Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 375 The Strongest Working Man

To complete the ancestral spirit's mission, slay the giant serpent, and return home, the three elves must first learn how to make money.

Of course, they could also choose not to earn money, not to rent wooden carts, and to walk directly to the location of the giant snake. However, this would mean that they would behave completely differently from the locals along the way. Although the three of them felt that the locals were not actually hostile to them, for safety reasons, they still planned not to stand out too much.

This was a habit of the three of them. When they fought the Undead Demon King, they, the rebels, had already gotten used to trying not to attract the attention of the undead soldiers. After all, once their tracks were discovered, there would be a sea of ​​thousands of skeletons, enough to wipe out any team on the spot.

"Before engaging the giant serpent, we must conserve our strength as much as possible."

All three elves shared this idea; having been through countless battles, they knew very well that good steel should be used where it's needed most.

If they are too conspicuous and attract the attention of the local demon army, it will make them waste their energy.

"So... how do I make money?"

The other two elves looked at the elven mage simultaneously.

As the one who learned the local language the fastest, the responsibility of finding a job naturally fell on the elf mage's shoulders.

To the elven mage, this was no big deal.

After all, making money, to put it bluntly, means satisfying other people's needs.

You fulfill other people's needs and then receive money as a reward. Among the elves, this is crystal coins, while in this place, it's just the numbers on that thin wooden board.

All three of them are skilled and strong, and with the elves' technical level, which is only one step away from stepping into the starry sea, making money is a piece of cake.

However, it's definitely not possible today. It's already late, and even if we want to make money, we'll have to wait until daytime.

So, for safety reasons, the three elves camped out outside the village for the night. Although the conditions were a bit harsh, they managed to get by with the help of magic.

But the very next morning, the three elves, full of ambition and ready to easily earn some money, were...

But they heard devastating news they had never heard before.

"What? You don't need help?"

The first to be stunned was the elven warrior. His idea was to help the local farmers with some manual labor. This kind of day-paid work was just right for them at the moment, and they could leave at night after getting paid.

But who would have thought that these local bald-eared men didn't need to do any heavy physical labor at all?

As for the reason, it was naturally because of those wooden figures in the field. When the elven warriors got closer, they discovered that those wooden figures were not simply standing there—right under the feet of the wooden figures, those neat roots were constantly tidying up the land.

It's just that the wooden figure's upper body didn't move, which gave it the illusion of being an ordinary scarecrow.

As for tasks like moving things, there are wooden figures to help load them onto wooden carts. The whole process is basically unmanned. If we have to talk about human involvement, it's probably just about making plans, such as where to move it or where to sell it.

"This……"

Seeing that the job he thought was within his grasp had been snatched away by the wooden golem, the elven warrior could only place his hopes on his two companions.

Especially the elven priests, who are supposed to be practicing medicine and saving lives. Even if the golem technology here is extremely advanced, how could these locals not get sick?
"They...can indeed avoid getting sick."

The elven priest returned dejectedly.

The elven priest originally thought that since it was a village, there would surely be some sick people. He could use his ancestral spirit magic to cure them on the spot, and the money would easily fall into his hands. However, the reality was that even though the elven priest spent the whole afternoon wandering around the village, he couldn't find any patients for whom he could use his healing magic.

"Can these bald ears really stay healthy forever?"

The elven priest couldn't accept the reality before him; he felt there were other problems at play.

Fortunately, the elven mage, who had also just returned, provided the answer.

It's not that these bald-eared people are truly healthy forever, but rather that the wooden figures organize regular checkups. If it's a minor illness, the wooden figures can grow the corresponding herbs on their bodies. As for serious illnesses, they are simply taken to the city by wooden carts.

According to the locals, the Earth Church in the city had opened a medical school, and the medical students needed patients to practice on. The more serious the illness or the rarer the intractable disease, the greater its value to the medical students.

Simply put, mild cases were cured long ago, and severe cases were taken away directly, so the elven priest really didn't have much room to maneuver.

"And you? Have you sorted it out?"

The elven warrior and the elven priest both looked at the elven mage.

"You wouldn't do it too..."

"At the beginning, we really couldn't find any good solutions."

The elven mage also sighed.

Neither of his companions had found work, so he was naturally in no better shape. Moreover, unlike the warriors who could sell their physical strength or the priests who acted as doctors, he, as a mage, couldn't easily make money directly using magic—after all, the local magic system was likely different from that of the elves. If he used elven magic to make money directly, he might make himself as conspicuous as a guiding light.

Perhaps performing a magic trick can earn some tips; this was a way for many traveling mages to earn travel expenses before the Undead King unleashed the undead calamity.

To the elf mage's surprise, even after setting off fireworks all around the village, no one was attracted to him.

"Later I realized that they were all looking at their own thin wooden boards."

As he said this, the elven mage rubbed open his wooden emblem.

“Look here. If you click on this, you can see some other images. Yes, these moving relief patterns... It looks like some kind of theatrical performance. It should be a form of entertainment for the locals. It's a pity you don't have the money to see this.”

"...We have no money?"

The elven warrior keenly grasped the key point.

"You mean you have money?"

Upon hearing this, the elven priest beside him also came over. They were both very curious about how the mage in the group earned the local money—after all, in their eyes, these local natives were extremely xenophobic, leaving them no chance at all.

"So how exactly did you earn it?"

"...Don't ask."

The elven mage instinctively patted the dirt off his knees.

"In short, we should have enough money for our trip now."

(End of this chapter)