Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters Vera is a little sober
So Amaunata's otherworldly god attendant could only face the 'Xueyun Peak' with an expression that he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
The undead readily left Vera aside... The Goblin Queen only hired them as bodyguards, but had no control over their side jobs outside of work.
In a world like Toril, only fanatical believers who surrender themselves wholeheartedly to the gods and slaves without autonomy cannot control their own private property.
Even if she is a god, she cannot arrange the property of followers of other gods, not to mention that the Goblin Queen is only a demigod.
Of course, Toril's laws and the apparently universal rules have always been there, and anyone can use them... but you must have the ability to speak.
Just like the undead at this moment, no matter how strong Amaunata is, he can't seal the mouths of all of them, let alone he can't seal them either.
Even if Amaunata causes trouble with the undead afterwards, she doesn't dare to do anything at this time... The gods of Toril don't know how much they want to find a reason to let him sleep for hundreds of thousands more years!
As the sun god, it is surprising that Amaunata can live up to such an outrageous virtue.
The undead probably thought that these divine servants sent by Amaunata wanted to steal a handful of supplies from their hands. All of them had ugly expressions. "The bird-men with wings only want good things."
If you take it for free, you might as well bring a devil. "Is the Sun God so poor that he begs for food?" There are endless words like this.
Some people have already wanted to pluck all the feathers from the wings of the Divine Attendant... The undead have always wanted to know whether these wings, which seem to be made of white light, can also be plucked out like chicken wings.
When they heard that the undead were disrespectful to their main god, the otherworldly gods were so angry that their white hair almost burned. They raised their scepters and planned to fight the undead to the death.
It's a pity that the fight still didn't start.
Realizing that something was wrong, the Holy Grail of Amaunata quickly sent two more divine servants to deliver dozens of trade gold bars commonly used in Faerûn... This was enough to feed 100,000 people for a week at most.
'Xueyunfeng' looked at the two new divine servants with a little surprise: "You only buy so much? You can't last long on this road, right?"
The divine servants were floating in mid-air, with compassion written on their faces, but their words were very commonplace: "My Lord has not yet returned to the throne of God, most of the temples are still sealed, and the Cup of Amauna Tower does not have much property in his hands.
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Although it’s a bit embarrassing, I still hope you can give me a discount. You can’t sell such a large amount of food at retail prices, right?”
"Tsk~ If I sell your food at the retail price, you are already a great saint, okay? It's enough to make Tyr smile at me." 'Xueyunfeng' said unceremoniously, "We don't raise prices during the war.
Without adulteration, how many people like me can Toril find?
But Vera said that he had some friendship with the Amaunata Temple before, so I will give you a 50% discount. You won’t think it’s less, right?
In exchange for Tethyr and Amn, if I don't sell it to you at double the price, I guess it will be quadrupled, right?"
Hill watched silently as the old snow dog who scolded Fang Qiu used a set of words to talk about the divine attendant of Amaunata until his eyes were filled with tears.
They had forgotten what their goal was, and just pulled the long wooden carriages that were connected together... which were filled with wheat rye at a 50% discount on the market price of Faerun grain... in a daze.
flew away.
Hill really didn't expect that the undead were not even willing to take out a few space bags. Instead, they hollowed out the huge shadow crown branches to make a flatbed truck, and then used a spell that could reduce the weight of the food... Otherwise, those gods
The waiter wouldn't be able to carry it that easily, after all, there are dozens of them!
Speaking of which, even a space bag with a larger capacity is probably only worth about 10 gold to the undead. Normally, they wouldn't behave so stingy... I don't know why, but the undead seem to hate it.
Amaunata.
Hill suspected that they took their dislike of some people in Calimshan directly to the Sun Temple... They probably thought that Calimshan would have such a tradition, which was related to their worship of the sun god.
However, these wooden carriages are quite useful to the civilians of Manshaka... After these divine servants send the food back, these carriages will probably be abandoned. After all, the shadow crown tree is basically used except for making some ropes.
Come and burn.
But for ordinary people whose lives are definitely not that good, they can at least cook some mixed fish soup and go to the beach to catch some sea clams.
Mansha is stuck on a promontory, and the seafood is quite abundant...but no matter how many fish there are, it is not easy to fill the stomachs of hundreds of thousands of people, not to mention that most of the people have to resist the gods and monsters on the city walls!
Besides, if the people who helped them fight the war were to eat salted fish every day, Hill estimated that Manshaka wouldn't be able to hold on for even half a month... After Toril's professionals reached the middle level, they were not so easy to talk to.
Hill sighed and looked at Vera who was lying on the giant screen by the window watching what was going on outside, and couldn't help pinching her eyebrows.
The little flower fairy was obviously badly hurt, and was muttering to himself: "Amaunata's followers only have a few dozen gold bars? How is that possible?"
She almost shouted: "How could the Temple of the Sun be so poor! Even the walls of the temple were made of gold!"
"Didn't you say that their temples are sealed and can't be found?" 'Young Master' softly comforted the little goblin who looked like he had been severely injured. "Their lack of money is only temporary...and the old dog didn't give them a discount.
Yet?"
Vera glanced lifelessly at her undead friends, and said with despair: "My feelings tell me that I should lend a helping hand for the sake of our past friendship, and at least buy them some food.
But my reason tells me...my wallet is going to be empty! If I do this, I will be the only bankrupt goblin queen in the history of Toril!"
The 'young master' said confusedly: "What do you owe Amaunata? Why do poor people always want to help rich people?
Isn’t it that their temple cannot be opened temporarily? Some people will provide them with working capital for future benefits.
It’s not the case that people plot against each other, you don’t need to worry about the things that happen between you and me!
Is it possible that you, a hard worker, still want to show love to those who own the mines? Are you thinking too much?"
Vera banged her little head hard on the crystal window: "Ah ah ah! But I always feel that something is wrong! It seems that it is wrong not to take some money out!"
This is so abnormal! How could I be such a generous person?
Even Hill, I won’t give him anything for nothing!”
"I know this! Don't you work diligently to make nectar early every morning and want to sell it to Hill?" 'Young Master' said to the point. "Otherwise, why would I say that I worked part-time? Even if I made it,
If something is only sold to one person, then you are also working.
Just like the boss of my company, although he obeys my father's words and his salary and bonus are higher than those of other bosses in other companies, to put it bluntly, he still works part-time.
There is a big difference between selling labor or buying labor."
Vera said in a sad tone: "I... I owe my life to the Holy Grail of Amaunata. When I was in the most dangerous time, I was taken by him to fly to a safe place! And we lived together for tens of thousands of years.
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The little goblin flew around in the air, drawing patterns one after another: "I know! This is nature telling me that if you want to be a real goblin queen, you can't owe others!"
The 'young master' said with a confused face: "Then the one you owe the most is Hill, right?"
"How can Hill be the same?" Vera suddenly rushed to the face of the 'young master' and said word by word: "Hill is the son of nature! It is only natural that a goblin born in nature should seek help from him!
What kind of debt do your own people say you owe!
Just like Oberon, anything he does for me is normal!
Of course I would be willing to give my life for them!"
Then she pinched her waist and said, "But that won't work for Amaunata. I have to return the favor before he is resurrected."
Vera glanced at the 'young master', rubbed his little hands and asked: "So, how much does the same portion of the food they sold to the servant of Amaunata cost today?
I want the biggest discount~ Dear young master, my best friend, will you help me?"
The 'young master' looked at Vera with an unhappy face: "Don't imitate me, I thought I fell into the frying pan!"
Vera looked at her friend inexplicably: "Is there anything wrong with talking like this? When you say it to me, I am very happy! I see you are also very happy when you say it."
"Ah, that's right!" "Young Master" flipped through his tablet to find someone, "You sound happy, others feel disgusted, but I feel even happier when I say it."
Hill thought he saw the secretary standing behind the 'young master' take out a delicate priest's hammer, but he still used great perseverance to take the hammer back before trying to lift it up.
Although he was not physically tired from his part-time job this time, the mental impact he received was a bit too great... Hill really suspected that the reason why he put back the hammer and took out the tablet and hit it hard was because he planned to resign.
The arrival of ‘Xueyunfeng’ and the manager of Wenjian confirmed Hill’s guess.
When Xue Laogou was negotiating with his rebellious young master, the manager did not hesitate to increase the price for the secretary... In the end, he used money to make the secretary choose to continue to suffer with the 'young master'.
Sometimes, giving too much is the best reason to be patient.
Hill actually thinks that the 'young master' knows the rules... You can buy the food 'Xueyunfeng' in the time and space artifact, and as the other person in charge, he can naturally buy it too.
But he did not cross the "Xueyun Peak" and go his own way.
Even if he regarded himself as Vera's representative and negotiated the price with 'Xueyunfeng', it was more like playing a role-playing game. They had discussed it for so long, but Vera still didn't actually know the cost of undead food.
What's the price?
'Xue Yunfeng' actually understands this, so he is willing to play with the 'young master'.