Final Lord

Chapter 164 The Singer

Mair sized up the necromancer before him. The necromancer calmly stood in front of the carriage, showing no intention of moving.

Mair asked, "We are a caravan from the Ice God Merchant Guild, why are you stopping us?"

"Of course, it's for... a trade! I heard that a generous merchant is buying up undead in Night Mountain City. And I have the best quality undead in the entire Night City Market. Unlike those mass-produced goods, the goods I have are all top-quality! Like this one!"

The necromancer pulled on his idle hand and dragged the ghostly songstress in front of Mair.

"A Tier 3 rare profession, the Ghostly Diva, who can sing sixteen different songs, each of which can bring powerful buffs. I bet that no one in the entire Night Mountain City except me can produce such a good item."

The ghostly songstress was pulled to the ground by the chains, looking at Mair with pleading eyes, appearing pitiful.

Meyer frowned, about to refuse. Suddenly, a voice rang in his mind.

"Let's go over and take a look."

My Lord!

Mair frowned even more deeply and casually approached the undead songstress.

She observed carefully for a while, her heart filled with curiosity.

"This ghostly songstress is indeed quite beautiful, but besides being beautiful, she doesn't have any other merits. Why did you send me here, Lord?"
With so many beautiful women in the territory, the lord shouldn't lack for women, right?
Could it be... that the lord doesn't like warm, soft, living people, but prefers to be an undead knight?!

"Hmm, let me ask about the price."

Wang Bufu's voice rang out again, and Mair quickly looked up and asked, "How much do you want to sell this ghost songstress?"

Five purple will-o'-the-wisps ignited in front of the necromancer, who said, "Five thousand gold coins."

Five thousand gold coins! Mair's face immediately darkened.

She had already figured out the market price over the past few days. A Tier 3 undead is worth around 1200 gold coins. Why would this ghost sell for 5000? Just because she's pretty?

Let's discuss the price.

Even the lord thinks it's expensive; this necromancer is indeed a shrewd businessman!

We'll offer 15,000.

One... Ah?!
Mair froze, nearly losing control of his expression. They offered 5,000, and we offered 15,000? Who ever sees reverse bargaining?

[Don't doubt it, I'm not mistaken. Fifteen thousand gold coins, but there's one condition: immediate payment, immediate settlement. I don't want any other ghost songstresses, I only want this one.]

A thought flashed through Meyer's mind, and he immediately realized that the ghostly songstress in front of him was definitely not simple.

She straightened up and said to the necromancer, "In our business world, we always believe in equal exchange. The most important thing about equal exchange is fairness."

Your offer of five thousand is unfair to us, so I cannot accept this deal.

"Oh?" The necromancer shook the chains and said unhappily, "You think the price is too high? Look carefully! This is a top-quality ghost songstress, already trained, she can sing while working to boost your speed and strength. Such a fine treasure is already very cheap at 5000 gold coins."

"Fifteen thousand gold coins," Mair suddenly said. "That's our price. I only have one condition: I want this Ghostly Diva, and I won't allow any replacements."

In addition, I need to invite members of the business church to witness the transaction, ensuring there are no regrets after it's completed.

The necromancer paused abruptly in his grip on the chains. He lowered his head, silently took a step back, and stood behind the ghostly songstress.

"I was recognized." The ghostly songstress chuckled, no longer feigning weakness. She placed her hand on her neck, easily unlocking the shackles, and then slipped them back onto the necromancer's neck.

Meyer took a step back, looking somewhat taken aback.

The ghostly songstress stood up and asked Mair, "You seem quite surprised? Interesting. I thought you already knew my identity. Did you stumble upon this by accident, or did someone behind you guide you?"

Meyer realized he had been exposed. He frowned and didn't respond.

The ghostly songstress shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter. In any case, you've passed the test."

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am a member of the Gravekeepers, codenamed Singer. I am also one of the suppliers of Night City's undead goods.

Please don't misunderstand, I'm not with those three guys who just attacked you. They're on the outer perimeter of the Gravekeepers, while I'm one of their core members. Now that you recognize me, I can truly discuss a deal with you.

I've noticed you've been buying undead units, but the stock from those individual sellers is inconsistent; neither the quality nor the quantity is guaranteed. We, on the other hand, have the most abundant supply in the entire Nighthills.

If you still want to buy undead, you can contact me. I'll definitely satisfy you.

Please invite her into the carriage.

Wang Bufu's voice rang out again, and Mair perked up, quickly replying, "You've come at the right time. We came to Night City just to buy some skeletons."

"If possible, shall we go to the carriage to discuss this in detail?"

“Of course, no problem.” The singer lifted her skirt and leaned closer, seemingly without any concern about any trickery.

The carriage bumped along the cobblestone streets of the mountain city at night, and the flickering candlelight inside cast the shadows of the three people onto the curtain embroidered with ice crystal patterns.

The singer gracefully sat down, lifting her skirt. Her pale fingertips brushed against the teacup, which was filled with the deathly aura of the dead. Wisps of black mist rose from the rim of the cup, making the smile on her lips even more eerie.

"I never expected that the leader behind your Ice God Merchant Guild's mysterious merchant would be so young."

"Wealth knows no age," Wang Bufu smiled slightly. "Gold coins, however, have no age limit."

“Of course, Lord,” the singer began, his voice as melodious as an icy spring flowing from the depths of a tomb. “Do you desire a spirit wielding a hoe or a sword?”

Wang Bufu leaned against the soft cushion and lightly tapped the low table with his knuckles.

He laughed and said, “My mine needs skeletons that can dig the ground, but if one day the enemy comes with a sword…” He paused, a spark of fire flashing deep in his pupils, “my miners also need to be able to twist their heads off.”

Wang Bufu's meaning was very straightforward: he wanted it all.

Both combat effectiveness and cost-effectiveness are essential.

He looked at the singer and thought to himself:

"At this stage, the only undead unit the Gravekeeper can provide that meets my requirements is probably that one..."

"If you want both, then you've come to the right person." The singer chuckled and tapped the carriage floor with his bone scepter. Three shrouded corpses appeared out of thin air, and the stench of decay and rust instantly filled the air.

Clusters of ghostly apparitions appeared inside the carriage, adding to its gloomy atmosphere.

Wang Bufu looked at one of the phantoms and his heart stirred slightly. He had found the goal of this trip.

(End of this chapter)