Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 74: Chapter 68: Turning the Cultivator of Light_l

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Silver Coin checked his appearance, and before the people outside could come in, he proactively crawled out himself: “Hello there, what are you looking for?”

The people outside were so frightened that they almost swung their farm tools at him. Several torches nearly shoved into Silver Coin’s face, only relaxed after they recognized his lively appearance: “A Goblin, alive.”

The villager leading the group came over and checked Silver Coin’s body, primarily poking his flesh and taking a sniff. Not noticing any abnormalities, he let him go: “Why are you hiding in the sewer?”

Silver Coin dusted off his clothes and calmly replied: “Just a transient traveler seeking a temporary shelter. Why, am I not allowed to hide in here? Or did

something happen?”

“An Undead was found at the Chaotic Burial Mound, we don’t know where it ran off to and are searching for it. You better not run around, find a place to stay.” Said the leading villager.

Silver Coin feigned a shocked expression: “An Undead? That’s a serious matter, thank you for letting me know. I’m going to find a safe place right away, many thanks.” Right after, he hastily left.

The searching villagers asked confusedly: “Just let him go like that? We don’t question him?”

The leading villager asked just as confused: “Question him? About what? It’s clear at a glance that he’s alive, and he doesn’t reek of death. What’s there to ask?”

“Ask him why he is hiding in the sewer. Don’t you find it strange?”

The leading villager chuckled: “It’s clear you are inexperienced. What was that just now? A Goblin, a stingy Goblin. It’s exceedingly rare for rich ones to stay in inns. What’s so strange about living in an available sewer?”

“Ah? This is normal?”

“Too normal. Ah, not only stingy Goblins, in these times even if it was us living in the sewers, how strange could it be? The tax levied by the gentry increases year after year and so does the grain collected, sigh…” The leading villager sighed.

When the topic reached this point, no one felt like talking anymore.

On the road, Silver Coin encountered several search parties, some even lead by Priests. But he managed to slip by unscathed each time, as they didn’t pay much attention to a lively and non-odorous Goblin as himself.

This allowed Silver Coin to profoundly sense the power of ‘Purify’. If it just healed his decaying body, it would have been pointless. Dirty clothes and the stench of death would definitely attract attention. He wondered if Priests could sense his abnormality at close range.

After detouring, he returned to the Silver Light Mercantile Company’s base and knocked on the door of his private courtyard. The special rhythmic knock soon caused the door to quietly open. A drowsy-looking Goblin yawned as he opened the door: “President, you’re back?”

Silver Coin had somewhat forgotten who this Goblin was and did not greet him, just nodded his head and walked into the room.

The Silver Light Mercantile Company was a more loosely organized Trade

Union Alliance. Each vice president independently led their own trade group.

Usually sharing information and resources, but assets were individually split.

Once Silver Coin reached his room, he searched for various kinds of accounts, diaries, notebooks, travel logs, and carefully scrutinized them, cross-checking with the missing pieces in his memory.

His soul had suffered significant harm, a small portion had been sucked away and his memory was damaged. But with these paper records, he could still figure out some things.

The next morning, Silver Coin took out a box from the safe, and then informed everyone for a meeting. Once everyone gathered, Silver Coin directly stated: “Something happened to me on this outing. I was hit by spirit magic and my memory is a bit chaotic. Tekas, Steller, who is this? Reza? Stenson…”

After a roll call, he finally linked all names and faces, and everyone accepted his explanation.

As for why Silver Coin was hit by spirit magic, no one asked.

“Alright, now for another matter, from this point onward, the trade group will alter its operational direction. Dispose of all those miscellaneous projects as soon as possible and in the future concentrate on completing the tasks I issue. The first task is to procure as much grain, cloth, farming tools, and so on.”

Someone was unhappy. Stenson said: “Ah? Dispose of everything? I’ve just managed to get a supply chain for elven artifacts, we are also disposing of this? What a pity!”

“Dispose of them, but you can maintain the relationship with the elves, we can contact them again when necessary.” Silver Coin stated.

“President, this is not right, it was tough for me to establish this relationship. If we suddenly adjust, I cannot accept it. I apply to withdraw from the trade caravan.” Stenson said.

Establishing a relationship with the elves was arduous work. It required tireless efforts in the deep mountains and forests. He originally planned to make a big score, yet Silver Coin suddenly changed the operating direction prompting him to dispose of these things. He joked, ‘With this connection, which trading company wouldn’t offer him a partnership? Dispose of them?’

Silver Coin nodded: “You can, wish you good business prosperity. Besides the company’s assets, you can take all materials related to your operations.” Stenson’s was moved, expressing sincerely: “Thank you, President.”

Being able to take operational materials with him essentially meant Stenson could take his original customers with him. This was a very generous act. In theory, anything developed using the company’s resources were the company’s property.. Letting him leave was already nice, and now he was allowed to bring customers too?