Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 228: Chapter 160: Can Silkworm Baby Gnaw at World Tree Leaves?_1

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“You asked Rogge, what other ideas could he have? He would love to kill the dishonest merchants. Needless to mention those who rob and murder: ‘Behead them!’”

The moment he finished speaking, the thug he was holding wet himself on the spot.

Rogge dragged the thug into the marketplace, and beheaded him right there. His roar shook everyone’s soul: “Foolish weaklings, rules and laws are the only things protecting you. When you think you can bully the weak at will, you will become the bullied because there are many stronger than you! I won’t mind turning you all into the dead and this place into the kingdom of the dead.”

This straightforward and bloody declaration was quite fitting for the Extremely Dark Warrior Emperor. It scared everyone, making them tremble like quails.

Without doubt, Rogge could do this. Dark City was his natural turf. Even if the Arcane Magician came, he wouldn’t be afraid.

“Alright, I’ve scared them.” Rogge spoke gleefully when he returned.

Negris spoke dismissively, “Even if you killed half the people here, it is useless. What did I just tell you? The person who can solve the food problem is here. Ange, how would you solve the food issue?”

Ange tilted his head, reached inside the Temple of Rest and pulled out the Purple Corpse.

Excitedly holding the Jujube Wolf Tooth Club, Purple Corpse shouted out, “Where is the enemy?!” Clearly suffering from pent-up energy.

After looking around and not finding any enemies, Purple Corpse disappointedly threw the club on the ground,”Little horse, come here, let me give you a massage.”

Lightning sighed and obediently walked over.

Ange pulled again, and the Great Shaman was out. A few Titan stood on the ground, making the surrounding space seem much narrower.

Only then did Ange start to transfer the beet food. Before long, bags of food were piled up like a small hill on the ground.

The grain merchant fell to his knees, murmuring, “It’s over, I’m done for, I’m going bankrupt.”

“Bankrupt? What are you talking about!” Negris slapped the grain merchant’s head, “How much does your grain normally cost to acquire? I will give you a 5% discount. You’ll just be changing suppliers and you will still sell the grain, but you can’t sell at a high price anymore.”

“Really?” The grain merchant’s eyes widened unbelievably, “Really? I won’t sell at a high price. I will sell low. Even at the original price, I am okay with that. The savings on transportation costs would be a fortune.”

Food was not expensive, but the shipping costs were, at least one or two times more expensive than the food itself.

However, Negris shook his head, and said solemnly, “You can’t sell at a low price, it must be at the original price at least. You can slowly reduce the price, but not by a lot at once, or the already fragile economic chain here will collapse. Even a fragile economic chain is better than a collapsed one.”

Both the grain merchant and Rogge were clueless, “What is… what is an economic chain?”

Negris didn’t bother explaining. He called over Purple Corpse and the others, had them carry the food to the crowd, and in front of everyone, he cut open a bag, “Grains, as much as you want, no price increases, one for five.”

With the fresh grains and low prices, the residents of Dark City went into a buying frenzy.

Negris overlooked one thing and that was the quality of the grains. The grain that the merchants of Dark City sold was always old and poor quality, eaten by insects and rats.

Ange’s grain, on the other hand, was…aged for centuries, stored for hundreds to thousands of years. But because of the Breathing Soil, they only lost water and had not turned into powder, been damaged or gone mouldy. The appearance of it was many times better than the merchants’ grains.

Even though there was a buying frenzy, everyone was orderly. That was because at least five Titan giants were there, glaring at the crowd menacingly.

As long there was food, the crisis caused by the bombing of the Silver Knight’s camp was easily resolved.

While Negris was handling the crisis, Ange examined the roll of stuff that Little Angel had ‘bought’ from a human child. When he unrolled it, it was a roll of white cloth.

“Huh!?” Ange pointed at the white cloth and asked about it.

“Huh!” Little Angel pointed at the holes in her skirt.

Ange finally noticed that Little Angel’s clothes were severely damaged. There were at least three visible holes the size of fingers on her front and five on her back.

Usually, Lisa would handle Little Angel’s clothes. She made dozens of identical little skirts. If one was ruined, she would replace it. Now that Lisa didn’t come over, no one noticed when the clothes were torn.

So, did she buy the cloth to make clothes? Ange was delighted. Did she understand now that clothes were made from cloth?

Little Angel used to think that clothes were something Ange transformed. Every time after using its power, it would seek Ange’s healing and ‘clothes transformation’. Of course, it didn’t care if its clothes were not transformed, because it didn’t care if it was wearing clothes or not.

Ange didn’t care either, but Lisa and Negris did. Every time they didn’t dress Little Angel, Lisa would give them a look as if they were perverts.

Understanding that clothes are made from cloth is big progress.

Ange felt the cloth, and suddenly realized there was something wrong with it. When he pulled it out to check, it was light, thin, and dense. The material and quality were clearly much better than ordinary cloth.

When he showed the cloth to Negris, it gave him a shock too, “This is not cloth, not cotton or linen. This is silk.”

Questioning the boy, Negris asked, “Who made this cloth?”

The boy pointed to himself.

“You? Impossible.” Negris looked him up and down, shaking his head disbelievingly.

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