480: Chapter 278: The Undead Tribe’s Junior-Level Economic War 480: Chapter 278: The Undead Tribe’s Junior-Level Economic War Kais hid behind Hill, making faces at the towering Earth Elent Lord.
With a sense of helplessness, Hill grabbed his little arm, pulling the disgruntled Wind Elent up to his face, “Do you have any objections to what Korenden said?”
“I’m so small, it doesn’t matter,” Kais argued forcefully.
“I just flit past them, they have to squeeze through the crevice on the other side for a long ti, dawdling and chatting.
I’m dying of impatience!
I don’t want to wait!”
“But that crevice was opened by the Earth Elent Lord for his own convenience!” Hill said very seriously to Kais.
“The exit to the Elental Realm is in the ho of Lord Korenden.
If other Elental Spirits entered your Cloud House without saying hello, would you be pleased to welco them?”
Kais fell silent for a while, “But didn’t he allow Elental Spirits to pass through as they please?”
“Other Elents would greet before entering!” Korenden said, unable to hide his irritation.
“They would even queue up!
They wouldn’t whoosh right past my face, then whoosh back again!
I’ve been patient for so long, I almost didn’t smack you dead!”
“Below the Magic Tower is Earth Elent territory, other Elents wishing to pass through our domain to the Elental Realm would greet the Earth Elents in the basent, not just fly over our heads!” Christoval, normally amiable, seed quite upset as well.
“Wood Elents are small too, we always queue up, why can’t you?” said Eronaen, who couldn’t help but flutter over to ask Kais.
Seeing the Water Elental Lord Nielendi also standing there, Hill realized that Kais truly made these Elental Spirits uncomfortable.
Elental Spirits are slow-paced by nature; this was the first ti they directly dealt with a hasty Wind Elent.
They would probably need so ti to adapt.
“I was wrong.
I thought anyone could go anywhere!” said Kais after reflecting with his head bowed.
He finally understood that even though the passageway was on Hill’s territory, it didn’t belong to Hill.
If he wanted to borrow the way through soone’s ho, he had to greet its proper owner.
And queuing was a matter of courtesy, best not to be broken unless it was an ergency.
Seeing the Wind Elental Chief yielding, the Earth Elents released his tribesfolk.
Hill frowned slightly as he watched the Wind Elental Spirits instantly fly back to hide in the Cloud House, “No wonder you still haven’t beco a lord, Kais.
Have you split again?”
“When I beco a lord, the ones who split won’t be tribespeople but my children,” Kais said despondently.
“An Elent Lord can autonomously split a child only every few thousand years.
I don’t want to wait till my tribespeople grow up to split again; it’s too slow!”
Hill was montarily taken aback, having forgotten that Kais was the first Wind Elental Spirit in this world.
The initial divisions were just Wind Elents produced by the Law through him, his tribespeople, not his kin.
Once he beca an Elent Lord, the Law wouldn’t be able to use Kais’s body anymore; Wind Elental Spirits would have to return to the normal growth path of Elental families.
But even though much of his power ca from the Law, Kais had given much of himself, and the path to Elent Lordship he’d delayed to the present proved his dedication.
“But Kais,” Hill said, touching his swirling head, “when Christoval first followed , there were only a few dozen tribespeople.
Water and Wood Elents were even fewer, and look how large their groups have beco.
Kais, you need to believe in your own tribespeople.
After all, you’re a great clan leader with hundreds of tribespeople!”
“I understand,” Kais said earnestly.
“I’ve got to beco a legend too; otherwise, next ti I ss up, I might indeed get beaten half to death.”
Hill’s gaze sharpened: Why are you so certain you will make mistakes again?
His mories of Kais were still of the shy, timid one who preferred to hide in a pendant and live a solitary Elental life, a pitiable sight.
When had he beco soone who charged headlong into trouble?
Hill looked up at the Cloud House, and then his gaze dropped to the fountain where Agleya’s little labyrinth was.
With so many Elent Lords, why do you have to learn from the Undead?
Hill was almost about to ask but held back in the end.
Compared to Kais, other Elents had interacted with the Undead for longer, showing no interest in the Undead Tribe whatsoever.
It was probably a trait of the Wind Elents, just that they’d taken it a bit too far learning from the Undead.
“Kais, if it’s your own trouble that gets you beaten, I won’t intervene, you hear?” Hill tried hard to keep his voice calm.
“It’s okay, they won’t kill anyway!” Kais replied offhandedly.
He quickly realized what he had said and imdiately turned into a small whirlwind, “I’m heading back!
I need to comfort my tribespeople!
Goodbye, Hill!”
Hill sighed, his children were all good-natured, but one seed cheekier than the other?
After sorting things out, he docked the Cloud Ship in front of the Magic Tower, finally ho again.
This trip had at last co to a close.
“Sir,” List appeared behind him, “You’re not planning to go out again soon, are you?”
“Not for a while, but I’ll have to go out again in a year,” Hill said as he stepped onto the Floating Stairway.
“Any news lately?”
“Nothing much, just the Untouched’s demand for Purification Potions has increased,” List replied.
“There’s none left in stock; I’ve already instructed them to acquire more from Master Fran’s Magic Town.
There are more Alchemists there.”
“The demand has increased?” Hill was taken aback.
“After the dissolution of the Mage Association, many High-level Mages dispersed across various countries, stirring up a bit of instability.
So Alchemists, worried about trouble, moved to Magic Town to live.”
Hill nodded, “As long as they don’t cause trouble, Grandpa will be willing to protect them.
He has always felt that alchemy should have better developnt.”
“Not causing trouble is a very difficult requirent.” List couldn’t help sighing, “It was my first ti seeing Diamant so furious.”
When the floating stairway reached the top floor, Hill walked toward his own bedroom, “What could they do that would provoke the Undead Tribe?”
“Probably provoked each other, I guess!” List said fairly, “There are very few who can enter Master Fran’s territory.
Those who run errands for us here don’t have the qualifications to enter there.
So, these mbers of the Undead Tribe treasure this opportunity very much.
But they can’t help running their mouths at each other.”
Hill asked in surprise, “What could the alchemists possibly have said to provoke them?
The undead that can go to Grandpa’s place are all high-level.”
And for alchemists, it would be good to even reach the level of an Archmage.
The number of alchemists who beco Magisters is pitifully small.
“Those of the Undead Tribe who stay in Magic Town for a long ti are interested in alchemy,” List said with a strange expression, “but sotis the Undead only look at interest and not at talent.
And they are very rich.”
Hill uttered an ‘ah’, thinking of those alchemy junior products that were cheap enough for commoners to afford, clearly not the work of just a few undead grinding for proficiency.
Given the current numbers of the Undead Tribe, there must be thousands staying in Magic Town.
Hill understood that even if alchemy was indeed difficult for the Undead Tribe, there would always be those among them who thought they were exceptionally gifted and would fall into this big pit.
It was common for them to casually toss away hundreds of thousands worth of junior items.
It was a problem for the future if the high-level alchemy products couldn’t be made,
“So alchemists think that they are going too far,” List said slowly, “They’ve collapsed the market.
Now junior alchemists can only survive by working for the high-level ones.
They don’t have as much money as the Undead Tribe, who can produce hundreds of junior products at once.
The prices for materials have been driven up by their purchases, and many of the low-rank products are now worth less than half the materials used.
Even the high-level warlocks feel like they can’t afford it.
The prices of basic materials are rising too quickly.
So so alchemists, when they see the Undead making alchemy items in the workshops of Magic Town, mock them, saying the Undead are either clumsy or dimwitted.
After the Undead got angry, they bought up all the materials from the town’s general stores.
For a week now, those alchemists haven’t been able to buy even a single herb.”
Hill shook his head, “Only high-level alchemists could compete with the Undead in terms of wealth.
But they wouldn’t do sothing so foolish.”
Probably only those junior alchemists who feel their livelihood is being destroyed by the Undead would do such a thing.
“But, the basic materials used by the Undead co from His Majesty the King, right?” Hill was sowhat puzzled, “It has nothing to do with other material rchants.”
The materials used by the Undead are obviously brought from other worlds by the God of Ti and Space and they haven’t hurt the foundation of this world at all.
The two of them couldn’t possibly be ignorant of what inflationis nor supply and demand balance.
In fact, most of the ti the Undead use gold coins; they buy more from ordinary people.
Places like the rchant Guild have basically no dealings with the Undead.”
“rchants want to raise prices, any excuse will do,” List said as if it were only natural, “Definitely so big rchant guilds have hoarded goods.
Maybe even the royal rchant guilds have gotten involved.”
Hill swept the hair from his forehead back, “Let them play!
His Majesty the King has always been careful not to harm the fragile economic cycle of this world, and the economy of the Undead with him is almost a closed loop.
Although they have spent quite a few crystal stones at my grandpa’s and my place, we have mostly used these stones ourselves, so it’s also a closed loop.
If those rchant guilds go too far, and His Majesty really loosens up part of the economic restrictions on the Undead, just their gold coins could play them for fools.
It shouldn’t be crystal stones, unless so foolish king personally enters the fray.
Hmm…
But that shouldn’t happen, right?
There are so many lessons to be learned!”
Hill shook his head, “I’m going to take a bath first, List.
Tell Diamant that if their Magic Tower is running short on basic materials, they can ask the Undead to buy at the normal procurent price.
They will sell.
Our procurent price is much higher than what they pay when buying from His Majesty the King!
Leave the town be, if the general stores have it, they sell, if not, so be it.
Those alchemists won’t be foolish enough to take action against the Magisters.”
List, who had already prepared the bathroom, agreed softly and disappeared.
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