Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Although the business of the Reincarnation Cult is booming, their actual profit is much lower than expected because the cost of the sleeping cabin alone is very high.

So when it came time to distribute dividends at the end of the month, people in the family discovered some problems.

"No, this account book is too outrageous, isn't it? Is it necessary to spend so much money on a broken sleeping cabin? Do you think we don't understand the market?"

"This is a new type of sleeping cabin, and we have applied for a patent. It is indeed expensive now, but after a while, when the factory is fully operational, the price will be much lower."

"Don't change the subject! I just want to ask you, is this sleeping cabin made of gold or silver? We finally made some profit, but ended up investing it all in this! Do you really think we are stupid? Your greed is really ugly!"

"That's right! If you don't want to do it, we can ask the family to let us do it!"

Facing the criticism from their family members, the members of the Blood Alliance were speechless. This was the biggest problem with the plan. Those sleeping chambers were not just for show, they were essential items for the reincarnation ceremony and could not be omitted.

Now everyone assumes that the Reincarnation Church is a scam, so they don't understand why such an expensive hibernation capsule is used. They just think that these blood alliance members are falsifying accounts and embezzling money.

"You should know that the profits you earn should not only be shared with the family, but also a portion should be handed over to the senior councillors. You are really stupid to intercept all of it now!"

"We understand. We will re-do the account book." In order to save the Reincarnation Church, the members of the Blood Alliance had no choice but to swallow their anger. But how to fill such a huge gap in interests?

They really didn't expect that those guys in the family would be so impatient. Originally, they wanted to wait until the end of the year to share the profits, but they directly proposed to share them monthly. This caught the blood alliance members off guard.

After hearing that the account books were to be revised, the family members left with satisfaction. After the debt collectors left, the blood alliance members were all silent.

They joined together because of the Blood Cult on one hand, and because of their own interests on the other. But now that they have to pay money to maintain the Blood Alliance, they have some thoughts of withdrawing.

However, after everyone calmed down, they reported the situation to the Ninth Senator.

"Those guys are too greedy. If we were given some time, we could have made it through. But now they are in a hurry for money, and there is nothing we can do."

"How much difference?" asked the Ninth Senator.

Everyone reported a number hesitantly, and the ninth congressman's eyebrows throbbed when he heard it.

So he couldn't help but ask the Blood Cult member in his body: "Even if my family is big and powerful, I can't withstand such a test. Your dean can't just watch his subordinates pay without giving anything in return, right?"

In fact, that little money was nothing to the 9th councillor, but he still wanted to gain some benefits from it. Because his current mentality was not that of a leader of the Blood Alliance, but he was bargaining with the dean as a subordinate.

"This..." Blood Crow was also in a dilemma. Their boss was penniless now, how could he give these people benefits? Sure enough, drawing big cakes was not the solution to the problem after all. These employees seemed to have been full and immune to big cakes.

He racked his brains for a while before saying, "For a cultivator, isn't strength the most important thing? Maybe our boss can help you improve your strength."

"Hehe...how to improve?" The Ninth Senator sneered. It was already difficult for people of his level to improve their strength.

"..." Blood Crow was silent for a while. He just said it casually.

Just when the Ninth Senator was getting a little impatient, a crisp voice rang out.

"Are you interested in being the gatekeeper boss?" This was the voice of the dean.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They didn't notice when the dean came in.

Everyone looked around, trying to find the dean.

"Don't look for it, my real body is not here. This is an application of spiritual energy." A faint shadow appeared beside everyone. This shadow was completely formed by the gathering of high-concentration spiritual energy.

Just now, the dean received a blood cry for help from the Blood Crow, so she sent a spiritual clone to take a look. The members of the Blood Cult are inductive to each other. After the dean's strength has increased by leaps and bounds, she is more sensitive to this induction. After all, she has signed a blood contract with many members of the Blood Cult. This contract can barely be used as a means of long-distance communication. However, it is far less practical than Dio's mind network or the Mad Fire Network.

Everyone present looked at this spiritual shadow with disbelief in their eyes. This method of using spiritual energy was simply magical.

After being surprised for a moment, everyone quickly came back to their senses. "What is the gatekeeper boss that the dean mentioned? Can it help us improve our strength?"

"Of course, everyone can share their battle memories in the hibernation capsule, and we will fill in the gaps based on these memories."

"..." Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. If it was just about improving combat skills, they really had no interest at all. After all, most practitioners only looked at realms. If the realm was too low, no matter how perfect the skills were, it would be useless.

Seeing the indifferent expressions of the crowd, the dean was somewhat helpless. She was now in the situation of getting something for nothing. It was already amazing that these people could do this. If she didn't give them some benefits, people would be scattered. But she couldn't come up with anything good now.

Just when the dean was in an awkward situation, the ninth councillor smiled and said, "I think this is a good proposal."

"But..." Everyone wanted to say something, but the Ninth Senator stopped them with his eyes.

"Okay, everyone go away! I'll pay to fill those profit distribution holes."

After hearing the promise of the Ninth Councillor, everyone was relieved. However, the performance of the Dean this time made everyone worried. They suddenly realized that they might have been fooled. Although it is true that everyone can get together to help each other, it is true that there are many benefits. However, the Dean, as the boss of the organization, did not express anything, which made everyone a little dissatisfied.

Everyone left with their thoughts in their minds, and the dean sighed slightly. She then turned her gaze towards the ninth councillor.

"Thank you for saving me this time. I will find a way to make it up to you."

"You're welcome. I just didn't expect you to be so embarrassed. If I had known this, I wouldn't have rushed you." The ninth senator seemed a little self-blaming.

"Uh..." The dean suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. What was going on with this Ninth Councillor? Why was he so weird?

"You don't have to worry about money in the future. I will take care of it for you. But if an organization wants to develop normally, it must have a reward and punishment mechanism. Especially in the future, this organization will become larger and larger..."

The Ninth Councillor patiently taught the Dean how to manage the organization, but the Dean felt more and more strange.

"Wait! Are you trying to do something bad?" asked the dean.

"Please rest assured about this. The first element of holding power is strength. I am not your opponent, so of course I can't sideline you."

"That's not what I'm talking about! You should know what I'm talking about! But in order to make our relationship less stiff, I'm telling you clearly now that you're not my type. Don't have any illusions!" The dean said quite decisively.

The Ninth Congressman just froze in place. It was the first time for him to experience the feeling of being rejected.

"Is it because I'm not strong enough?" the Ninth Senator asked subconsciously.

"It's not that problem. It's because we are not the same kind of people. After all, no one who can climb to the position of senior councilor is not extremely selfish. Your sudden generosity can only be because you have other motives."

"..." The Ninth Councillor was silent. The Dean was right, and he had no reason to refute.

"But what you said just now is also true. You can't just expect the members to contribute and do nothing yourself. We fought once before, and you were crushed by me. On the one hand, it was because of the problem of strength, and on the other hand, it was because you were seriously lacking in skills. You still have a lot of room for growth. If you are willing, I will teach you fighting skills. This is my way of repaying you."

"Heh..." The Ninth Councillor laughed sarcastically. He felt that his kindness was completely ignored. In his opinion, isn't it normal to combine forces for the sake of interests? This woman actually dared to refuse directly. Isn't she afraid that she will pack up and leave? As long as she leaves, what will happen to those small fish and shrimps in the Blood Alliance? He really doesn't understand where this woman's confidence comes from.

"You just said that my fighting skills are not good. Well, I will also send an avatar. The power of this avatar will be twice that of your spiritual avatar. As long as you can beat me, I will forgive you for offending me." The Ninth Councillor showed a hint of sneer. He had to teach this woman a lesson.

Upon hearing this, the dean immediately shook his head.

"You're such an ungrateful woman! I gave you a way out but you wouldn't take it!" The Ninth Senator was furious.

"Two times is too low. It should be at least ten times to make you realize the importance of combat skills." The dean said calmly.

With a bang, the Ninth Councillor's face flushed red. He felt as if he had been insulted.

"Very good! This is what you asked for! Humph!" He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A golden spark jumped out from the fingertips of the Ninth Senator.

Mars quickly landed on the ground and turned into a tall incarnation.

"Go ahead! Teach this ungrateful woman a lesson!"

The golden incarnation attacked directly, and the violent force caused the entire venue to vibrate slightly.

The dean's spiritual incarnation smiled faintly. Facing the opponent's violent attack, she dodged frequently as if she was strolling in the garden.

"Sure enough, the power is used very roughly." After commenting, the dean casually stretched out two fingers and inserted them into the golden incarnation's armpits.

The golden incarnation groaned in pain and retreated. The dean rushed forward and attacked the golden incarnation.

In less than two minutes, the golden incarnation fell to the ground and disappeared into a ball of golden light.

The Ninth Senator looked at this scene with a dull expression. This had overturned his common sense.

"How is this possible! How could such a challenge happen?"

"There's nothing strange about this. Among low-level practitioners, challenging opponents of higher levels is not uncommon. However, as the level of practice increases, challenging opponents of higher levels becomes increasingly difficult. Our two incarnations are not very strong, so it's normal to have such a result," explained the dean.

"..." The Ninth Senator twitched his lips. "Did you summarize these techniques yourself?"

"No, Dio taught me. Dio has a lot of combat experience. Otherwise, he would have been killed by the King of Cultivation. Well, let's not waste any more time. Do you want to learn it or not? If not, forget it. After all, people like you should rarely encounter combat, and it seems useless to waste effort on learning this kind of skill..."

"I'll learn!" The Ninth Councillor shouted, shocking the dean. The Ninth Councillor seemed quite excited at this moment, because he suddenly found a way to replace the Eighth Councillor.

After all, the 8th Senator was only % stronger than him on paper. But as long as he could defeat the th Senator through skill and climb up one level, the benefits he would gain would be incomparable to the past.

"Master Dean, please forgive my previous rudeness. I am short-sighted. People like us gain power too easily, and we do have many deficiencies in actual combat. If you can make up for my shortcomings in this area, I will be very grateful!"