He saw many new things he had never seen before.
Rare is precious!
Sayil did not consider things like stones and wood that were sure to make money, but instead spent all his money to buy fruits and other things he had never seen before, and transported these things back to the city-state of Ilmaha.
The first group of merchants who went to the Rat-Dead Border City became the first people to try something new.
As soon as they put those novel things on display, they were snapped up by the citizens. They sold very well and made huge profits.
Sayil's wealth increased several times because of this transaction.
"Thank you, God of the Dead! Thank you, Lord of the Dead! Thank you, the dead, for your favor to me!"
He was woken up by laughter.
For him, ancestors were meaningless. His ancestors were slaves anyway, and it seemed that his ancestors had never blessed his family.
So what if you change your beliefs?
He will believe in whoever gives him a good life!
"Reality"
Having discovered the business opportunity, Sayil did not dare to pause for even a moment. He hired people to help manage the stall and sell the goods he brought back. He then took all his wealth again and hurried to the Undead Market to exchange for more goods.
Only then did he feel that he was a ratman - just like the rat people, he liked to carry things.
The huge profits made Sayil forget his fatigue. He would go back and forth to the Undead Market every day, sometimes even making two or three trips a day.
He was not like those big businessmen who drove the convoy directly there.
Even if the goods sell well, wealth takes time to accumulate. If Sayil wants to exchange his wealth for goods, he must be frugal. He relies on his own manpower to transport the goods.
It was tiring, but seeing his wealth growing, Sayil felt extremely fulfilled.
The constant moving made him a regular at the Undead Market and attracted the attention of the undead.
Until one day, an undead in heavy black armor found him.
The huge body cast a shadow, blocking out the scorching sun.
Shrouded in shadow, Sayil turned his head stiffly, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the black warrior in front of him with fear.
"Lord Undead." He said tremblingly.
Shining!
The two-handed sword stabbed into the ground.
Sayil hurriedly closed his eyes, shrank his body, and subconsciously put his hands in front of his face.
I’m dying, I’m dying, the undead are coming to kill me!
I knew that opportunity wouldn't be that easy!
It is indeed not easy to do a job that requires gambling with your life.
Poor me, I am about to die at the hands of the undead before I can enjoy the life brought by wealth.
The thought flashed through Sayil's mind, but after waiting for a while, he didn't feel any pain, so he opened his eyes carefully.
"What are you doing?"
Sayil suddenly heard a low and doubtful voice asking, the voice came from inside his body, not from his ears.
He was stunned. He looked up at the black warrior blankly and asked, "Lord Undead, are you talking to me?"
The Dark Warrior nodded, and Sayil heard the voice again, "Yes, why are you like this? Are you threatened?"
Sayil then realized that he was still curled up, and quickly returned to normal, shaking his head like a rattle, "No, I am not threatened."
The black warrior nodded again and said to him, "Very good. If you are threatened in the market, you can look for us. We will not allow anyone to break the city lord's rules."
Uh...what does this mean?
Why did you come to explain to me?
Sayil looked around and saw the ratmen merchants looking at him curiously, and then looked at the black warrior in confusion.
No one will threaten me except you!
Sayil thought to himself, but he didn't dare to say it to the Dark Warrior. He just asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
(End of this chapter)
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