is a dimensional space where the Mourning Undead soldiers are cultivated. They first catch some talented humans, reincarnate them into liches, then save their soul caskets, and then cultivate them."

"The cultivation process requires a large amount of death aura, soul energy, and Chaos Mist. The process is also very cruel. They found that the skin and flesh of the corpse liches affect efficiency and waste Chaos Mist, so they will peel off their skin and organs, leaving only the skeleton and heart."

"Although it won't hurt, those undead soldiers watch themselves hanging a heart there every day, and many people can't stand it and go crazy. If they fail, the soul dissipates directly. The success rate is not high. Out of one hundred thousand undead soldiers, maybe less than half can become mourning ones."

"If successful, they can put the peeled skin and flesh back on the skeleton, use secret methods to treat it, and it becomes what it is now," the Grand Speaker said.

Everyone suddenly realized: "So that's how the purple-gold skeletons and ordinary skin and flesh of the Mourning Undead soldiers are formed. No wonder the skin and flesh don't match the bones."

"This is too cruel. Peeling off the skin and flesh and leaving only a heart dangling, tsk tsk tsk."

The Grand Speaker continued: "After cultivating the Mourning Undead soldiers, they will use the soul casket reincarnation method, using a special cloth to wrap their souls. After reincarnation, they only have the memories before the soul casket was imprinted."

Negris slapped his waist: "Sure enough, it's soul casket reincarnation. The soul after reincarnation has an affinity with the body and can fit perfectly."

"Special cloth? Holy Shroud?" Anthony was also stunned.

The Grand Speaker shook his head: "I don't know about that. I go back there every few decades, stay for a hundred or so years, and then come back. Nan Mian transporting things also came out of there."

"I know it's in a rough range, but I don't know the specific location. If we can get in there, we can get the large amount of Chaos Mist they use to cultivate Mourning Undead soldiers."