Final Lord

Chapter 166: Caught into a cocky mouth
Wang Bufu pointed at the singer, then at himself, and said, "You should understand the value of Thunderous Hatred."

I have two options. One option is to buy it out for 600,000 gold coins. Under the witness of the God of Commerce, I swear that I will not tell anyone else about the recipe except you.

Of course, it's impossible to keep it a secret forever, but you can definitely make ten times the profit before someone else figures out the formula.

Another option is for us to collaborate. I will only provide the formula, and you will be responsible for everything else, including pricing.

For every Thunder Abomination I sell, I take 400 gold coins; the rest of the profit is yours.

Similarly, this plan should be witnessed by the commercial church.

“I choose the first one!” the singer said without hesitation. “But I can’t come up with that many gold coins all at once, so you have to allow me to pay in installments.”

"Sure, but for installment payments, I require a portion of the payment to be offset by Thunderous Abominations at cost price. You can discuss the specifics with Mair."

Wang Bufu nodded to Mair, who immediately sat up straight, the gold-threaded emblem of the Commercial Church gleaming on his collar.

"Transporting such a large creature isn't cheap." The girl tapped her fingertips on the ledger. "The average price for a Tier 3 undead on the market is 1200 gold. Can you give me a fair price?"

“3000 gold,” the singer immediately said. “Selling a Thunder Abomination for 5000 gold is practically free. The cost price is at least 3000.”

“1800的成本价。”麦尔拿起王不服的本子，只看了一眼就说道：“这些资源只要1000金币，任意2阶僵尸亡灵折算400金币，留400金币的仪式花费。1800顶天了。”

"Oh! You can't do that. We're friends, we can't be so calculating."

"It is precisely because we are friends that we need to be clear about things."

"Then you need to consider the risks and costs of me creating Thunderous Abominations! To maintain secrecy, I have no way to mass-produce them."

"That's your problem, it has nothing to do with us."

……

Despite being a Death Singer of a much higher rank than himself, Mair remained neither humble nor arrogant, and even subtly gained the upper hand.

Wang Bufu looked at the scene before him and thought to himself.

This girl is more capable than I thought.

In a short time, she understood the current situation through her conversation with the singer and quickly got into work mode. She certainly has the potential to become a great businesswoman.

This Maiel truly delights me. Wang Bufu toyed with a beautiful gold coin between his fingers, smiling slightly.

……

"Deal." The Singer slammed his scepter heavily on the ground. "But I need a thousand ice sculpture pendants. Our undead breeding farm can't do without this good thing that can keep the temperature constantly dropping."

Don't give me that "Ice God" nonsense; that was just a creation of an ice-elemental legend. At most, that legend touched the edge of demigodhood.

"what?"

"Hahaha."

Maier's pupils contracted slightly, but Wang Bufu burst into laughter. The light streaming through the window cast a chilling shadow on his brow bone.

"Alright, here you go. But you have to exchange it for eight hundred Fallen Wraiths for me to use first. I reckon I won't get any of your first batch of Thunder Abominations."

"My lord is so generous! Then I won't be stingy either. I'll pay you 300,000 gold coins plus 2,000 Wraiths first. You give me the complete recipe for Thunderous Abomination and 1,000 Ice Sculptures."

"make a deal!"

Wang Bufu slammed the God of Commerce Contract onto the table, and golden ink flowed automatically to form text. The singer's deathly aura mark and Wang Bufu's fiery brand overlapped on the contract, leaving their respective soul imprints.

Meyer, clutching the ledger, exited the carriage. The golden thread of the Commercial Church burned an eternal mark at the end of the contract. The singer felt a sudden surge of information related to Thunder's Hatred in her mind; her savings in the Church of the God of Commerce had decreased by 300,000, transferred to Wang Bufu's account.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Wang Bufu looked out the window at the churning black clouds, from which the faint neighing of undead warhorses could be heard.

"Once the important business is done, I can relax and stroll around Night Mountain City."

Wang Bufu said with a smile, "My lovely little merchant still needs to prepare some goods for my lovely people. We will probably leave in about two days."

"Miss Singer, you're welcome to come and visit me sometime."

The singer looked at Wang Bufu with curiosity, his eyes filled with ambiguity. "Can I take this as an invitation? As a gentleman and a lady?"

"Hahaha." Wang Bufu laughed, "I wouldn't dare invite you. I'm afraid your elders would twist my head off and hang it on the city gate of Night Mountain City, making me sing for passersby."

The singer narrowed his eyes. "You know my father?"

"The founder of the Graveyard Keepers. The legendary ghost, Lord Wither. Your father's name is legendary."

The singer frowned: "So you really came here for me from the beginning? I'm just a big idiot?"

“No, I didn’t guess it was you at first either.” Wang Bufu laughed, “But as an extraordinary being, you actually dared to agree to Lei Ming’s business without asking your superiors.”

If I still can't guess who you are, then I'm really too stupid.

"The race is ghosts, and among the gravediggers, only your father wields immense power."

"Tch, cunning human." The singer laughed. "You're smart. You could have kept quiet about these things, but you did anyway. It couldn't have been just to show off how clever you are, could it?"

“Of course not, what’s the difference between that and a peacock spreading its tail feathers and showing its backside?” Wang Bufu tapped the table and said, “I just hope that our relationship can become closer. That way we can have some deeper cooperation.”

The singer shrank back slightly, looking at Wang Bufu warily: "What? Trying to fish again?"

Wang Bufu smiled mysteriously: "My elders brought back more than just the recipe for Thunderous Abomination from the ruins."

Singer: !!!

Seeing the singer's shocked expression, Wang Bufu felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

You tomb keepers have many more treasures to offer.

As the undead organization that was closest to the players in their previous life, the Gravekeepers' art style has been completely ruined by the players, resulting in a bunch of powerful products that combine technology and the undead, all of which have been recognized by the world under divine protection.

For example, the Cyber ​​Soulbinder can extract the souls of enemy mages to power itself.
A skeletal engine capable of unleashing death ray breath.

The hovering bat-shaped fuselage is inlaid with a lich's life casket, and the tail fins are equipped with an array of neural probes for the Dark Erosion Mechanism.

A bloodsteel stitched beast with chimeric biological tissues and liquid metal in symbiosis.

Styx Submersibles modified from drowned victims...

Later in the game, the Gravekeepers even created a separate undead faction, rivaling the conservative faction of the God-Guardian world.

Thunderous Abomination was just one of the earliest creations of the Gravekeepers; it didn't even make it into the first queue in the Gravekeepers' vast undead treasury.

I haven't even brought out those top-tier professions yet.

If you use these to fish, you'll end up with a bigmouth bass!

(End of this chapter)