Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The human army is stationed outside the Ancestral Spirit Cave and seems to be planning a siege.

In this regard, the ancestors expressed no pressure at all. Because of this situation, they have faced it more than once.

"Master Priest, we have to leave. After all, we still have a lot of business to take care of outside." A member of the large caravan who looked like Santa Claus said.

The ancestral spirit priest glanced at these businessmen, and then warned: "There is a war now. If you go out, you will probably be arrested."

"It doesn't matter, we are also human beings, and we are just businessmen. They should not make things difficult for us." Santa Claus said.

"...It's too dangerous. If you are injured, we will lose our best ally." The priest continued to persuade.

"It doesn't matter, if we delay for a few more days, our business may be lost." Santa Claus also pleaded.

"This..." The priest showed a troubled expression.

But the businessmen clamored to get out.

In desperation, the priest had no choice but to let them go.

They have been observing the situation at the cave entrance, and if these businessmen are in danger, they will also rescue them.

However, humans did not make things difficult for these businessmen, which made the ancestors breathe a sigh of relief.

After these merchants came out of the cave, they were immediately summoned by the queen.

"What's the situation inside? Are those ancestral spirits poisoned?" The queen raised her head proudly and looked at these businessmen with disdain.

"My Queen, don't worry! Those ancestral spirits are defenseless against us. It won't be long before the poison takes effect." Santa Claus said with a flattering face.

"Haha, you stay here for the time being. I need to see that the ancestor spirits are poisoned before you can leave." The Queen ordered.

"This... Queen, we have other businesses... we will suffer losses if we stay here." Santa Claus's eyes flashed with a shrewd light.

"Don't worry, as long as this mission is completed beautifully, you will not be short of rewards." The queen waved her hand and told them to step back.

The merchants wisely withdrew.

After the businessmen left, a minister admonished them: "My Queen, these businessmen are very cunning. They only have interests in their eyes. A lot of human intelligence has been passed on to the orcs by them."

"Yes, I know. But they are still useful to us, so don't touch them for now." The Queen said calmly.

The Queen knows that these spies cannot be eliminated. She doesn't have time to deal with these people now.

The members of the caravan were arranged in a tent.

They sat together, whispering.

"The ancestral spirits have always been very kind to us. Is there anything wrong with us doing this?"

"Haha, how much convenience have we provided to the ancestral spirits over the years? We have repaid the kindness. Next, it is time for us to think about ourselves." Santa Claus said.

"Oh? What are your plans?"

"We have accumulated a lot of wealth over the years. But we don't have a fixed base. After the queen defeats the ancestral spirits, we can propose to the queen that she allocate some of the ancestral spirits' territory to us." Santa Claus showed his ambition. Exuberant eyes.

“After all, we grew up there and it’s our Promised Land!”

The other caravan members nodded after hearing this. They need to have their own stronghold and their own home.

"By the way, we haven't had a ceremony for a long time." Santa Claus whispered.

"But it's too dangerous here. If the Queen discovers us, we will be arrested as heretics." The other businessmen shook their heads.

"No, no, the ceremony must be held as soon as possible. The whisper of the Lord sounded in my mind, and my sanity began to fail."

The other businessmen looked at each other after hearing this. They have indeed become increasingly unable to control their rationality recently.

In desperation, the merchants could only hold the ceremony in this big tent.

They placed a three-fingered statue on the ground, which was their Lord.

During these years of doing business, their hearts began to feel empty. Belief in the dark night cannot satisfy their true desires.

So, they began to believe in other things, the simplest being gold coins.

Under their day and night belief, a god really responded to them.

This god gives them the power to confuse people, which makes it easier for them to deceive people when doing business.

And the person being bewitched is completely unaware of this.

However, there is no free lunch in the world. The price for believing in this god is that they will gradually fall into madness.

They must perform a prayer ritual at regular intervals to suppress their increasingly frantic brains.

As the faith gradually deepened, the god descended his incarnation, which was three broken fingers.

The merchants carefully concealed him in a secret place.

They had their own gods, so they became more indifferent. They longed for the Promised Land, not only to have a home for themselves, but also to house their gods.

Having their own unique gods made the caravan think they were unique.

They can use their clever words to confuse the mortals in this world. They have a lot of gold coins and can buy everything they want.

Slowly, this makes them feel superior to others.

They select beautiful women as their wives, and the offspring they produce will be instilled with their special three-finger teachings.

Moreover, their descendants can only marry descendants of the large caravan. They believe that their noble blood should not flow outside.

The statue of Three Fingers was placed in the center of the big tent, and the businessmen sat in a circle. They knelt on the ground and prayed to the Three Fingers devoutly.

As the merchants prayed, the three-fingered statue glowed with a pale golden light.

And bursts of Venus appeared above their heads, and these Venus slowly floated into the body of the three-fingered statue.

Gradually, they felt their brains clearing up and the Lord's whisper disappearing.

They quickly put away the three-fingered statue and stood up as if no one else was watching.

At this moment, their big tent was opened.

A mighty knight walked in.

"What were you doing just now?" The knight stared at these people with sharp eyes.

"Sir, we are just praying to the night." The businessmen said sophistry.

"Haha, you don't have to fool me. Night prayers don't make that disturbing whisper." The knight drew his sword.

The businessmen were frightened and trembled, but Santa Claus calmly stepped forward.

"My lord, you seem to have a manor near the royal city."

"One?"

"Oh~ look at my memory! It's three seats!" Santa Claus quickly changed his words.

"Haha, you are very good! Fortunately it was me this time. It would not have been possible if it had been another knight." The knight patted Santa Claus.

"Thank you!" Santa Claus bowed slightly, a gold star burst out from his eyes, and quickly sank into the knight's body.

The knight didn't notice this. He just smiled and turned away with satisfaction. But even he didn't notice that a flash of gold flashed in his eyes.