The bargaining between ’Snow Cloud Peak’ and ’Young Master’ was intense, but no one seemed interested.
The female manager of Wenjian couldn’t care less about those two fighting tooth and nail, as she worked hard to make that secretary laugh... by spreading the word about the many illustrious achievements of ’Young Master’ over the years, telling more embarrassing stories.
Anyway, both of them belong to the instrument conducting department, and they won’t be working in the same place in the future, so there’s no need to worry about issues with superiors’ reputation... ’Young Master’ couldn’t possibly start from the bottom wherever he goes, everyone knows that.
’Young Master’ himself also understands this, which is why he’s always proclaiming he’ll start his own symphony orchestra one day... This is the reason he can run rampant in the music academy without having any enemies.
So the gossip about ’Young Master’ was just talk... The conductor department only recruits 5 or 6 students a year, sometimes just 1, and they find jobs easily enough, no need to grovel behind ’Young Master’.
After all, orchestra conductors need to have a ’who else but me’ kind of aura, so the school raises them to be quite prideful... Otherwise, as the student council president, she wouldn’t need to work so hard to appease the juniors... This guy really would just up and leave.
Furthermore, for the Undead Tribe, making money is important, but not necessarily... especially when calculating the average income across tens of millions.
Whenever they think about it, selling grain for that price probably wouldn’t even be enough to buy a bottle of red potion for all of them, the Undead Tribe wouldn’t be interested in this... Hill thinks they might be acting so eager mainly to complete a grain-selling task.
William couldn’t possibly not intervene in this matter... He likely considers these types of affairs as battlefield tasks... The higher the completion rate, the higher the merit points awarded to each person at settlement.
That’s why ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was being so meticulous about every penny.
However, all they care about is task completion rate, and Vila here is just a minor side mission, couldn’t affect the big picture... So as long as they don’t lose money, the Undead Tribe couldn’t care less how much Vila could offer.
Anyway, ’Young Master’ knows the cost price and where their bottom line is.
In this seemingly intense yet truly intense war of words... ’Young Master’ wanted to have a battle on equal terms with Snow Old Dog, but fell short by a bit... actually, quite a lot.
Unable to win the verbal battle, ’Young Master’ ended up in shame and anger, directly starting to throw punches... In terms of fighting, even three Snow Old Dogs together couldn’t withstand a shield-wielding Young Master.
Fortunately, Wenjian had two others there to timely stop their Clan Leader from such rebellion... After all, the Undead Tribe knows there’s a camera in the Royal Palace... Arguing is okay, but fighting is not.
Can’t let outsiders see a flattened Snow Old Dog!
After all, he is the Alliance Hierarch of their Wenjian!
In the end, ’Young Master’ managed to bargain with Vila for a seventy percent deal.
Actually, the Little Fairy Queen was already quite satisfied, since she only planned to offer the same amount of money as Amanata’s god attendant, still calculated using gemstones.
The Little Fairy dejectedly took out the gemstones from her small bag one by one, handing them to ’Snow Cloud Peak’.
Snow Old Dog didn’t mind Vila’s reluctance, simply scanning the unevenly-sized gemstones with his tablet, reporting prices.
Vila listened with her ears perked up, extracting gemstones while frowning and asking, "How strange? Why have the prices for Pearl, Moonlight Stone, and Obsidian, Black Agate, Purple Cristal and purple jade gone up?"
"It’s quite normal!" Snow Cloud Peak smiled and replied, "After all, everyone knows, when the divine power leaves Toril, Celene’s moonlight and Shaer’s darkness won’t stray far.
They constitute one of the elements of Toril, and the gemstones said to connect with their powers are naturally more expensive.
Undead Tribe’s prices always follow market prices."
Vila scratched her head in confusion, "Celene is understandable, if there’s enough piety and kindness, she might respond to those who offer her moonstones, but Shaer?
Who said she likes these types of gemstones?
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How could the embodiment of primordial darkness like things from the material world? The humans now are completely unaware of the deities’ taboos and preferences?"
Snow Cloud Peak said indifferently, "How Toril people think, I can’t control, besides, for Her Majesty the Queen, isn’t it better for these gemstones’ prices to rise?"
Vila rummaged through her little bag, noncommittally saying, "Sounds pretty good, but the gemstones Hill and I traded are few, colors too dark, I don’t really like them.
As for moonstones, placed in Hill’s little garden will directly be turned into healing stones by the ’Tears Dripped from the Moon’, those can save lives, I wouldn’t sell them.
Sigh! My gemstones are running low too! Used them to build The Great Wall... Should’ve traded some Holy Light crystals from Hill earlier, that stuff is even more valuable now.
Too bad I went for the moonstones instead of that, seriously, next time I shouldn’t focus only on my preferences!
Nature truly loves me!
Maybe my money is enough! Grateful to Hill for taking me to Shoulong!
I actually have a large piece of purple jade! Oh my, and I even exchanged it with the gemstone fairies of Shoulong!
Vila happily took out a piece of purple jade, about the size of two of her, from her little bag and handed it to ’Snow Cloud Peak’.
Several members of the Undead Tribe couldn’t help but gather around to observe: "Is this the purple eye? We’ve always heard of it but never seen it!"
"Aren’t there some in jewelry stores?"
"It’s only when you see the raw stone that you know where the name ’purple eye’ comes from! Jewelry stores don’t have ones this big!"
’Snow Cloud Peak’ cheerfully told Vila, "With this piece, it’s enough. Do you need us to help with delivery?"
Vila nodded, and seriously instructed, "When you deliver it, be sure to make it clear that I, Vila, have repaid Amanata’s Holy Grail the favor from ten thousand years ago!"
The Undead Tribe accomplished this task very happily... and achieved the purpose of intimidating Manshaka.
There were actually hundreds of thousands of people delivering food.
To show that their trip to Manshaka was task-related, these guys actually each carried a flat little bag... made from the leaves called Big-Leaf Ant Tower, a small shrub that stands over a person’s height found all over the Mil Forest. Due to the Fire God Beast, many were burned to death, but after careful selection, there were still many usable leaves.
Recently, Kalinsanians used these leaves to make beds and even package bread, which the Undead Tribe likely saw. They really know how to utilize waste.
But judging by the look on Amanata Priest’s face on the grand screen, they don’t find anything amusing about the actions of the Undead Tribe... their behavior has induced a huge sense of crisis among them.
If these strange fairies suddenly show interest in Kalinsan... at a time when Kalinsanians think these elves are extremely generous now, Amanata Believers do not hold an absolute advantage.
Although the Undead Tribe doesn’t fancy this eerie place... for Amanata, there’s only this one opportunity, they can’t afford to lose.
Therefore, these priests had no intent to consult Amanata’s Holy Grail placed on the temple sacred table, and simply accepted the tribute from Queen Vila... after counting the food quantity, they somewhat believed that this little Fairy Queen who wanted to repay her favor had given her all.
After all, it’s nearly double the food they purchased.
Given Toril’s current situation, only the Teraxil Elves wouldn’t sell Kalinsan food at double price. Even if Vila got a slightly better discount, at most it’s a ten percent discount.
Toril people never believe anyone would miss a chance to earn money, the kind alignment is the same, much like Silvermoon City, they sell food to Kalinsan at normal market price but require Amanata Believers to deliver it themselves.
If they had the manpower and resources, why wouldn’t they buy it themselves in the market?
Alas! Who knows if it’s the years of natural and man-made disasters on Ferun Great Land, but current food prices have already multiplied compared to 10 years ago!
Hill rarely laughed heartily upon seeing this result... for Vila, she indeed gave a lot, but for that cup, money is probably the least necessary.
Unfortunately, in order to create this Golden Light Road, the divine power was consumed excessively... he spends most of his time asleep.
It’s hard to imagine that Amanata’s Holy Grail dreams of a demigod being so impoverished... but Vila’s emptied pockets were accepted publicly by Amanata Believers, with no chance of reversing.
"Huh?" Celene descended once again, "The Line of Destiny between Vila and Amanata really seems to have faded, huh? Was this food really that crucial for them?"
"For Amanata’s priests, it was quite important." Hill said gently, "But not for that cup. Alas, in Amanata’s view, the place of his loyal priests and his cup are the same.
As long as the priests acknowledged what the cup didn’t want to do, it’s alright."
Celene was silent for several seconds before speaking: "If it were me, loyal priests and a cup that becomes a divine artifact would be of similar importance.
But doesn’t that cup contain some of Amanata’s Soul Shards? Why is this happening?"
"Because he cannot admit it." Shaer’s voice whispered, "Bad deeds can be blamed on his cup’s willingness to do anything for his resurrection, but they absolutely cannot be attributed openly to the Sun God himself."
"Oh~" Celene said with sudden realization, "Is this what the Undead Tribe often says, wanting to remain forever pure despite being the Scarlet Lady?"
Hill didn’t even need to think to know where this line was translated from.
He just bewilderedly calculated the time these two goddesses departed... then deeply understood how boredom due to a closed world left them with only two options, either to argue or watch others’ drama.