Chapter 40

Although very angry, Anger still needed them to carry water to the temple to water the sacred mushrooms, so he could only give each of them a whack and be done with it.

However, this reminded Anger: "Why are they eating the leaves?"

The most valuable part of the beet is the root, and the leaves are usually thrown away as garbage or used as compost. Yet, the minotaur family only gnawed on the leaves.

"Delicious," the minotaur patriarch said, his eyes bulging like a bull's.

"Sweet," the eldest calf responded.

"Crisp," the second calf added.

"Can food be exchanged for this?" the minotaur patriarch asked tentatively.

Such a good deal? Anger hired the minotaur family to work and paid them wages, providing food and lodging, and giving them a bit of food every month.

However, they ate a lot, and fortunately, they were growing sacred mushrooms. If they were only growing food, the yield probably wouldn't be enough to feed the minotaur family.

Volunteering to exchange their food for beet leaves would save Anger a lot of food. Moreover, the beet leaves could regrow after being cut, and they could be harvested several times a year, effectively solving the minotaur family's food problem.

If the planting scale were expanded, the minotaurs in the underground city could live on beet leaves, leaving the roots for humans, a win-win situation.

Agreeing to the request to exchange their rations for beet leaves, Anger cut a few more bundles of leaves and threw them to the minotaur patriarch: "Sell them."

Seeing this, Silvercoin felt somewhat uneasy. Could a skeleton that plants and sells vegetables be reliable?

He was now planning to betray the Church of Light. If Anger couldn't protect him, it would be better to pretend nothing happened and take his medicine for the rest of his life, as he was already over ninety.

"Sir, can you help heal President Silvercoin? My power is not enough to clear the toxins in one go," Lisa reported.

The Mark of Corruption is essentially a toxin. If it can't be completely removed, the remaining toxins will eventually return to their original levels.

Anger nodded and extended his hand toward Silvercoin. He was now accustomed to the principle of equivalent exchange. As Lisa approached, the soul flames on her body continuously transferred to him, so he naturally wouldn't refuse such a small request.

When the holy light emerged from Anger's palm, Silvercoin's legs almost gave out. This scene was too magical—a skeleton casting holy light. Was this sacred or profane?

Anger cast about sixty Purification spells on Silvercoin, likely purifying even the toxins in his bones. However, Anger's Purification spells didn't have the beautifying effect that Lisa's did.

What was difficult for Lisa to do in one go was easy for Anger. After all, when he healed the angel skeleton, he often cast thousands of Purification spells, so sixty was nothing.

After the treatment, Anger turned to go back and continue cutting grass. The scythe he wielded extended its blade, which made the knowledgeable Silvercoin tense up and instinctively step back: the Scythe of Death? The Scythe of Death used to cut grass?

"Sir, wait a moment." Lisa pulled Anger back: "President Silvercoin has brought some specialties, some rare items from other planes. Sir, please take a look."

Anger hadn't shown any reaction, but Nigris in his soul was excited: "Oh, rare items? A goblin general store? This is really worth a look. These goblins often get some strange and unusual things."

Nigris was interested, but Anger didn't care. He squatted down on the field ridge. The little zombie appeared from somewhere and squatted next to Anger, while the angel skeleton fluttered over and squatted on the other side.

Lisa, Anna, and Lan also gathered around, clearly very interested in the specialties Silvercoin brought.

Silvercoin's excuse for teleporting over was to bring many specialties and establish a trading post in this world. He had the confidence to say this because of the goblin merchants' reputation.

When it comes to goblins, everyone thinks of cunning and general stores, due to the large number of merchants and the mixed quality.

Of course, goblin engineers are also famous.

Silvercoin took off his never-parted-with satchel. It was a long, flat wooden box with intricate carvings, but it was wrapped in cloth, revealing only one or two corners.

He found a larger flat area, laid the cloth on the ground, and placed the wooden box on it, carefully wiping it before channeling magic into his palm and gently pressing it on the wooden box.

The wooden box was clearly locked with a magic pattern, and only someone with the same magic fluctuation could open it. Each person's magic fluctuation is unique, so theoretically, only the original owner could open something locked with a magic pattern.

Lan pursed her lips. A broken wooden box locked with a magic pattern was too extravagant.

With a thud, the wooden box opened, the top and bottom boxes lying flat on the cloth. But it didn't stop there. The top and bottom boxes continued to open, flipping three times, and the area on the ground suddenly expanded six times, from the size of a box to the size of a bed.

Not only that, but the thickness of the opened sections was definitely thicker than the original wooden box.

"Is this a spatial artifact?!" The women, including Lisa, were excited, and Anna instinctively touched the ring on her hand.

She also had a spatial artifact, but it was a symbol of the Lord of Ice City, originally belonging to her brother. However, her brother, who was a slacker, gave the ring to her and disappeared.

Phyllis and Lisa also had spatial rings, but they were small. In this world, there were only three known spatial artifacts, and none in the Demon Valley, showing how rare they were.

A goblin merchant like Silvercoin actually had a spatial artifact? Was this world too poor, or were goblin merchants truly legendary?

Laid out to the size of a bed, the wooden box also extended upward to about two meters high, becoming a large cabinet with about seven layers, each filled with various strange and unusual items.

Nigris immediately saw a golden scale, as large as a palm, as thick as a finger, and heavy like metal: "My... my... my scale, my scale!!"

Seeing Anger's interest in the scale, Silvercoin instinctively put on a professional smile: "Sir, you have a keen eye. This is a scale from a legendary brass dragon. Brass dragons are said to be fifty meters long, with a massive body and formidable combat power. They are also highly knowledgeable, and there is nothing they don't know. Legend has it that if one gains the favor of a brass dragon and learns its divine name, they can acquire infinite knowledge."

Anger tilted his head. Was the goblin talking about Nigris? Probably not, as Nigris wasn't that big and didn't know everything, like where the King was.

Silvercoin continued: "This brass dragon scale has the mysterious power to solve difficulties. Whether it's a magic exam, a promotion, a research breakthrough, a raise, or a promotion, wearing it will ensure success. If one worships it morning and night... ouch."

Before Silvercoin could finish, Lisa slapped him on the head: "Who are you asking to worship?"

"Sorry, sorry, just a slip of the tongue." Silvercoin immediately realized what he had done. Asking a 'god' to worship something else was blasphemy, which in the Church of Light would be considered heresy. Lisa only slapped him, which was very lenient.

"You've been talking about all these abstract things. Does it have any practical use? Is this the level of your general store?"

Silvercoin's face fell. What did she mean by this level? This level was already very high. A brass dragon scale was rare and could cause a frenzy in the human world.

But Lisa was right. Anger was a 'god,' and a piece of his bone would probably be on the same level as a brass dragon scale, so he wouldn't be interested in this level.

It wasn't that his standards had lowered; it was that this 'customer' was too high-level.

"How much?" Just as Silvercoin thought he couldn't sell it, Anger suddenly put on his hat and asked directly. If he didn't, Nigris would have exploded his soul.

"Five hundred magic crystals." Don't be fooled by his big talk. In reality, he wasn't sure if the scale was from a brass dragon. Unlike elemental dragons, such as a red dragon, whose scales have strong fire elements and can be easily identified.

A brass dragon scale couldn't be distinguished and had no practical use, unlike a red dragon scale, which could be enchanted, used in potions, or added to fire-based magical items.

The mysterious power of the brass dragon scale was all made up by him. Passing exams, getting promotions, and good luck were not as magical as the undergarments of the goddess of luck.

A red dragon scale cost only thirty magic crystals. Who would spend five hundred magic crystals on a brass dragon scale? What for? Collecting? It wouldn't sell for much, but it was so rare that he didn't want to sell it cheaply, so it was stuck in his hands.

Anger pulled out a bag of magic crystals, which he had saved from selling the essence liquid, as he had nowhere to spend them.

He had no concept of money, but Lan and Lisa were different. They quickly stopped him, and Lisa even took out a bottle of sacred essence liquid and asked: "Let's trade this for it."

Silvercoin's eyes lit up, and he eagerly nodded, snatching it: "Deal."

Lisa and Lan exchanged glances.

Lisa had said to trade it, but hadn't specified how many bottles. According to their previous selling price, five pounds of essence liquid sold for three thousand magic crystals, so one bottle was about 120 magic crystals, and five hundred magic crystals would need four bottles plus a little more.

But Silvercoin didn't mention how many bottles, meaning that in his mind, one bottle of essence liquid was worth more than five hundred magic crystals.

Lisa leaned in and whispered: "President Silvercoin, how much does one bottle of this essence liquid sell for in the human world?"

Silvercoin stiffened, looking at Lisa with difficulty, but he saw a dangerous light in her eyes. Some people's eyes light up with this light when they see money, and at such times, they can be very dangerous.

"One... one thousand."

Lisa and Lan's faces simultaneously showed deep regret: "Oh my, what a loss!"

"I know why the Church of Light is targeting us. Three thousand magic crystals, and they can resell it for twenty-five thousand, almost nine times the profit."

"Yes, yes, if we had sold it for several times more, there wouldn't have been any trouble, as the cost might have been that high."

Seeing Lisa and Lan's regret, Silvercoin added fuel to the fire: "Selling it for one thousand per bottle, and it's even diluted. Your pure version could sell for one thousand five hundred."

"Diluted?! Scoundrel!"

Just as everyone was condemning the scoundrel, Lan's face suddenly changed. She listened for a moment and said with a pale face: "I received a soul message. A Church of Light army has been teleported to the outskirts of Ice City."

Silvercoin's face also turned pale, and he said urgently: "It's not my fault."