Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Almost overnight, the news that Archbishop Anthony had acquired a large amount of food spread throughout the entire Eastern Diocese, leading to fluctuations in grain prices.

The noble landlords and merchants who hoarded grain swiftly took action, attempting to transport the grain to the Western Diocese where the prices were higher. But due to Anthony’s administrative order, they couldn’t move it.

Seeing grain prices loosen day by day, some people, fearing they would get stuck with the food, had no choice but to sell it at a reduced price.

As long as the price fell within a reasonable range, Anthony didn’t refuse anyone; he took as much as he could get and borrowed money from the Silver Chamber of Commerce if his funds were insufficient.

Kvada, if Negris found out, he would surely chastise Anthony again. This was beyond double-dipping – it was triple-dipping.

As it was authorized, the Silver Chamber of Commerce nearly monopolized major human-elf trades, and due to the elves’ abundance of mineral reserves, the Silver Chamber of Commerce had a strong cash flow.

Anthony, on the other hand, was a quality borrower with a bunch of prime real estate in his hands. If possible, he would even dare to mortgage churches and temples.

Of course, the Silver Chamber of Commerce wouldn’t dare to accept those, they only took manors and mines, etc.

With ample funds and the continuous purchase of grain, Anthony’s confidence grew, his hand of cards got thicker, and his room for maneuver increased.

All of this required only a bit of initial investment, and that hundred thousand tons of grain from Lord Ange was the lever that set it in motion.

Now, by reallocating the food to nearby disaster-stricken regions, the Eastern Diocese had a chance to get through this year of disaster.

However, all of these require meticulous paperwork. These past few days, Anthony had been signing documents, releasing grain, reallocating manpower, paying money, and so on. He signed until his fingers went stiff, and from time to time, he had to cast a Holy Light of Healing on himself.

A shadow silently entered the room.

Anthony immediately flipped the table in front of him, unleashed all his defensive abilities, and then shouted in his mind: Help me, Lord!!!

Being able to silently enter his room, it was definitely not an ordinary person. In this situation, daring to assassinate him would mean they were extremely confident. No matter what, crying for help was the first step, and anyway, Lord Ange wouldn’t charge him.

The figure lightly caught the table, awkwardly saying, “Uh, Lord Bishop Anthony, it’s me.”

Anthony took a closer look, “Shamara, why is it you? Are you trying to scare me to death?”

Apart from an assassin, indeed only Shamara, who had predictive abilities, could sneak in without making a sound.

The guards outside the room heard the commotion and rushed in, but were immediately halted by Anthony, “Don’t come in, close your eyes, get out.”

Shamara was a Fallen Angel. Seeing her in his room, even the Holy Water couldn’t cleanse Anthony.

The guards hastily retreated, witnessing only the alluring figure, they suddenly realized: Damn, we’ve interrupted Lord Bishop’s good times.

Shamara awkwardly said, “I just wanted to find you and ask you to tell Lord Ange that we need six gods.”

“Six gods? What requires six gods?” Anthony asked, puzzled.

Shamara became even more awkward, “I don’t know either. While training for Holy Spirit Possession with Luna, my power greatly increased, and this voice in my heart kept telling me we need six gods. Where am I supposed to find six gods? You go talk to Lord Ange about it.”

“Too late, you talk to him yourself,” Anthony said grumpily.