Chapter 37: This Counts as a Miracle

"All units, alert!" Seeing those three figures, Lan immediately shouted, and all weapons were aimed at the three figures. The agreed transaction was only grain, why were there three extra people?

The shortest one in the middle of the three figures hurriedly raised his hands high: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, it's me, it's me."

The light dissipated, revealing the three figures in the grain pile. The two on the left and right were dressed as maids, beautiful and fair-skinned, petite women. The one in the middle was a goblin, raising his hands high with an enthusiastic smile: "It's me, it's me, Silver Coin of the Silver Light Guild."

"Guild Leader Silver Coin? Why are you here? Our transaction content didn't include receiving your visit." Lan clenched her fists and made a 'do not attack' gesture. The situation in the arena was clear at a glance: a goblin and two petite maids, posing no threat.

"Where there is the smell of money, how can there be me, Silver Coin? Also, vice, vice, seventh in line."

Silver Coin raised his hands high, maintaining a completely non-aggressive posture, and walked out of the grain pile: "Presumptuous visit. One hundred and twenty tons of grain, the extra twenty tons is a small token. I hope Lan understands and allows us to establish a small shop here to sell the specialties of the Silver Light Guild."

When hearing 'vice, vice, seventh in line', Lan confirmed the other party's identity. It was indeed the goblin Silver Coin who had been trading with her.

Bingcheng only had a small teleportation array that could communicate with the outside world. This small teleportation array couldn't even teleport an object as big as a person, and could only communicate through letters and text. In a situation where she couldn't see the face or hear the voice, how could she determine that the person on the other side of the teleportation array was the one she had agreed with?

Therefore, there must be some secret marks and codes to confirm each other's identity. Lan needed to ensure safety, and Silver Coin also needed to ensure that his customers wouldn't be snatched away by other vice guild leaders. After all, he was only the seventh-in-line vice guild leader. According to the organizational structure of the Silver Light Guild, he was just the seventh partner.

Confirming the other party's identity and hearing 'extra twenty tons', according to the transaction price, this was a heavy gift of more than two hundred magic crystals.

Lan looked back at Anna, and Anna nodded without hesitation.

Twenty tons of grain was irrelevant. What was more valuable was communication. This was the first intelligent creature to come to this world in who knows how many years. Any information he revealed was precious data for understanding other worlds, not to mention he also brought the specialties of the Silver Light Guild.

As for the problems that followed, two petite maids plus a goblin, what problems could they bring? The biggest problem was probably having to send people to protect them, lest the two delicate maids be snatched away.

"Welcome, welcome. You didn't notify us in advance, otherwise we would have organized a warm welcome banquet. Very welcome for the Silver Light Guild to establish a stronghold here. You must give us a cheaper price when buying things in the future."

"Too polite. Where there is the smell of gold coins, there is our Silver Light Guild. We'll talk about the discount later. Besides the twenty-ton gift, we also brought an extra thirty tons of grain as starting capital. I hope Lan can find a place to temporarily settle it."

Lan cursed in her heart: Miserly goblin, talk about it later? Whenever it comes to money, talk about it later. Simply more stingy than a dragon.

But she kept a smile on her face: "No problem, no problem. As for this rent, just give a little, don't give too much, one-third, ten tons of grain, I'll find you a big and spacious one immediately."

The smile on Silver Coin's face immediately disappeared: "Lan is too polite, don't need too big, don't need too big. I wonder how big a place one ton of grain can rent? Can it pile up hundreds of tons of grain? If it can't be piled up, then future transactions won't be convenient. Lan won't only buy grain once, right?"

This was a threat. Using the next transaction as a threat, this really pinched Lan's lifeline, so she hurriedly apologized: "Of course no problem. Don't say hundreds of tons, thousands of tons can be piled up. It's just that I'm afraid of dampness, so I have to choose a drier place."

A fighting spirit flashed in Silver Coin's eyes. Good fellow, soft with hard. Doesn't this mean cheap goods aren't good, and grain is most afraid of dampness?

"Two tons, two tons of grain, find me a dry place with a large space."

"Okay, no problem. I wonder if you need porters? My porter service here is very cheap, two hundred jin of grain per person per day is enough."

"Hehe, no need, no need. I'll hire people myself. In the human world, I can hire workers for ten jin of grain a day. I believe that with twenty jin of grain a day, there will be many enthusiastic people here willing to help me. If not, I still have a space ring, which can hold five hundred kilograms at a time. I'll just run sixty trips."

Watching Lan and Silver Coin arguing and bargaining, Anna was stunned. So many sharp edges were hidden in kind and friendly words. At first glance, she thought both sides were very enthusiastic.

In the end, the two sides rented a dry cave that could store thousands of tons of grain at the price of two tons of grain, and Lan sent people to transfer the thirty tons of grain belonging to Silver Coin there, and paid the workers twenty jin of grain each.

To be honest, at such a price, Bingcheng made a big profit. Don't say twenty jin, even if it was five jin of grain, a large group of people would break their heads to grab the work. And a dry cave that could store things was worthless, but it could be exchanged for two tons of grain per month, and there was an extra stronghold of the Silver Light Guild for nothing.

After settling Silver Coin and his maids, Lan returned to Anna's side, wiped the cold sweat, and let out a long sigh: "It is indeed that goblin Silver Coin. The stingy appearance is exactly the same as in the letters."

"Ah? You argued with him for so long just to verify his identity?" Anna said in astonishment.

"Of course. Otherwise, what's the point of asking for this one or two tons of grain? By the way, test his purpose. If his purpose is impure, he won't care so much. Only those who really want to do business will calculate every copper coin clearly," Lan said.

Anna nodded in realization: "Makes sense. Those who pick faults are the real buyers. Those who follow you in everything are likely to have ulterior motives. But do you think he really just wants to build a stronghold?"

Lan curled her lips: "What else could he be thinking? Holy Essence liquid. But do you think he can find Ang?"

Anna nodded: "A goblin can't do anything. We'll just keep a close eye on him."

"Hmm, but the two maids beside him, I don't like them. They give me a very uncomfortable feeling," Lan said thoughtfully.

Silver Coin, who moved the grain into the cave, spent some grain to have someone build a big door for him. Closing the door, he hung a scroll behind the door. As long as someone forcibly opened the door, the scroll would be torn, triggering the magic inside. This was the simplest yet most practical defense method.

After making preparations, Silver Coin let the two maids kneel together side by side, holding hands. The submissive expression on their faces faded, like two emotionless statues.

Holy light radiated from their tightly held hands, and Silver Coin hurriedly leaned in front of the light to report.

"The plan has changed. The intelligence figure Lan has the imprint of a shroud, but she is not a lich, but a living person. But no matter what, she must have a relationship with the heretic. The difficulty of preaching is too great. I will settle down temporarily, probe the source of Holy Essence liquid, and after determining the location, launch the Saint Blade."

Not long after, Lionard's voice sounded in the light: "So troublesome. Alright, call me after determining the target."

"My lord, my lord." Knowing Lionard's habits, Silver Coin hurriedly said: "Probing intelligence takes some time. Please grant me another bottle of holy medicine, just in case."

Lionard was very straightforward. A small bottle the size of half a palm was spat out from the light, and then the light faded.

Picking up this small bottle the size of a palm, Silver Coin let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of relief.

Ever since he was poisoned decades ago and cured by a priest, he had been left with sequelae, requiring long-term medication, otherwise his whole body would fester and itch unbearably, wishing he could tear his own skin off.

This medicine could only be refined by the Church of Light, and the price was very expensive. After exhausting all his family wealth, Silver Coin could only join the Church of Light to obtain free medicine supply.

One pill could last ten days. There were three pills in this small bottle, so at least within a month, Silver Coin didn't need to worry about the onset of the disease. This kind of disease was very uncomfortable when it broke out. It didn't hurt, it just itched, itching so much that people wished they could tear their skin off.

In order to get this medicine for free, Silver Coin was obedient to Lionard and had absolutely no second thoughts. Sometimes, he couldn't help but suspect that this sequela was actually deliberately caused by the Church of Light, just wanting him to serve them for free and loyally.

Of course, this was just a thought that occasionally sprouted in Silver Coin's mind. After all, the effect of this medicine was still very good. Besides treating sequelae, it could also repair various negative states of the body, such as external injuries, hair loss, and ED.

Silver Coin, who was already ninety years old this year, definitely belonged to the elderly goblin category, but it couldn't be seen from the outside at all. Moreover, relying on this kind of medicine pill, he could show off his prowess on the maids in the small tavern three times a month, which could be considered to have both advantages and disadvantages.

Lifting his hand to look, the wound on his arm was still bleeding. This was accidentally touched during the previous teleportation. The wound wasn't big, but for an elderly goblin like him, healing was relatively difficult.

For such a wound, eating a pill could cure it along the way, but Silver Coin wouldn't waste the medicine on such a small wound. After wrapping it up casually, he started working.

Guarding against each other and having calculations, Silver Coin and the two maids settled down outside Bingcheng temporarily. However, before he could have any further gains, a plump and tender young woman came to him, grabbed his injured hand, and holy light radiated from her palm.

Just as Silver Coin stared dumbfounded at that clump of holy light, the young woman tore open the cloth wrapping the wound, revealing the wound that had already recovered as before, and smiled at him: "Guild Leader Silver Coin, do you believe in miracles? My lord Ang can bring you miracles."

Why did this woman possess holy light? The sequelae were about to break out, and his skin already felt itchy. Why was there no itchy feeling at all where the woman's holy light had shone, while other places were faintly itchy? Could it be that this woman's holy light cured his sequelae?

This could indeed count as a miracle. ===== CHAPTER 38 =====