Chapter 68

Silver Coin checked his appearance, and before the people outside could come in, he climbed out himself: "Hello, what are you looking for?"

The people outside were so startled that they almost swung their farming tools at him. Several torches almost poked Silver Coin's face. After seeing his lively appearance, they relaxed: "A goblin, a living one."

The leading villager came over to search Silver Coin, mainly pinching his flesh and sniffing him. Finding nothing unusual, he let him go: "Why were you hiding in the sewer?"

Silver Coin patted his clothes and calmly said: "Just a temporary shelter for a wandering traveler. What? Can't hide in the sewer? Or did something happen?"

"A undead was found in the mass grave, and we don't know where it went. We're searching for it. Don't wander around, find a place to stay," the leading villager said.

Silver Coin showed a shocked expression: "A undead? That's a big deal. Thank you for the information. I'll find a safe place right away. Thank you very much." With that, he hurriedly left.

The villagers searching were puzzled: "Just let him go? Don't you want to question him?"

The leading villager replied in confusion: "Question? What for? I could tell he was alive at a glance, and he didn't smell of decay. What's there to ask?"

"Ask him why he was hiding in the sewer. Don't you find that strange?"

The leading villager laughed: "You obviously lack experience. What was that? A goblin, a miserly goblin. Even if they have money, they rarely stay in inns. What's strange about living in a ready-made sewer?"

"Ah? Is that normal?"

"Very normal. Sigh, not just miserly goblins. With the current times, even if we lived in sewers, would it be that strange? The lord's taxes get higher every year, and the grain he takes gets more and more. Sigh..."

Once this topic came up, no one felt like talking anymore.

Silver Coin encountered several search parties on his way, some even led by priests, but he managed to avoid them all without much trouble. They didn't pay much attention to a goblin who looked lively and had no strange smell.

This made Silver Coin deeply realize the power of 'Clean Face.' If it just healed his rotting body, it wouldn't have much meaning. Dirty clothes and the smell of decay would certainly draw attention. He wondered if a priest could detect his abnormality up close.

After taking a detour, he returned to the Silver Light Guild's base, went to his private courtyard, and knocked on the door with a specific rhythm. The door quietly opened, and a goblin with sleepy eyes yawned: "President, you're back?"

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

The Silver Light Guild was a relatively loose alliance of merchant caravans. Each vice president led an independent caravan, sharing resources and information but keeping their personnel and assets separate.

Back in his room, Silver Coin carefully examined various ledgers, diaries, and merchant handbooks, cross-referencing them with the gaps in his memory.

His soul had been severely damaged, with a small part of it taken away, and his memory was also damaged. However, with these written records, he could still piece things together.

The next morning, Silver Coin took a box from the safe and called a meeting. Once everyone had gathered, he said directly: "On this trip, I had an accident and was hit by a mind magic spell, which confused my memory. Tarkas, Stelle, who is this? Raz? Stenson..."

After a round of roll call, he finally connected the names with the people, and everyone accepted his explanation.

No one would ask why Silver Coin had been hit by a mind magic spell.

"Alright, now I have another matter. The caravan will change its business direction from now on. Get rid of all the miscellaneous projects as soon as possible and focus on the tasks I assign. The first task is to purchase as much grain, cloth, and farming tools as possible."

Some people were unhappy. Stenson said: "What? Get rid of everything? I worked hard to establish a source for elven crafts. Should I get rid of that too? That's too much of a waste, right?"

"Get rid of it, but you can maintain your relationship with the elves. We'll contact them if the task requires it," Silver Coin said.

Stenson said: "President, that's not right. I worked hard to build those relationships, and you suddenly change the direction. I can't accept it. I request to leave the guild."

Building a relationship with the elves required both ability and luck. Stenson had endured a lot, running into the deep forests countless times.

He had hoped to make a fortune, but Silver Coin's sudden change in direction and the order to get rid of these items was a joke. With this connection, he could easily get a partner position in any guild. Get rid of it?

Silver Coin nodded: "Alright, I wish you good business. You can take the data you've collected, except for the guild's assets."

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

Being able to take the data he had collected was a very generous move. Theoretically, everything developed through the guild belonged to the guild. Letting him leave was already very nice, let alone taking the clients.

Some guilds would break his legs and throw him out.

Grateful, Stenson left. Silver Coin looked around at the others and asked: "Anyone else want to leave?"

Most people showed hesitant expressions, but unlike Stenson, they didn't have their own client relationships. After a moment of hesitation, everyone shook their heads.

"Good. Close the door, activate the warning array, and gather around." Everyone gathered behind Silver Coin, watching him open the box on the table. He quickly closed it halfway.

But it was enough for everyone behind him to see what was in the box. Someone instinctively exclaimed: "Holy..." but was quickly covered by a companion or elbowed in the stomach, cutting off the rest of the words.

Everyone's eyes sparkled with the light of magic crystals, their hearts shouting: We're rich, we're 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 a thousand magic crystals. All the women in the world would go crazy for it.

Silver Coin's caravan quickly separated from the Silver Light Guild, transforming into a secret guild. From today on, it would only deal in one product—Holy Essence Liquid.

Dealing in Holy Essence Liquid didn't require so many people, but Silver Coin knew that from the moment he was reborn, his fate no longer belonged to him, nor did it belong to him before.

From that moment on, he had to wholeheartedly follow Anger's will and prioritize Anger's needs, adjusting the business direction at any time. Therefore, he needed more loyal and skilled people.

He was very familiar with this model. In the past, he had also prioritized the needs of the Holy Spear Army, conducting business while gathering intelligence. There was no difference.

Besides purchasing grain, Silver Coin took the initiative to add cloth, farming tools, various seeds, and ordered iron and wheels. He had been to Ice City and toured Anger's planting area, roughly figuring out what that world lacked.

Or rather, what it didn't lack. Except for water and stones, everything else was in short supply.

A good merchant shouldn't wait for the customer to make a request but should actively discover and create customer needs.

That night, Silver Coin brought a bottle of Holy Essence Liquid, divided a small sample, and drove a carriage to a hotel near the Holy Spear Army's base. After checking in, he placed a vase 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 face of holy dignity. From this face, one could sense a noble and sacred aura. A person with impure intentions would easily feel ashamed.

Silver Coin had often dared not look at this face in the past, but now he didn't have that feeling.

"Hello, Sister Patricia," Silver Coin greeted, placing a hand over his chest.

"It's you? You didn't die?" Patricia showed a slightly surprised expression.

The Holy Spear Army's God Knight, the quartermaster, the Holy Knight squad, ten priests, ten heavy shield soldiers, seventy sword archers, and two specially trained Holy Servants had all died, but the goblin merchant who went to investigate first didn't die?

Patricia was one of the few who knew Silver Coin's identity, as the two Holy Servants who accompanied him were brought by Patricia.

"I didn't die. I traded some precious things for my life and freedom, then secretly ran back," Silver Coin casually made up a reason. "I also found what Leonard was truly looking for."

Patricia's eyebrows furrowed, her expression stern: "What do you mean?"

Silver Coin didn't speak but directly placed the sample of Holy Essence Liquid on the table and gently pushed it toward Patricia.

Patricia tried to maintain a stern appearance, but her trembling eyebrows betrayed her inner thoughts. She picked up the small bottle, sniffed it, and then eagerly applied it to her face.

The smell, texture, and absorption speed all indicated that this was the concentrated version of the essence liquid that had been circulating among the noblewomen. The concentrated version was the essence of the essence. Indeed, the goblin in front of her had found what Leonard was truly looking for.

Patricia took a deep breath and smiled: "What are your plans?"

Silver Coin directly took out a bottle and pushed it to Patricia: "Sell it. I don't care how much you sell it for, but I want 1,300 magic crystals as the cost price."

Patricia's heart raced. If she sold it for 1,500, wouldn't she get a 200 magic crystal commission?

This was already the price of the concentrated essence liquid. With a few noblewomen bidding, doubling the price wasn't a problem.

Many people might not understand the value of 200 magic crystals. A small estate with a 3,000 square meter courtyard and a 300 square meter house wouldn't cost 200 magic crystals. Earning a bottle for an estate?

Many thoughts flashed through Patricia's mind, but thinking of Leonard's fate, she hesitated. After much hesitation, she nodded and said solemnly: "By the light of the Holy Light, I swear to give President Silver Coin 1,300 magic crystals for each bottle of Holy Essence Liquid sold."

As she spoke, a vow mark condensed in front of her. Silver Coin reached out to receive it, and Patricia took the essence liquid from the table.

"Next, Sister Patricia, do you know about the Mark of Corruption?" Silver Coin stared into Patricia's eyes and asked.

The moment the words "Mark of Corruption" were spoken, Patricia's eyes flashed with a clear sign of killing intent.

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

Patricia's eyes locked onto Silver Coin, saying nothing, but the holy and dignified aura was gone, replaced by a murderous intent.

Silver Coin knew he had guessed right. He deliberately brought up this topic after signing the Holy Light vow, fearing that Patricia would kill him on the spot. "Do you still have the medicine?" was also a test.

From Patricia's reaction, she not only knew what the Mark of Corruption was but also that the medicine was running low, as it was only in the hands of Leonard and the quartermaster.

Seeing her reaction, Silver Coin knew he held the biggest card. His face showed a sincere and cunning goblin merchant's expression: "Sister Patricia, do you believe there is a power that can completely cure the Mark of Corruption? Like me."

Like me? Patricia's expression became serious.

If Lisa knew that Silver Coin dared to try to turn a Holy Servant with just a bottle of essence liquid, she would definitely give him a thumbs up.

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To receive the supplies prepared by Silver Coin, Anger came to the control room to learn how to operate the teleportation array.

"Teach me," Anger pointed to the coordinate system diagram and said to Negris.