Chapter 549: Chapter 314 God Asks: Do You Know How To Grow Veggies?_1
The next afternoon, within the Resting Abyss, at the World Transfer Station, everyone was on high alert, ready to receive supplies from the XX plane, which, of course, had a name.
However, this held no meaning, as everyone knew it by a different name. Unless every individual shared the plane’s coordinates for comparison, Anthony took out the coordinates for comparison.
Unfortunately, in the coordinate system of the World Transfer Station, no record of these coordinates existed. This might be a new plane.
So for now, they named it the Mary Plane, since the person on the other end coordinating with Anthony was named Mary.
As for how they obtained the coordinates? They were bought from the Adventurer’s Guild. Those ubiquitous adventurers could sell you anything you wanted.
The other side had already sent a sample for his review, indicating that ten thousand tons of food were available for sale. If the transaction went smoothly, they could supply hundreds of thousands of tons of food in the future. Being a food-producing plane, their food production far exceeded their consumption, hence the surplus for sale.
Anthony had made several deals with them using ordinary teleportation arrays. Each delivery had been prompt, but a hundred or two hundred tons could be transported through an ordinary array. However, for transactions involving tens of thousands of tons of food, using an ordinary array would result in a significant loss.
Ange’s hundred thousand tons of food were sent using an ordinary array, which had depleted Anthony’s resources. If he continued this way, he would need to borrow money.
That’s also why he had to haggle with Ange, he was broke.
Unfortunately, his plans were shattered by the silver coins.
Now, owing 80% of the transportation fees, he finally received Ange’s approval to activate the World Transfer Station.
However, he didn’t mention the transportation fees to Ange. Instead, he said: “Sir, the plants of every plane differ. Some of them are extinct on our master plane. We might find some special ones, like male sterile strain or drought-resistant female strain which could be cross-bred. We could make it a priority in our negotiations with them.”
Anthony was clueless about the terminology he used. He had asked a few druids just before his departure, thinking it might persuade Ange.
However, Ange glanced at him and shook his head.
Huh? Did the sir not agree? Anthony was stumped. He considered every obstacle but never thought Ange would refuse. Normally, Ange was quite amicable. For a Master God, Ange was almost too ‘approachable’ to be a deity.
Why didn’t he agree? What factors had he overlooked? Anthony pondered, trying to resolve these issues.
However, Ange said: “This matter seems to be important to you. I agree.”
Anthony was stunned for a while before responding, “Sir, you mean, you agreed to open the World Transfer Station because it’s important to me and not because of the plants?”
Petersburg murmured: “Yes...don’t ask about such depressing things.”
“No, I’m happy, you say it out to cheer everybody up, how did it hit? Where did it strike?” Lightning suddenly got excited.
Negris, who was watching them chit-chat on the side, couldn’t help but say, “Have you guys noticed that those guards who stay still for an extended period become chatterboxes? Petersburg is like that, so is Tree Man Gore.”
Anthony shook his head, “Doesn’t seem like it. Those running around are just as talkative, like Lightning.”
“Is that a lot of talk from it? To me, it sounds more like it has a foul mouth.” Negris grumbled.
After some idle chatter, the agreed time finally arrived. The pillars of the teleportation array slowly lit up. Now, the World Transit Hub no longer required Ange and Negris’s personal operation.
Soon, the Transit Hub ran at full speed, a flash of light flickered, and within that light appeared a large number of weird figures. It’s unreadable what they are, but they’re definitely not the agreed ten thousand tons of food.
At the same time, a loud and arrogant voice resounded from the light: “Greedy mortals, ten thousand tons of food has made you open up your home. What you may be welcoming is not food, but death! I, Lord of Abyss Glasgow, leading the Nightmare Legion, officially arrived... Eh?”
From the moment those strange figures appeared in the light, Anthony’s upright back unconsciously slumped, feeling despondent.
Was he fooled after all? Considering Anthony’s astuteness, couldn’t he have noticed some clues?
He did. For instance, the packaging weight of the food was not uniform, bag materials varied, the grain grades were mixed, and it seemed more like it was ‘gathered’ from various channels.
But Anthony was willing to take this risk because he really needed food.
When the heart desires nothing, one is not deceived. If there are things you earnestly wish to obtain, then you’re full of flaws. But what if you’re deceived?
Strike it Badaaaaargh!
Anthony snapped upright, his eyes blazing with intense light like two magical crystal lamp bulbs, staring ahead while radiating a holy light.
Ange, standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, tilting his head as he took a step forward, his head aglow with the flame of the soul.
He sensed from Anthony a strong conviction, praying for his power.
Embracing Ange’s strength, Anthony’s divine soul was entirely poured into Anthony’s body.
With each stride, a circle of light rippled from Anthony’s foot. From that circle of light, Ange felt signs of a life acceleration—a courtesy of the weakened death aura.
Step by step, a figure of light emerged slowly from Anthony. Simultaneously, he raised his scepter, his resonant voice echoing across the field—”The Lord said: Do You Know How to Grow Crops!”