Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The sword tip stopped at the tip of Silver Coin’s nose.

“If you dare deceive me, I’ll hang you,” Gailard’s tone was a bit agitated because Silver Coin had said that he had brought the World Tree here.

Silver Coin curled his lips, these elves, even their threats were so weak and futile. What was so frightening about being hanged? That was the least intimidating form of death, who among the truly desperate would fear that?

Didn’t the elves have crueler methods? They didn’t, for instance, plant a Bloodsucking Vine inside the body, using the body as a nutrient basin, the vine wrapping around the body, breaking bones and tendons but not killing the host.

Or use the body to cultivate magic mushrooms. The spores of the magic mushroom sowed into the flesh, like an infection, consciously watching as one’s flesh transformed into fungi, growing into magic mushrooms, the whole process of the skin and flesh separating causing unbearable itching and agony.

Any method, would scare the pants off these desperados, but the elves just wouldn’t use them. They were psychologically squeamish, their cruellest method was hacking to death with a knife.

Silver Coin was relying on his undead status, with Lord Ange protecting his soul, and dealing with elves, only then did he dare to come for the negotiation. If the opponent were the Church of Light, he wouldn’t make such a foolish move.

Silver Coin raised his hand and said, “I need my box.”

“The Goblin Grocery Store?” Gailard waved her hand, agreeing.

Two elf priests stepped forward, with a wave of their hands, a semi-transparent green cover covered Silver Coin, preventing him from opening the box to release poison.

As for the assault methods like magic scrolls, spatial beacons, alchemical self-destruct potions, just looking at the magic reduction fields around, the

Exile Array under their feet, and the two elf Great Magicians standing next to Gailard, it was clear none of those would work.

Silver Coin wasn’t there to assassinate the Elf Queen, so he didn’t care about those defenses. After receiving permission, he undid the box from the Goblin Grocery Store, dismantled and reassembled a few things, then brought out a pot of seedlings from within.

As soon as the pot of seedlings appeared, all the elves gasped. Gailard, even more, threw caution to the wind, and shot towards Silver Coin like an arrow. The ghostly speed, it seems the Elf Queen’s personal power was quite terrifying.

Silver Coin only felt a blur before his eyes, the seedlings in his hand were now in Gailard’s hands. He was so shocked that he yelled out, “Elf Hunter!”

Gailard, in her excitement, held the seedlings and exclaimed, “The breath of the God of Life, summon our friends, I’ll be right back,” and then she left.

The two elf Great Magicians cast a spell together, tearing open a rainbow-colored portal, Gailard stepped into it and disappeared in a whoosh.

Silver Coin was still in the pose of holding the flower pot, dumbfounded as he watched the disappearing portal, his heart in turmoil: The client has taken the goods without paying, now what?

After standing there for a long time, finally, a male elf walked over, placed his hand on his chest and saluted: “Honored Guest, please follow me.”

Silver Coin picked up his Grocery Store box, followed the male elf blankly, and arrived at a gorgeous treehouse.

“Honored Guest, please rest here for a while, an elder will come to receive you soon.” He finished speaking and was about to turn and leave.

Silver Coin hurriedly stopped him and asked, “Can I use all the stuff in the room?”

“Of course, these are all prepared for our esteemed guest.” The male elf smiled politely.

“Can I use that too?!” Silver Coin pointed to a well in the corner open-air bath of the room and asked seriously.

“Yes, esteemed guest, feel free to use it, that is the Moon Spring, soaking in it has great benefits for the body, the taste is also very sweet, we have prepared the best moon spring water for you to drink, as well as a fruit plate from the World Tree, Moon Juice Fruit juice, if you have a habit of insomnia, here we have calming incense…”

The male elf introduced all sorts of things, leaving Silver Coin speechless. He started to realize just how much weight the friendship of the elves carried.

The water of Moon Spring was free to drink, even used for bathing, fruits from the World Tree could be eaten freely, Moon Juice Fruit juice could be drunk freely, elf incense was available for his use, oh my god, any of these items taken out, were too luxurious even for nobles to afford.

Like the Moon Spring, it strengthens the body if drank regularly, prolongs life if used for bathing. Or the Moon Juice Fruit, made into wine with the water of Moon Spring, a bottle would cost fifty Demon Crystals, as for the incense, it was also a famous specialty of the elf clan, now all of it was freely available in front of him.

If he were an ordinary person, he would have been dumbfounded already. But Ange wasn’t a normal person. What kind of goblin merchant would he be if he didn’t squeeze every bit of value out of a deal?

“Can I take all these items?” Ange asked.

He had thought the male elf might be angry or scornful, but he wasn’t. The elf remained very polite and enthusiastic:

“Of course, esteemed guest, if you need to take them, we have prepared some for you. The Moon Spring produces about ten liters of Moon Dew a day. We have prepared fifty liters for you. Is that enough? Any more would be hard to carry.”

Impeccable, warm and friendly service, freely available elf specialties, and even a thoughtful delivery service that left Ange in awe. And this was only the beginning.

“Elf Special Product Business License.” “Elf Special Product Preferential Purchase Rights.”

“Elf Kingdom Special Business License.”

“Elf Kingdom Tax Exemption Certificate.” “Elf Empire Diplomatic Envoy Right Exercise Certificate.” “The Distinguished Friend of the Elves Badge.”

Ange was speechless at the dozens of various benefits.

Ordinary people may not understand the use of these certificates and licenses, but Ange was the one who does.

For example, the “Elf Special Product Business License” means that the holder has permission to operate and sell elf special products, which is equivalent to a brand certification, indicating that the product is certified by the elves.

Don’t think this is useless, many consumers fall for this trick. If someone was selling elf products without a permit, who would believe their products were genuine?

This piece of paper alone could be auctioned off in the market for two to three hundred thousand demon crystals.

As for the “Elf Kingdom Special Business License”, it meant that Ange could legally operate in the Elf Empire, instantly gaining an exclusive high-consumption market.

No human trade union had ever been able to do business within the Elf Empire before. Most could only carry out transit trade in Greenleaf City, which was already quite profitable.

As for the “Elf Kingdom Tax Exemption Certificate”, it was even more amazing, meaning that Ange wouldn’t have to pay taxes when doing business on elf territory. Oh god, this friendship was too heavy, to the point of actually harming the elf’s own businessmen.

The elf traders themselves had to pay taxes. If Ange sold his goods at a low price to corner the market, he could bankrupt all the elf businesses and then acquire them at a low price, monopolizing the entire business community of the Elf Empire.

Of course, this tax exemption certificate probably had some undisclosed restrictive measures to prevent the holder from doing too much damage to the elven market.

In contrast, the “Elf Special Product Preferential Purchase Rights” had little meaning. Traders were never afraid of high prices, they were only afraid of products with no market.

Overwhelmed by this heavy friendship, Ange lost his ability to think. He filled his grocery store with all kinds of local products, holding a heap of permits and certificates, and stepped into the teleportation array, teleporting away.

However, not long after he left, a teleportation array near the World Tree sent a communication request. In the communication, a sly voice asked, “Uh, elves, do you want a World Tree sapling? Guaranteed alive.”

PS: I’ll update one chapter first, aiming for the million reward, working hard to write more..