Chapter 444: Chapter 263: We Are the Vegetable Bone Mercenary Group_1
“Pffft! This crooked merchant Anthony! How dare he sell a plane that isn’t his!?” Negris spit blood, he had never encountered such a shameless person.

The Church of Light does not have the advantage here. Even with the Church unable to hold onto this place, what use is there to certify the rights in Ange’s name?

The only purpose is that the forces of the Eastern Diocese will not harass this place, but what about the Western District? Other adventurers? Will these brash adventurers really care about a deed issued by Anthony?

However, it is not completely useless. It is something like a diplomatic statement, indicating the holy church accepts Vegetable Bone Mercenary Group’s ownership of the Light Sea Plane.

In this case, as long as Ange can hold onto this place by his strength, would those who can’t defeat Ange naturally accept?

Would those small forces that don’t want any trouble simply pay their taxes obediently?

Those brash guys, strung up by Ange next to the tavern’s notice board, wouldn’t the rest of the people think that they just had it coming, instead of blaming the ruler’s abuse of power?

This property deed is more like a ‘banner of righteousness’, symbolizing the recognition of another great power. It’s like establishing diplomatic relations, those small forces under the holy church would also naturally recognize Ange’s property rights rather than seeking death.

All this is based on the premise that Ange can control this plane. If he can’t control it, issuing ten thousand certificates is useless, and if he can, the presence or absence of this thing doesn’t make much of a difference.

That’s why Negris was furious. This thing, whether present or not, didn’t make much difference. Yet it was given as a gift by Anthony, the only use of it probably allows them to trade openly with the Master Plane…

“Ah, Kvada, I get it. This crooked merchant Anthony wants to transport food! With this thing, the Light Sea Plane can openly trade with the Master Plane. He’s clearly doing this for his own convenience, yet we owe him a favor!” Negris was so angry he wanted to fly over and beat him up.

A special vibration suddenly spread from Polk’s body and soon Anthony’s voice was heard: “Just say whether you want it or not.”

“Eh? Projection?” Negris was surprised: “Why is your projection so noticeable?”

Negris himself also projects onto Ange; every time it’s quite unnoticeable, if he doesn’t make a sound, no one can detect that he’s within Ange.

“Of course projection is noticeable, I’m traversing planes. The further the distance, the more noticeable it is.” Anthony replied sulkily.

“Then why is my projection so small?” Negris wondered aloud.

“Because your spiritual power is like a vast deep sea, you cannot cause waves.” Anthony explained.

Negris nodded: “I noticed – you are saying I’m weak.”

“Lord Nage is wise!” Anthony shouted loudly.

After a few light-hearted teases, Anthony turned directly to Ange: “My lord, I have registered this plane in your name, from now on, you can plant whatever you want here. Do you need it?”

Negris’s heart sank, fearing Anthony had learned to grasp the main points.

Sure enough, when Ange heard he could plant things, he immediately agreed and took the box from Polk’s hand.

Plane +1.

Polk excused himself after a bow, but not before Anthony’s voice interrupted, “Lord Nage, why did my Lord register in the Mercenary Guild as Vegetable Bone, you have no idea how embarrassed I felt writing that name on the property deed.”

Speaking of this, Negris was also fuming: “What can I do, all the nice names were taken, only this one could be used. Speaking of this, I almost forgot to ask you, why is it called King of Mercenaries Vegetable Bone?”

“Because all those who complete ultra missions are called King of Mercenaries.”

“So if we hand in Locke’s bones, would we have gotten a title?”

“You would get the title Dead Man’s Head, and all the mercenaries in the world would come after you, for the four hundred million Demon crystals.”

“Well forget it then, compared to Dead Man’s Head, Vegetable Bone sounds much better.”

…

In the ground effect airship, Jelis looked towards the sandbars with a thoughtful expression, sighing lightly from time to time.

Lily, Ai Wei, and Mark, three youngsters huddled together, whispering: “Do you think Lord Ange isn’t interested in women?”

“How is that possible?” Ai Wei said.

“How is it not possible? My sister is such a juicy mature woman, yet he doesn’t even spare a glance at her, spending all day fiddling with those hydroponics, does that sound like a normal man to you?” Lily said indignantly.

“What’s abnormal about that, if I were Ai Wei, I wouldn’t spare a glance either, because I only have eyes for you, Lily.” Ai Wei pounded his chest and said sincerely.

“Don’t say that, my sister is very beautiful.” Lily reprimanded, slapping chubby Ai Wei’s forehead.

Ai Wei started laughing: “You’re even more beautiful.”

“Really? How am I beautiful?” Lily asked.

“You’re energetic, straightforward, cute, whenever you smile, my heart melts, really, I’m not lying to you.” Ai Wei said seriously.

“Really? Hehe, well, you’re not too bad looking either, you’re quite cute being round and all.”

“Hehe, you like round ones, I’ll eat more then.”

The crowd of three people became a huddle of two, with Mark initially nodding enthusiastically in agreement that Lily was right, and Jelis was indeed juicy and sweet. But as time went by, he found himself pushed to the side.