Global Mining.

Chapter 338 Uriel’s Favor

Paradise lost.

Uriel led a team of several hundred young masters and young ladies to escort more than 60 ore trucks to transport ore from the Tuyan tribe again. The journey was not peaceful, and large-scale wild monsters had appeared, making it particularly difficult to kill them.

Uriel is tired and doesn't want to continue the next transport. The whole group should disband and take a rest. As for me, I will also stroll around the city.

I asked the leader of the Tuyan tribe before if there was any news about Wonima's resurrection, but there was still no news.

Now, Uriel really wanted to contact the Azazel family to see if they had any information on the resurrection of Warnima. However, he felt it was inappropriate. As the vice president, his motive for wanting to replace the president was too obvious. After all, this chamber of commerce was owned by the Azazel family.

How about a different approach and ask other families? After all, the Grand Family Trial has a fixed quota. Once a family's trialist fails, a spot becomes vacant, and each family continues to compete. If Warnima were to die, the other families would likely have candidates. While the candidates were secret, using privileges would still allow for some information.

Of course, Uriel didn't necessarily want to get promoted. The main thing was that this Warnima was the product of his own big gift package, and it was a work that he created inadvertently. After all, he still had a little favor for it.

As the vice president, the most convenient place for him to get information is to visit the offices of other families at the Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

Uriel’s first stop was to go to the office of the Mammon Chamber of Commerce. After all, the Mammon Chamber of Commerce was a big creditor, and after this ten-day development task, it should be their task to repay the debt.

Mammon's office is very large, which is very consistent with the huge size of Mammon the Glutton.

But Uriel knew that the Mammon's practitioners were not that big. Instead, they lurked in the intestines of the host in the form of tiny parasitic roundworms. Some Mammon who could not control their appetite instincts would cause the host to experience the abnormal phenomenon of "the more they eat, the thinner they get, and the thinner they get, the more they eat", thus exposing themselves.

The Mammon in the oversized suit was very impatient: "Mr. Vice President, it's time to resolve our debt issue."

Uriel was very calm: "Don't worry, our Chamber of Commerce has an exclusive business with the Tuyan Tribe. Not only does it have the high-grade purple flame mine there, but it also has the newly developed amethyst fish that Mr. Mammon may not have seen."

After saying that, he waved his hand and took out a brazier with several purple crystal fish wriggling in it.

Mammon was surprised: "It looks delicious. Can I eat it?"

Uriel laughed. "Mr. Mammon really doesn't appreciate beauty. Such a beautiful fish should be admired!"

Mammon's mouth was drooling: "No, only delicious food is beautiful! I want to eat it!"

Uriel smiled: "Then please!"

Mammon was eager to raise the brazier and prepare to swallow the fish in one bite, but suddenly hesitated. He just gently grabbed one and put it in his mouth, letting the fish tumble in his huge mouth.

Mammon's face was filled with happiness and ecstasy, and he uttered a vague sound: "It's so beautiful, I can't bear to leave~~"

Finally, he swallowed it in one gulp, and Mammon's huge body was trembling with excitement!
Uriel smiled and asked, "How?"

Mammon stuffed the remaining few pieces into his mouth, let them wriggle, and swallowed them again. Mammon collapsed on the sofa happily, savoring the taste for a long time.

Uriel was also secretly surprised. Although Mammon was a glutton, high-level Mammon were all gourmets and picky eaters. It was unexpected that this amethyst fish was so appealing to him.
Finally, Mammon came to his senses and asked anxiously, "Mr. Vice President, is there anything else?"

Uriel had a way of controlling him: "Sir, this is a high-priced ornamental fish with a very low yield. You just ate a week's worth of fish in just one bite!"

Mammon was anxious: "No, no, no, treating them as ornamental fish is the biggest waste. Please increase the production of Amethyst Fish! I'll buy them! Sell them all to our Chamber of Commerce, or we can discuss the debt issue!" Uriel was very relieved: "Actually, I was also hesitating about whether to increase production. Since Mr. Mammon is so knowledgeable, I feel relieved to mass produce. But I came to you to discuss something else."

Mammon was much more respectful: "Sir, please speak."

Uriel sighed, "Our guild leader just participated in the S-level family training, and then we received the tragic news that he's still alive. I'm wondering if your family has a candidate?"

Mammon said with a knowing look, "This is a family secret, I don't know it either. But I do know the basic rules. Your guild leader has already been eliminated. The training spot he vacated is for S-level, and only those families who dare to challenge the S-level will have priority. The S-level is the Golden Throne, and the food there is expensive to transport up. For my family, who have a large appetite, it's not very convenient to start."

So I'm out by default...

Uriel had nothing more to ask: "Well, excuse me, let's discuss the amethyst fish another time."

Mammon was very anxious: "The sooner the better..."

Uriel decided to visit the Beelzebub Chamber of Commerce as his second stop. This was the first chamber of commerce to pay off its debts since its establishment. Trust should have been established and he should be able to ask for more information.

Uriel arrived at Beelzebub's office, where the official was an elegant and handsome nobleman with six colorful dragonfly wings on his back.

Beelzebub was indeed very friendly. "Welcome, Vice President. I heard that your Chamber of Commerce is making good progress in the Black Dragon Fortress. I'm sure the trade route to the Black Dragon Secret Abyss City on the sixth layer of Hell will soon be opened. The Black Dragon Lord is a very beautiful but very picky lady. It would be difficult for most chambers of commerce to gain her favor. If possible, our Chamber of Commerce would like to use your connections to participate in this project."

Uriel laughed in surprise.

She's just very greedy and stingy and doesn't want to pay, so most chambers of commerce don't want to deal with her! Only a fool like Warnima could open up the situation.

Uriel said with emotion, "Mr. Beelzebub is truly well-informed! If possible, I would really like to take this opportunity to deepen our cooperation. But right now, I'm very worried about the safety of our president. I wonder if you have any news?"

Beelzebub sighed, "I regret your president's setbacks in his training. I met him once, on the day your guild was founded, and I sensed his extraordinary inner qualities. A few days later, he blew up several hundred meters of Dark Moon City's sewer system and became a wanted official. His power is truly astonishing, far surpassing that of ordinary practitioners. I believe he won't die so easily."

Uriel was shocked: "The president is wanted? When?"

Beelzebub laughed in surprise. "Mr. Vice President, you're really busy... Well, because of this sabotage, a criminal organization's secret room was discovered, and the wanted notice was quickly lifted."

Uriel was shocked!
This was the day of the ten-day development mission. He had already flown to the Black Dragon Fortress. Then the female mercenary followed, and the dark elf Orika talked about the Black Hand organization's smuggling, which eventually triggered the Dragon Egg quest! (Chapter 185)
So, he was the one who triggered this incident? Why did he go to Darkmoon City? Why didn't Orika tell him about the sewer collapse?
The more questions he had, the more Uriel didn't want him to die! But Michael was too busy and had no time, nor could he find a way to "call back" the president's spirit...

Uriel asked, "Mr. Beelzebub, does your family have any candidates for training? I know this is a secret. If possible, I would like to reach a cooperative project. I hope that the trainees of your family can rescue our president. After all, our president has become a wandering spirit, so we are not in competition at all."

Beelzebub was stunned. "Mr. Vice President, are you serious? This means that our trainees must also choose S-rank!"

Uriel sighed, "I'm just asking. I don't really have much hope."

Beelzebub smiled and said, "How about this, sir, give me 3 privilege points as operating fee. We need to evaluate the results, but we don't necessarily have to adopt them."

Uriel was shocked: "How do you evaluate it?"

In fact, there is only one possibility, that an earlier group of Beelzebub has already sneaked into the Golden Throne!

(End of this chapter)