Chapter 317

When you are excitedly going to kill, set fires, burn, loot, and plunder, and someone suddenly asks you, "Do you know how to farm?" what is your feeling? And the voice is especially loud, as if it were roaring right in your ear.

That feeling is like going to a small tavern, finding a sexy maid to drink and flirt with, taking her to a room for some hot dancing, turning off the lights, and taking off clothes, and then she stretches out her hands and roars at you loudly: Look at my nail polish! It's glow-in-the-dark!

It's truly suffocating.

Who is it? Who dares to speak to Glasgow like that?!

As an Abyss Lord and leader of the Nightmare Legion, this was not the first time Glasgow had used such tactics to launch a sneak attack.

Demons, after all, have seducing human hearts as their main trade. However, Glasgow's scope was a bit larger; what he wanted, besides human hearts, was wealth, territory, slaves, life... your everything.

First, he would seduce those adventurers. These people had the most well-informed means of communication and could spread the news that "the people here are stupid and rich," enticing more people to fall for the trap.

Then, Glasgow would screen his targets. He didn't want those paupers; he would pick those who were rich, powerful, and had territory. How to distinguish such targets? It was very simple: look at what they needed.

Those who needed beautiful jewelry were likely beauty-loving humans and dragons; those who needed power were likely greedy weaklings; only those who needed large amounts of grain, cloth, and various production tools were the wealthy tycoons with money and people.

Anthony was a good target who met all his requirements in every aspect. First, he had money. In the previous few test transactions, Anthony had paid very readily, indicating substantial financial resources.

Heaven have mercy, Anthony was just paying readily to stabilize his supply source. However, in cross-plane transactions, projects where one could receive money readily were rare; most were delayed again and again, with discounts on top of discounts. The balance of the last payment could be dragged to the next transaction, and if there was no next time, the balance would never be received.

Even worse was the exaggeration. A message would be sent saying they wanted one hundred thousand bolts of cloth, giving a low price, and asking to send one hundred bolts as a sample first. You send them over, then excitedly prepare the goods, but there is no follow-up for a long time. You spend money to send a message to connect and ask, and the other party says: "Ah, no? Didn't I only order one hundred bolts?"

Can the unit price for one hundred thousand bolts be the same as for one hundred bolts? The other party used the wholesale price for one hundred thousand bolts to cheat you out of one hundred bolts, and also caused you to spend time and effort preparing ninety-nine thousand nine hundred bolts.

Of course, such examples were too extreme, and few suppliers would be stupid enough to prepare goods without receiving a deposit, but it fully illustrated the risks and troubles of cross-plane transactions. Those who could pay readily were definitely big tycoons.

Secondly, Anthony ordered grain—ten thousand tons of grain, not too much and not too little. Too much would indicate there were too many people and they might not be able to eat it all; too little would indicate the target didn't have much value.

As for the demand for hundreds of thousands of tons later, Glasgow just took it as him bragging.

Then, Glasgow had a special ability called Strength Perception. As long as he spoke with the other party, he could perceive their energy level. For example, a Truth Mage's energy level is absolutely different from an Arcane Mage's.

What this ability feared most was encountering divine spellcasters. Those divine spellcasters could increase their strength tenfold with one divine soul possession. He could perceive the "one" while speaking, but couldn't perceive the "ten" after possession. This was quite troublesome.

However, he also had a way, such as blasphemy. When talking to Anthony, he would curse every now and then: "The Light Gods are all idiots—(censored)—."

Anthony said with deep empathy: "Yes, yes, yes, they are all idiots." For example, that Goddess of Redemption who wanted to come and rob the divine fire but ran head-on into Ang.

"The Goddess of Harvest is a fool."

"Right, right, a fool."

"The Dwarf God of War is a fool."

"Uh, friend, is your vocabulary so limited? Change the word; the Dwarf God of War is rude."

"Oh, oh, rude, what does that mean?"

"It means rough, reckless, and loves to fight."

"Oh, so that's how it is, a bit like me. The God of Knowledge is a fool."

"Right, right, right, the God of Knowledge is a fool, and the God of Undeath farms every day."

After cursing all the well-known gods of various planes, Glasgow believed the other party was definitely not a divine spellcaster.

Divine spellcasters, let alone cursing the main gods, were respectful even when mentioning the gods' names; they wouldn't be like Anthony.

As for whether it was possible they were believers of those unknown gods? Since they were all unknown, they must be weakling gods; why bother about them?

Thinking he had probed the other party's strength, Glasgow brought his people and teleported over directly, only to be asked point-blank if he knew how to farm.

Heavens, even if he had been asked if he knew how to cross-dress, he wouldn't have been this surprised.

When he saw clearly who was asking, Glasgow was stunned.

Before him was a six-meter-tall divine soul holding a scepter, with holy light flashing all over his body. That sacred attire, that holy radiance, that majestic aura.

This... isn't this the notorious, most powerful, and most followed Light Church in all the major planes?

That's not right; the one the other party cursed the most was the Light Gods. How could it be someone from the Light Church?

The Light Church aside, the strength of the divine soul before him actually exceeded Glasgow's by a lot. His strength perception clearly told him that if the other party hit him with one strike of the scepter, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Subconsciously, Glasgow replied: "No, I don't."

"Go fertilize the fields then." The divine soul smashed down with a scepter.

Glasgow grabbed the two demon beasts beside him on the spot and threw them out with force.

"Yes, beautiful Sister Lisha." Flash was dejected, racking his brains to flatter her.

He realized that his mouth was becoming less and less useful, as if everyone had a way to restrain him. How he missed those newcomers who had just joined. Insect God, oh Insect God, where are you?

Under Lisha's guidance, Flash landed in a valley thirty kilometers away from the capital of the duchy.

This valley was unremarkable, sandwiched between two hills, with low cliffs on both sides and shrubs growing on the valley floor.

Lisha introduced: "This is our family's mausoleum. Since my ancestor, everyone in the family has been buried here. Even if I went missing, they would put my belongings inside. I have to find a few keepsakes that belong to me."

"Uh, is it necessary? Things from over a thousand years ago, will your descendants still recognize them?" Negris asked in confusion.

Lisha smiled bitterly: "What else can I do? Run over empty-handed and tell them I'm your great-great-great-great... aunt? It would be a miracle if they didn't throw me out. And it's been a thousand years; I also need to do some mental preparation. After all, to me, they are actually strangers. I hope the ancestral cemetery and my belongings can evoke more of my memories."

Flash suggested: "Do you want to reincarnate or summon your entire family? Then rush into the Grand Duke's mansion together and introduce them: this is the first Grand Duke of De Luo Sa, this is the second... Ouch, don't hit my face! Don't."

Negris didn't sympathize with this stinky horse at all, but he quite agreed with his suggestion, saying: "We can indeed look for those whose souls haven't dissipated, preferably those from more recent years, reincarnate and resurrect them, and come to ask about the recent situation of your family."

Lisha had black lines on her face. More recent years? Are you brewing wine? But she couldn't beat Negris like she beat Flash, so she had to smile bitterly: "Fine, fine, let's look."

Soon they entered a cave at the bottom of the canyon. From the vegetation around the cave, it could be seen that no one had been here for several years.

Lisha explained: "If there's nothing special, after the clansmen are buried, no one will come here to prevent leaving traces for others to discover. There is also a magic barrier set up in the cave. If there are no runes in the corresponding order, the barrier cannot be opened. If you force it, the entire cave will collapse."

Walking to the depths of the cave, there was an unremarkable stone on the side, leaning against the cave wall. If Lisha hadn't said so, no one would have seen that there was a cave entrance behind that stone.

Lisha kicked the edge of the stone a few times, and a slight magic fluctuation was produced, but the stone didn't move.

Lisha tried a few more times, turned back, and said awkwardly: "The... the password has been changed."

It wasn't strange. Over a thousand years had passed, and no one knew what had happened in between, such as the password being leaked, or simply disliking the password set by the ancestor. It was normal to change it.

"Then what should we do? Smash it. This stone doesn't look very thick," Negris said.

"No, no, if you smash it, it will trigger the barrier, and the entire cave will collapse," Lisha waved her hand hurriedly.

"It doesn't matter, Ang can handle it. We'll hide in the Palace of Rest, let Ang transform into Luoke, smash it and run. Even if the entire hill collapses, it won't break a death-mourning skeleton," Negris said nonchalantly.

Lisha took a deep breath, brewed for a while, and roared fiercely: "It will destroy my ancestral cemetery!!! I didn't come back to demolish the graves!!!"

Negris then remembered that this cemetery was Lisha's family's. They weren't here to dig graves. This was truly embarrassing.

"Then what should we do? Can you break the barrier? Is there a back door?" Negris asked.

Lisha shook her head, pondered for a while, and said: "Forget it, we can't demolish my family's cemetery for the sake of some keepsakes. Forget it, let's not go in. We'll go straight to the door and say we have a connection with the former saintess Lisha, and we're here specifically to help today."

"Hmm, this method is good. Let's do that," Negris nodded and said.

He didn't blame Lisha for taking everyone on a wasted trip. Anything involving one's own relatives is not easy to clear up. Deep down, Lisha might not necessarily want to get the keepsakes; perhaps she just wanted to pay respects to her parents. Who can clear up such thoughts?

Wasted trip, everyone turned to leave, but just at this moment, everyone heard a sound of scratching, like sharp nails scraping across stone.

Lisha and Negris first looked at each other, and then looked at the big stone in unison.

Everyone realized there was something inside, but how to open the barrier at the cave entrance?

"Can't smash it, otherwise it will trigger the barrier. Should I go find Bulusike and Aisiduoliya, and Waguli, and let them break the barrier?" Lisha asked tentatively.

"Yes, there is no barrier that cannot be broken. If it can't be broken, it's because the level isn't high enough. You can also find those guys from the Star Academy; they definitely have deeper research on barriers. Ang, wait a moment, can't smash it, uh..."

While Negris was talking, Ang, who had been reaching into the space to farm, suddenly pulled his hand out and walked to the stone, pushing hard.

Before Negris could finish his words, the big stone blocking the cave entrance was pushed by Ang into a pile of straw, and with a 'poof', it was poured into the cave behind.

"I... you... Kubada, this works too? The barrier was broken by your elemental conversion just like that? Then this move of yours is simply invincible for picking locks."