Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 951 Vera Is A Little Sober

So Amana Tower's servant from another world could only face 'Xueyunfeng' directly with an expression of indescribable feeling.

The undead people readily put Vera aside... The Goblin Queen only hired them as bodyguards, but she couldn't manage their side jobs outside of work.

In a world like Toril, only fanatics and slaves without autonomy who give themselves wholeheartedly to the gods cannot control their own private property.

Even if it is a god, it cannot arrange the property of other god believers, let alone the goblin queen is only a demigod.

Of course, whether Toril's laws or the rules that are generally accepted on the surface, they have always been there, and anyone can use them...but you must have the ability to speak.

Just like the undead at this moment, no matter how strong Amanatar is, he can't seal the mouths of all of them, let alone him.

Even if Amaunata finds trouble with the undead afterwards, she doesn't dare to do anything at this time... The Toril gods want to find a reason to let him sleep for another 10 years!
As the sun god, he can live with such an outrageous virtue, Amaunata is surprisingly effervescent.

The undead probably thought that the servants sent by Amanata wanted to prostitute a bunch of supplies from them, and all of them had ugly expressions, "Birds with wings want to do good things", "If they are white, they want to do something good." Take it for nothing, why don't you come to a devil?" "Is the sun god poor enough to beg for food?" There are endless words like this.

Some people already want to pluck out the wings and feathers of the God Attendant... The undead have always wanted to know whether these wings, which seem to be made of white light, can be plucked out like chicken wings.

Hearing that the undead were disrespectful to their main god, the servants from other worlds were so angry that their white hair was almost on fire. They raised the scepters in their hands, intending to fight the undead to the death.

It's a pity that it still didn't start.

The Holy Grail of Amanatta, who found something wrong, quickly sent two more servants to bring dozens of gold bars commonly used in the Faerun continent... This is enough food for 10 people for a week at most.

'Xue Yunfeng' looked at the two new servants in amazement: "You only buy so much? You can't last long on this road, right?"

The servants of the gods floated in mid-air, with compassion written on their faces, but their words were very ordinary: "My Lord has not yet returned to the position of God, most of the temples are still sealed off, and the cup of Amana Tower does not have much property in its hands. .

Although it's a bit embarrassing, I still hope that you can give me a discount. You can't sell such a large amount of food at retail price, right? "

"Tsk~ I'm selling your food at retail price, you're already a great saint, okay? It's enough to make Tyr smile at me." 'Xue Yunfeng' said unceremoniously, "During the war, don't drive up prices. Not yet adulterated, how many people like me can Toril find?

But Vera said that he had a little friendship with the Temple of Amana Tower before, so I will give you a 95% discount, you don’t think it’s less, do you?

If Tethyr and Amn are replaced, if it is not doubled and sold to you, it is estimated to be quadrupled, right? "

Hill silently watched as Xue Laogou, who was yelling at Fang Qiu, used a set of words to talk about Amanata's servant until his eyes were dazed.

They have already forgotten what their goal is, and they directly pulled the long wooden carriages that were connected together...It was filled with wheat and rye that was 95% off the market price of Faerun's grain...Dizzy flew away.

Hill really didn't expect that the undead were not even willing to take out a few space bags, but hollowed out the huge shadow crown tree branches to make a flatbed cart, and then used spells that can reduce the weight of food... Otherwise, those gods The waiter will not be so easy to carry, after all, there are dozens of them!

Speaking of which, even a space bag with a larger capacity is estimated to be worth about 10 gold to the undead. Normally, they would not be so stingy... Although I don't know why, the undead seem to hate it Amana Tower.

Hill suspects that they directly transferred their dislike of some people in Calimshan to the Temple of the Sun... It is estimated that they think that Calimshan has such a tradition, which has something to do with their worship of the Sun God.

However, these wooden carts are quite useful for the civilians of Manshaka... After these gods send the food back, these carriages will probably be abandoned. After all, the shadow crown tree is basically used for Come and burn.

But for civilians whose lives are definitely not that good, at least they can cook some miscellaneous fish soup to drink, and go to the beach to catch some sea mussels.

Mansha is stuck on a promontory, and the seafood is quite rich... But no matter how many fish there are, it is not so easy to fill the stomachs of 10,000+ people, not to mention that most people have to resist gods and monsters on the city wall!

Besides, if the people who help them fight the war eat salted fish every day, Hill estimates that Manshaka will not be able to hold it for half a month... After Toril's professionals reach the intermediate level, they are not so easy to talk about.

Hill sighed, looking at Vera on the giant screen who was lying on the window watching the movement outside, he couldn't help but frowned.

The little flower fairy had obviously suffered a huge injury, and was muttering to herself: "Amanata's followers only have dozens of gold bars? How is that possible?"

She was almost shouting: "How could the Temple of the Sun be so poor! Back then, even the walls of the temple were made of gold!"

"Didn't they say that their temples are all sealed, can't you find them?" 'Young Master' softly comforted the goblin who looked badly injured, "Their lack of money is only temporary... and the old dog didn't give them a discount Yet?"

Vera glanced lifelessly at her undead friends, and said in despair: "My feelings tell me that I should extend a helping hand for the friendship in the past, at least I should buy them some food.

But my mind tells me...my wallet is going to be empty!If I really do this, I will be the only goblin queen who went bankrupt in the history of Toril! "

'Young Master' said confusedly: "What do you owe Amanata? Why do the poor always want to help the rich?

Isn't their temple temporarily unable to open?Some people will provide them with working capital for later benefit.

The thing about people calculating each other, ah, no, you don't need to worry about what you like and what I want!

Is it possible that you, a coolie, still want to show love to those who have mines?Are you thinking too much? "

Vera knocked her little head on the crystal window forcefully: "Ahh! But I always feel that something is wrong! It seems that it is wrong if I don't take some money out!
This is so abnormal!How can I be such a generous person?

Even Hill, I won't give him anything for nothing! "

"I know that! Aren't you diligently brewing nectar every morning and wanting to sell it to Hill?" 'Master' said sharply. "Otherwise, why do you say you are a part-time worker? Even if the things you make are only sold to one person, then you are still a part-time worker.

Just like the boss of my company, although he only listens to my father, although the salary and bonus are higher than the bosses of other companies, he still works part-time.

There is a big difference between selling labor or buying labor. "

Vera said in a mournful tone: "I... I owed my life to the Holy Grail of Amanatta. When I was in the most dangerous time before, I was taken by him to a safe place! And we lived together for tens of thousands of years later. !"

The goblin flew around in the air, drawing patterns one after another: "I know! This is nature telling me that if I want to become a real goblin queen, I can't owe others!"

'Young Master' said with a confused face: "Then you owe the most to Hill, right?"

"How could Hill be the same?" Vera rushed to the face of the 'Master' and said word by word: "Sill is a child of nature! It is only natural for a goblin born in nature to ask him for help!
My own people say what they owe!
Like Auberon, it's okay for him to do anything for me!
Of course I would be willing to give my life for them! "

Then she pinched her waist and said, "But it won't work for Amaunata. I have to pay back the favor before he is resurrected."

Vera glanced at the 'Master', rubbed her little hands and asked, "So, how much is the same amount of food they sold to God Attendant Amanata today?
I want the biggest discount~ Dear young master, my best friend, will you help me? "

'Master' looked at Vera with an unhappy face: "Don't talk like me, I thought I fell into the frying pan!"

Vera looked at her friend inexplicably: "Is there any problem with talking like that? When you said it to me, I was very happy! I think you are also very happy when you say it."

"Ah, that's right!" 'Young Master' flipped through his tablet looking for someone, "You sound happy, but others sound disgusting, so I'm even happier when I say it."

Hill felt as if he saw the secretary standing behind 'Master' pull out a delicate priest's hammer, but he took the hammer back with great perseverance before trying to lift it up.

Although he wasn't physically tired from working part-time this time, he suffered a bit too much mentally... Hill really suspected that the reason why he stuffed the hammer back and took out the tablet to slam it was because he planned to resign.

The joint arrival of 'Xueyunfeng' and the manager who asked the sword confirmed Hill's guess.

When Xue Laogou was negotiating with his rebellious young master, the manager did not hesitate to increase the price of the secretary... In the end, he used money to make the secretary choose to continue to suffer with the 'master'.

Sometimes, giving too much is the best reason to be patient.

Hill thinks that 'Master' knows the rules... The food 'Xue Yunfeng' in the time-space artifact can be bought, so naturally he, as another person in charge, can also buy it.

But he did not cross the 'Snow Cloud Peak' to act on his own.

Even though he regarded himself as Villa's representative to negotiate the price with 'Xue Yunfeng', it was more like playing a role-playing game.After discussing for so long, Vera actually still doesn't know the cost price of undead food.

'Xue Yunfeng' actually understood this, so he was willing to play with 'Young Master'.

(End of this chapter)