Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 611: Chapter 342: The New Storm Has Formed_2

Ange tilted his head, about to reach out and take it back.

“No, no, no, the odds of that are too low. Give it to me, I’ll refine it into a super artifact, which will significantly increase the odds of releasing her divine technique. Hand it over to me.” Durken regretted opening his mouth. If he hadn’t said anything and just taken it, this awkward situation wouldn’t have emerged.

Seeing the regretful look on Durken’s face, Negris felt like laughing at the self-inflicted situation Kvada had gotten himself into by talking nonsense to the dead skeleton.

“So the divine technique of the God of the Dark was stolen?” Seeing that Ange didn’t continue to reach for the item, Negris promptly changed the subject, trying to present it as a done deal.

“It’s not that easy. What was projected was only the power of the dark. Dyson’s Divine Fire is still the main subject. We can only lose that part of the power.” Durken answered while slowly stepping back. Seeing Ange withdraw his hand, he let out a sigh of relief and said,

“I’ll take it for refining. It will definitely be transformed into a super artifact. Kvada, the Gem of the Divine Soul, this thing is too precious. Sir, your pet is the real treasure. It can even crystallize divine souls.” Durken exclaimed with admiration.

Little Ghost, feeling a bit dizzy from serving as a catalyst, yawned and slowly reduced in size, like a deflating balloon. Eventually, it nestled back onto Ange’s finger.

After a short pause, it stuck its head out again and spit out another crystal.

“…” Durken and Negris glanced at each other, both at a loss for words.

After a while, Negris finally said, “This seems to be Dyson’s.”

Dyson’s Divine Fire combined with the projected power of the dark had solidified into two crystals. Yes, this makes sense.

Feeling the impact, Durken and Negris grumbled ‘damn luck’ and ‘the favor of the goddess,’ walking away in frustration.

Ange raised his finger to look at Little Ghost. Durken was right; for Ange, Little Ghost was just a pet. So he would feed it whatever he had, regardless of whether it was common or precious.

From Durken’s reaction, the crystals must be valuable.

But it seems that Little Ghost isn’t so simple. Could it really crystallize divine souls?

He tilted his head in thought for a moment. Then, Ange reached out with his other hand, slowly poke Little Ghost, saying, “Eat.”

Little Ghost popped its head out in confusion, but when it saw the light at Ange’s fingertip, it bit into it.

…

Negris and Durken looked at the third Gem of the Divine Soul that Ange handed to them, a ghostly look on their faces: “You’re saying, you fed the Instant Death Halo to Little Ghost, and then it spat out this?”

Ange nodded.

Durken sat on the ground with a thump, distressed: “It’s over, divine souls are common now, they’re not worth anything.”

Negris scoffed: “You’re kidding, right? Not worth anything? It’s a fortune.”

The Goblin Trade Guild invented trade bills, which were used to settle advances. For example, if the Goblin Trade Guild’s land was expected to produce ten million tons of grain next year, they could issue ten million trade bills, sell them cheaply, and then organize production.

Since farmers and landlords could receive money in advance, they could better organize production and reduce risk. Grain merchants also enjoyed a reduced price for paying in advance.

However, the weather was erratic. If the crops failed and grain prices skyrocketed, then the trade bills also increased in value, allowing the grain merchants to make huge profits even without selling any grain.

On the contrary, if the harvest was abundant, grain prices would drop, potentially causing losses for grain merchants.

The notion that greater abundance led to lower prices clearly came from the goblin commodity brokers.

Durken, however, didn’t have such complicated thoughts. He simply believed that once rare materials lost their rarity, their value disappeared. This thought left him feeling stifled.

However, once he examined the artifact Ange gave him, he realized something was off: “This is not a Gem of the Divine Soul. The power seems to be sealed. How do you release it?”

Ange took the crystal to the edge of a rice field. Crushing it and throwing it on the ground, he left a footprint. The Instant Death Halo was released immediately.

“Hiss——This is a Divine Technique Seal? You can seal divine techniques and release them at will?” Negris asked in surprise.

“It was.” Ange held up his finger.

“This… This… Little Ghost is too powerful. How did it do it? Try it again!” Negris urged.

Ange shook his head: “It’s tired.”

“Ah, I see. Let it rest, rest first. Next time you seal a technique, remember to call me. I want to see how it can do it.”

Negris said hastily, practically begging, clearly afraid of disturbing Little Ghost.

In the past, Little Ghost was generally neglected by Negris for its seemingly non-purposeful existence, only eating and not providing any benefits. Now, however, it has transformed into a coveted deity, like a god of exams that students pray to the night before, out of fear that a disturbed sleep would lead to a poor performance on their exam.

Upon realizing Little Ghost’s ability, the first thing Ange thought of was the Instant Death Halo. Negris had a different idea: “Could you seal your Ultimate Transformation in this way?”

Ange tilted his head.

Negris whispered, “Do you know who I was reminded of? Goddess of Redemption. She too could seal her own or someone else’s divine technique for use later.”

…

In a secret world, a dark flame that had dimmed a little bit just now suddenly flared up again. Deep roars from the God of the Dark echoed throughout the space: “Guliani! You plotted against me!”