The Doomsday Lord: Starting as a Insect Queen-Chapter 77 - Negotiation with the Corpse King
Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Negotiation with the Corpse King
Chapter 77 -77: Negotiation with the Corpse King
Corpse King: “Hello Fan Mao, is it convenient to talk right now?”
Corpse King: “Regarding the food we discussed last time, we’d like to confirm the final price.”
The Corpse King typed these two sentences into the panel and then looked up at the four equally anxious people in the room.
It was the same room they had used for dining last time, except now on the table lay not food, but an old-fashioned light bulb with exposed wires.
A fine brown-black wire, soiled with grease, wound the light bulb onto a candle holder, taking the place where a candle once stood.
The dim light shone on everyone’s face, casting thick shadows against the wall behind them.
They had been gathered here since nightfall, only just coming to a rough conclusion.
“Ah…
If we hadn’t taken in more people recently, we wouldn’t be in such a rush for food.”
The speaker was a bald man with a scar on his face, irritably scratching the scar on his forehead, expressing his discontent.
Uncle Dong glanced sideways, frowning:
“It’s no use talking about that now. Can we really just stand by and watch them die?
The most important thing now is to solve the food issue.
Otherwise, with nearly two hundred people, our food supply probably won’t last a few days, not to mention getting through the harsh winter the manager mentioned. We might starve ourselves in a few days.”
“Yeah, Guan, keep that to yourself here, and don’t say it outside.
Also, based on the manager’s and that Fan Mao’s interaction last time, there is a high possibility that we can trade for food this time.”
The only other two women present comforted him in this manner.
The bald man wanted to say more, but was interrupted by the Corpse King.
“The message is back!”
The Corpse King exclaimed with some surprise, quickly paraphrasing the reply.
“Fan Mao says he was just about to reach out to us, saying that his crops will be harvested tomorrow. But because they need to be processed, the earliest they can be delivered is tomorrow night.
However, for now, we can agree on a specific price.”
“Harvest? Is it really harvest?”
“Harvest…
That’s great, just as I thought!”
“This is good news!”
As if they had all taken some sort of fast-acting sedative, the expressions of the four people in the room relaxed considerably.
A renewable food source makes a huge difference compared to a food store.
The former meant they would have a stable source of food in the future, and they could wait for one night.
“Quickly ask, what exactly does Fan Mao want?”
Uncle Dong leaned forward as if getting closer would speed up the news he wanted to hear.
The Corpse King fully assumed the role of an intermediary, faithfully relaying the messages.
“Fan Mao has listed some things he needs, asking if we have them.
And, he’s asking if we have a carpenter who can make some things for him, all of which can be part of the food trade.”
“That list, where is the list?”
Uncle Dong’s expression did not relax; he waved his hand towards a tall, thin man behind him, probing further.
“I’ll read it out.”
The Corpse King’s gaze converged on the tall, thin man, who had already prepared, spreading out a yellowed piece of paper on the table.
At some point, an ink bottle had been placed on the table, exuding a unique ink smell, and a crude steel pen was already touching the paper.
This was paper made within their own territory, while the ink and pen came from an old man who survived the mutation, crafted by his own hands.
“The list includes, rechargeable batteries, high-power generators, living plants…”
The man’s wrist trembled, quickly jotting down all the items mentioned by the Corpse King onto the paper.
“Done.”
The other three people had already noted down what they cared about, but still crowded together, wanting to confirm that they hadn’t misheard.
After all, they felt like something strange might have been mixed in.
“Fan Mao’s list of requirements is quite miscellaneous…”
After staring at the list for a good while, someone finally managed to squeeze out such a sentence.
Calling it miscellaneous was already putting it nicely – from various power generators to electric lights, that much was normal; asking for living plants was also understandable.
But what followed next; cat litter boxes, cat teaser sticks, cardboard boxes… Was that serious?
“Cough cough, anyway, we can piece together most of these items. If we can use them as payment, it would be quite good.
Hui, how many carpenters do we have in the territory right now?”
Uncle Dong cleared his throat and turned to look at the woman, calculating in his mind how to make the offer.
“There are a total of 2, each with 2 apprentices.”
She was the steward in charge of assigning work to artisans in the territory, so she knew these details like the back of her hand and reported the number without hesitation.
“Then, send a few more people over tomorrow to help out, and get as much done as quickly as possible.
But as for the items on the list, how much will we give?”
Uncle Dong turned his head to look at Corpse King, knowing that ultimately the materials within the territory belonged to this young girl, and it was her decision that would be final.
Corpse King clasped her hands under her chin and pondered, her mind, vacant for a long time, now running at full speed.
“Your original crops, I remember included sweet potatoes and beans?”
Uncle Dong nodded in affirmation, adding:
“In fact, we also have some pumpkin seeds, we just didn’t plant them at the time.”
“Then take out a portion of each, not too much. I believe Fan Mao must be thinking the same.”
Corpse King understood that if Fan Mao’s Lord Talent was indeed of the plant-growth-enhancing variety, then for him, only the first seed would be valuable; more would just be superfluous.
Turning one seed into a bag of them could be a matter of a day or two.
“As for the generator and batteries that Fan Mao asked for, I plan on giving him our outdoor lighting system.”
Corpse King raised her hand to signal everyone to calm down, explaining:
“This lighting system is not essential for us, and besides, among the newcomers today wasn’t there someone who knows how to make candles?
Having candles should suffice, at most, it’s just a matter of lighting a few more.
Moreover, rather than putting together a set of electronics that could go wrong at any moment, which could give Fan Mao an opportunity to take issue with us,
it is better to offer him the best to begin with.
This way, we can ask for a higher price and also do them a favor, right?”
Corpse King’s words led the four to contemplate, and she immediately decided:
“So that’s the decision. As for the pricing, Sister Hui, your assistance will be needed.”
…
“Damn it, why so difficult!
She’s just like a haggling housewife at the market!”
Bai Yi was somewhat indignantly protesting in her heart.
And why only in her heart?
Because on her chest lay the territory’s strongest combatant, sleeping soundly with deep breaths.
But regardless, at least the bargaining was over.
Corpse King would trade three types of crops and a complete lighting system from generator to lightbulbs.
In exchange, Bai Yi would need to provide 12,000 units of rice.
The trade will take place tomorrow evening, after Bai Yi had processed all the rice.
And the remaining 8,000 units of rice she had promised would be delivered in batches after each portion of the furniture was delivered by Corpse King.
Turning off the panel, the intellectual battle with Corpse King had really drained her energy.
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She downed her portion of Makka Pakka Soup for the day, and time quickly moved on to the next day.
But the first to awake was not Bai Yi, but the orange cat on her chest.
The cat’s tail swished in front of Bai Yi’s nose, causing her to frown slightly in her sleep.
Meow~
My master’s body is really comfy~
The orange cat lifted its hind paws from the crevice, stretched out in a cat stretch, and then carefully stepped off Bai Yi’s body.
Since Bai Yi hadn’t woken up, it was a perfect opportunity to get a good look at its new domain.
Now that it recognized this place, this was Ju’s turf, and it was time to properly declare its sovereignty!
Mhm, and it needed to bring back the news, otherwise, the monkeys would get anxious.
With that thought, the orange cat’s silhouette disappeared into the hollow of the tree, reappearing outside the territory.
But it hadn’t Flash-stepped far when it once again saw something that piqued its interest.
“Why are there so many humans here?”
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