Chapter 68: Turning the Light Servant

Silver Coin checked his appearance. Before the people outside could come in, he climbed out in advance: "Hello, are you looking for something?"

The people outside were so scared their farm tools were about to hack over. Several torches were almost poked into Silver Coin's face. Only after seeing his fresh appearance did they relax: "Goblin, alive."

The leading villager came over and searched Silver Coin, mainly pinching his skin and flesh, and then sniffing him. Finding no abnormalities, he let him go: "Why are you hiding in the sewer?"

Silver Coin patted his clothes and said calmly: "Just a temporary habitat found by a wandering traveler. Why? Can't I hide in the sewer? Or did something happen?"

"An undead creature was found in the mass grave. I don't know where it ran to, so we are searching for it. Don't run around, find a place to live," the leading villager said.

Silver Coin showed a shocked expression: "Undead creature? That's a big deal. Thanks for the information. I'll go find a safe place right away. Thank you very much." After speaking, he left in a hurry.

The searching villagers asked in confusion: "Just let him go? Don't interrogate him?"

The leading villager asked back in confusion: "Interrogate? Ask what? You can see at a glance that he's alive, and there's no corpse odor on him. What's there to ask?"

"Ask him why he was hiding in the sewer. Don't you think it's strange?"

The leading villager laughed: "You can tell at a glance that you are inexperienced. What was that just now? A goblin, a stingy goblin. Even if they have money, they rarely stay in inns. What's strange about living in an existing sewer?"

"Ah? Is it very normal?"

"Too normal. Sigh, let alone stingy goblins, in the current year, even if we go to live in the sewer, how strange could it be? The taxes collected by the masters are higher year by year, and the food collected is more year by year. Sigh..." the leading villager sighed.

Once the topic turned to this, everyone lost the mood to talk.

Silver Coin encountered several waves of search teams along the way, some even led by priests, but he dodged them safely. Everyone didn't pay much attention to this kind of goblin who looked fresh and had no strange odor.

This made Silver Coin deeply feel the power of 'Purification'. If it were just purely healing his rotting body, it would have no meaning. Dirty clothes and corpse odor would definitely attract others' attention, and he didn't know if a priest could detect his abnormality at close range.

Taking a detour, he returned to the station of the Silver Light Chamber of Commerce and arrived at his independent courtyard to knock on the door. With a specific rhythm of knocking, soon, the door opened quietly, and a sleepy goblin opened the door while yawning: "President, you're back?"

Silver Coin had forgotten who this goblin was and didn't greet him, just nodded, and walked into the house.

The Silver Light Chamber of Commerce was a relatively loose alliance of merchant teams. Each vice president was an independent merchant team, communicating with each other and sharing resources, but manpower and assets were independent and separate.

Silver Coin returned to his room, found various account books, diaries, and travel notes, and flipped through them carefully, comparing them one by one with the missing parts in his memory.

His soul had suffered great damage, and a small half had been snatched away. His memory was also damaged, but with these paper records, some things could still be sorted out.

The next morning, Silver Coin took a box out of the safe and notified everyone to have a meeting. After everyone arrived, Silver Coin said directly: "This time when I went out, I had some accidents and was hit by mental magic. My memory is a bit confused. Tekas, Styler, who is this? Rezar? Stenson..."

After a roll call, he finally connected these names with the people, which also made everyone accept his explanation.

As for why Silver Coin was hit by mental magic, no one asked.

"Alright, I'm going to say another thing now. From now on, the merchant team will adjust its business direction. Sell off those messy projects as soon as possible, and concentrate on completing the tasks I issue from now on. The first task is to purchase as much food, cloth, farm tools, etc., as possible."

Someone was unhappy. Stenson said: "Ah? Sell them all off? I finally opened up the source of elven crafts. Should I sell this off too? It's a pity, right?"

"Sell it off, sell it off. However, you can maintain the relationship with the elves and contact them when the task needs it," Silver Coin said.

Stenson said: "President, is this bad? I worked hard to open up the relationship. You suddenly adjusted like this; I can't accept it. I apply to withdraw from the merchant team."

Building a good relationship with the elves was a matter of both ability and luck. Stenson had suffered a lot, not knowing how many times he had run in the deep mountains and old forests.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but Silver Coin suddenly adjusted the business direction, asking him to sell these things off. Are you kidding? With this line in his hands, which chamber of commerce wouldn't give him a partner position? Sell it off?

Silver Coin nodded: "You can. I wish you smooth business. Besides the assets of the merchant team, you can take away all the materials you managed."

Stenson's expression moved, and he said sincerely: "Thank you, President."

Being able to take away the materials he managed was equivalent to tacitly allowing him to take away the original customers. This was a very generous approach. Theoretically, all things managed using the merchant team's resources belonged to the merchant team. Letting you go was already very good; you still want to take customers away?

If you encounter some overbearing chambers of commerce, they will break your legs and throw you out.

Stenson, who was grateful, left. Silver Coin looked around at everyone and asked: "Is there anyone else who wants to leave?"

Most people showed hesitation on their faces, but unlike Stenson, they didn't have their own customer relationships. After hesitating for a while, everyone shook their heads.

"Very good. Close the door, pull up the warning array, and everyone come closer." Everyone gathered behind Silver Coin, watching him open the box on the table. Just as he opened it halfway, he quickly closed it.

But this was enough for everyone behind him to see clearly what was in the box. Someone subconsciously exclaimed: "Holy...", but was tightly covered by a companion, or poked in the stomach with an elbow, pushing the words back.

Everyone's eyes were flashing with the light of magic crystals, roaring internally: "Rich, rich, Stenson is a fool."

What elven crafts could compare to Holy Essence Liquid? This was one of the few things that could sell for the price of magic crystals, and it was thousands of magic crystals. All women in the world would go crazy for it.

Silver Coin's merchant team left the Silver Light Chamber of Commerce at the fastest speed and completed the transformation, from public to secret chamber of commerce. From today on, it only operated one product—Holy Essence Liquid.

Operating Holy Essence Liquid naturally didn't need so many people, but Silver Coin knew very well that from the moment he reincarnated, his destiny no longer belonged to himself. Actually, it didn't belong to himself before either.

From that moment on, he had to wholeheartedly take Ang's will as his goal and Ang's needs as his priority, adjusting his business direction at any time, so he needed more people who were easy to use and loyal.

He was too familiar with this mode. It was the same before, taking the Holy Blade Army's needs as the priority, doing business while probing for intelligence. There was no difference.

Besides purchasing food, Silver Coin added cloth, farm tools, various seeds, and ordered iron materials, wheels, etc., on his own initiative. He had been to Ice City and had also walked around Ang's planting area, roughly seeing what that world lacked.

Uh, or rather, what it didn't lack. Besides water and stones, it lacked everything.

A good merchant shouldn't wait for customers to raise needs, but should strive to dig out user needs. If there are no needs, create needs.

That night, Silver Coin brought a bottle of Holy Essence Liquid, separated a little trial sample, drove a carriage to a hotel near the Holy Blade Army station, and after checking in, placed a plate of fresh flowers on the window.

Late at night, a woman in a cloak knocked on his door.

Lifting the hood, the visitor revealed a holy and dignified face. From this face, one could feel a noble and holy temperament. If it were someone with evil intentions, they would easily feel ashamed.

Silver Coin used to often not dare to look directly at this face, but now he didn't have this feeling.

"Hello, Holy Servant Patrie." Silver Coin stroked his chest and greeted.

"It's you? You didn't die?" Patrie showed a hint of surprise.

The Holy Blade Army's God Knight died, the quartermaster died, the Holy Knight squad died, and ten priests, ten heavy armored shield soldiers, seventy sword crossbowmen, and two specially trained Holy Servants also died. But the goblin merchant who went to scout for information first didn't die?

Patrie was one of the few who knew Silver Coin's identity, because the two Holy Servants who followed him were brought by Patrie.

"I didn't die. I used some precious things to exchange for my life and freedom, and then secretly ran back," Silver Coin made up a reason casually: "I also found what Leo Nad truly wanted to find."

Patrie's brows frowned slightly, her expression dignified and awe-inspiring: "What do you mean?"

Silver Coin didn't speak, directly took out the trial sample of Holy Essence Liquid, placed it on the table, and pushed it gently toward Patrie.

Patrie still wanted to pretend to be dignified, but her trembling brows revealed her heart. She picked up the small trial bottle, poured it onto her hand, sniffed it, and then patted it onto her face somewhat eagerly.

Whether it was the smell, the touch, or the absorption speed, it showed that this was exactly the concentrated version of essence liquid circulating among noblewomen recently. Concentration is the essence, the essence of the essence. Sure enough, the goblin before her had found what Leo Nad truly wanted to find.

Patrie took a deep breath and showed a smile: "What are your plans?"

Silver Coin directly took out a bottle and pushed it in front of Patrie: "Sell it. I don't care how much you sell it for. I collect a cost price of 1,300 magic crystals."

Patrie's heart accelerated uncontrollably. If she sold it for 1,500, wouldn't she have a commission of 200 magic crystals?

This was already the marked price of the concentrated essence liquid. If a few noblewomen raised the price, doubling it wouldn't be a problem.

Perhaps many people didn't understand the value of 200 magic crystals. A small manor with a 3,000-square-meter courtyard and a 300-square-meter house wouldn't cost 200 magic crystals. A bottle earns a manor?

Many thoughts flashed through Patrie's mind, but as soon as she thought of Leo Nad's end, she hesitated. After much hesitation, she nodded and said solemnly: "Swear by the Holy Light, after the Holy Essence Liquid is sold, each bottle will be handed over to President Silver Coin for 1,300 magic crystals."

With her words, a vow mark condensed in front of her. Silver Coin reached out to take it, and Patrie picked up the essence liquid on the table.

"Next, Holy Servant Patrie, do you know about the 'Corrosion Trace'?" Silver Coin stared into Patrie's eyes and asked.

As soon as the four words 'Corrosion Trace' came out, a flash of light appeared in Patrie's eyes, and the killing intent in her eyes could clearly be felt.

Silver Coin subconsciously pinched the ring on his index finger and said urgently: "Do you still have medicine?"

Patrie stared tightly at Silver Coin, not saying a word, but the dignity and holiness on her face were all gone, replaced by killing intent.

Silver Coin knew he had bet right. He deliberately poked at this topic after signing the Holy Light oath, just to prevent Patrie from slapping him to death on the spot. And "Do you still have medicine?" was even more of a probe.

From Patrie's reaction, she not only knew what the Corrosion Trace was, but the medicine might also be running out, because this kind of medicine was only mastered by Leo Nad and the quartermaster.

Seeing her reaction, Silver Coin knew that the biggest bargaining chip was in his hands. His face showed a sincere goblin merchant expression: "Holy Servant Patrie, do you believe there is a power that can completely cure the Corrosion Trace? Just like me."

Like you? Patrie's expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Good fellow, if Lisa knew that Silver Coin dared to turn a Light Servant with just a bottle of essence liquid, she would definitely give him a like.

In order to receive the supplies prepared by Silver Coin, Ang came to the control room, preparing to learn how to operate the teleportation array.

"Teach me." Ang pointed to the coordinate system map and said to Negris. ===== CHAPTER 69 =====