On the other side, after the caravan boss had told his men to do their job, he walked to the side with a big smile on his face. Standing there were Vanya and Phil.
"Haha, when I was in Adus, I heard that Sister Vanya would come to Buserite to give alms and relief, so I wondered if I could do business with you this time. I didn't expect that I could actually do business with you in the end. This is really my honor..."
The bearded boss bowed to Vanya and said this, and Vanya replied with a smile.
"I didn't expect that there would be normal merchants operating in Buserit now. The situation here is much worse than before. Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"I'm not afraid, but there's a saying that goes, crisis and opportunity coexist. For hard currency like food, the worse the environment, the more money you make. If the profit is high enough, no matter how dangerous it is, it won't stop those who are interested..."
The bearded boss continued to speak with a smile. After hearing his words, Vanya spoke frankly again.
"Anyway, I'd like to thank you very much for showing up at this time... Although your supplies are very important to us, could you please make them a little cheaper? The price you just gave is already more than ten times the market price..."
"Hey... since Sister Vanya has said so, I'll make it a little cheaper. As a person from Adus, I can express my gratitude to you, Sister Vanya, and my support for the church... Overall, I'll give you another 10% discount..."
The bearded boss said this to Vanya, and then the two of them began to bargain continuously. Not far away, Phil was watching all this in a daze.
'At this time, how could a grain merchant suddenly appear with so much grain... Sister Vanya... is she really blessed by the destiny bestowed by the Lord?'
Looking at Vanya in front of her, Phil thought about this. At this moment, she suddenly realized something. If a person is really blessed by God, then all other qualities are meaningless...
While the transaction was being actively carried out on this side, in the distance of the camp, on a small hill, Sister Faith, who was wearing a black nun's uniform, was watching all this from afar, and spoke softly with a faint smile.
"Oh my... What an unexpected and magical caravan! What kind of power has shaped their appearance?"
"What a pity... It seems that we won't be able to see the little nun struggling and making decisions for a while... However, just having food can only alleviate the current crisis. If the plague is still raging, it will only be a temporary solution and not a cure..."
Faith said this, her words were vague and illusory, as if they existed and not, whether it was the movements of her mouth or the sound of her body, it seemed as if they did not exist...
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"Well... in this case, the food problem is solved for the time being..."
In another tent in the camp, Dorothy, who was sitting on the carpet, stretched lazily and said that at this moment, she was controlling an entire caravan to trade with Vanya's delegation and sell them a large amount of food.
That's right, the food caravan active on the edge of the camp is made up entirely of Dorothy's puppets. Dorothy specifically asked them to deliver a batch of food to the camp where food is scarce, so as to alleviate the food crisis in the camp and make a little money at the same time.
Almost all of the food that the caravan carried was grown by Dorothy in the virtual world. It took Dorothy less than a day to grow all this food.
Although the fictional history world is not a false history, the world itself is real. It is a real world led by "Qi" and constructed by various spiritualities. Dorothy can manipulate them to a certain extent by editing pseudo-history.
Dorothy first set up a fictional world with relatively good conditions and relatively developed agriculture, and then brought a batch of wheat seeds from real history into it. After returning to the past of the fictional world by undoing the alternate method, she hired farmers in the world to plant these wheat seeds, and then went back to the fictional world by writing alternate methods, harvested the mature wheat, and hired farmers to make flour. After going back and forth several times, she directly made a large amount of food.
What Dorothy had to do next was to choose a place in Buserit, bring out the food, form a caravan through puppets, deliver it to the camp "thousands of miles away", and then sell it.
The higher the selling price, the better. Anyway, the church has allocated more than 10,000 yuan to Vanya's mission, which is sufficient, and Vanya herself is not likely to embezzle money. Dorothy will not make any profit from this little money, and if she bids too little, more people will doubt her motives.
"Well... now that the food crisis in the camp has been resolved, the next step is to target the plague itself... Only by completely solving this plague can the problems in Buserit be fundamentally alleviated..."
After stretching, Dorothy stroked her chin and thought that next she should really consider how to solve the plague, because now she finally got important clues about this plague.
"Amaya... is Filth the person in charge of Buserit? If we can capture her... or kill her directly, then perhaps we can get a clue to cure this plague..."
Dorothy thought so in her heart, and then after thinking for a while, she stood up and walked out of the tent, looking at the towering walls of Bastis in the distance.
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At this moment, on the city wall of Bastis, Jawadin was standing here, looking at the trading scene at the edge of the camp in the distance with a serious expression. Beside him, an acolyte of the Immortality Sect said with surprise.
"Master Priest, did you see that? That is a caravan!"
"I saw it, no need for you to remind me..." Jawadin said with a serious face, while the acolyte beside him continued to speak loudly in surprise.
"At a time like this, there are still food caravans coming from Buserit... This is a very unusual situation. Now those guys have food to eat again! What should we do now?!" The acolyte's voice was a little loud, which made Jawadin feel annoyed. He couldn't help but shout at the acolyte beside him.
"Don't make a fuss here. I know everything you said. I don't need you to remind me. Now get out of here immediately and let Gedu come up..."
"Yes... yes! I'll go right away!" After hearing Jawadin's somewhat impatient words, the acolyte immediately ran down the city wall, and at the foot of the wall, he met another acolyte who was waiting for him.
"The Lord Priest is a little dissatisfied with me now. I will temporarily step aside. You go up and serve him..."
"I understand..."
The two monks said this, and after they covered their chests and bowed to each other, they said goodbye. One of them walked into the city, while the other walked to the top of the city wall, to wait for Jawadin's orders and communicate with him at close range.
At this moment, in the void, an invisible spiritual thread was pulling on them, controlling their every move. Not only them, but everyone around Jawadin at this moment had such an invisible link.
I don't know when it started, but Jawadin has been talking to these people non-stop... giving orders... communicating...
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At the edge of the mission camp, at the scene of a large-scale transaction, after bargaining with the mission members, the transaction price was finally determined. The bearded boss finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after handing over the details of the transaction to his subordinates, he came to a secluded corner alone, smoking a cigarette while paying attention to the hot trading scene in the distance.
At this moment, an ethereal and unreal voice sounded softly not far from him.
"Your arrival is like timely rain..."
Hearing this voice, the bearded boss couldn't help but pause for a moment, then turned his head. What he saw next was a ghost-like, illusory, translucent nun floating there, looking at him with a smile.
"Just like last time in Kankedar, you are still looking at Sister Vanya as usual... Everyone who is pursuing ancient wisdom..."
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