The Game of Global Mining Chapter 426 - 334: Uriel’s Favor

Lost Paradise.

Uriel led a team of hundreds of young gentlen and ladies escorting over 60 mining carts that had once again completed the mining task from the Earth Fla Tribe. The journey was not peaceful, they had already encountered large-scale wild creatures, which were especially difficult to kill.

Uriel was tired and did not want to continue with another trip; the whole team was disbanded for a rest. As for himself, he decided to stroll around the city.

Earlier at the Earth Fla Tribe, he asked the leader if there was any news of Vonima’s potential resurrection, and still, there was none.

Now, Uriel really wanted to contact the Azazel Race to see if there was any news of Vonima’s resurrection. However, it didn’t feel appropriate; as the vice president, the motive to replace the president was too obvious since this comrce association belonged to the Azazel Race.

Perhaps it would be better to inquire elsewhere among other families. After all, family trials have their rules, which is that the total quota is fixed. Once a trial taker from a family fails and dies, an opportunity opens up for other families to vie for. If Vonima really died, other families should have candidates ready, though candidates are also a secret, but using privileges, one could still find out so news.

Of course, Uriel wasn’t particularly eager to move up; the main point was that this Vonima was the product of his big gift bag, considered a creation born out of his inadvertent move, and he had so affection for it.

And as vice president, the most convenient place to gather information was by visiting the offices of other families at the comrce association headquarters.

Uriel’s first stop was the office of the Mammon Comrce Association, as they were significantly indebted. After this ten-day developnt task, it should be ti for their debt repaynt task.

The Mammon office was extrely large, matching "the Gourmand" Mammon’s enormous size.

However, Uriel knew that the trial takers of the Mammon race were not large at all; in fact, they lurked in the intestines of their hosts as small parasitic worms. So Mammans, unable to control their innate appetite, would cause their host to experience the unusual symptom of "getting thinner the more you eat, the more you eat, the thinner you get," thereby exposing themselves.

The Mammon wearing a massive suit was quite impatient: "Vice President, it’s ti to resolve the issue of our debt."

Uriel remained calm: "Rest assured, our comrce association operates exclusively with the Earth Fla Tribe, not just their advanced Purple Fla Mines but also the newly developed and bred Purple Crystal Fish, which Mr. Mammon might not have seen before."

Having said this, he waved his hand and took out a fire basin with so purple Crystal Stone Fish wriggling inside.

Mammon was astonished: "They look delicious, can they be eaten?"

Uriel laughed: "Mr. Mammon, you are not good at appreciating beauty, such beautiful fish are ant to be admired!"

Mammon’s mouth watered: "No, only delicious food is beautiful! I want to eat them!"

Uriel laughed: "Then, please!"

Mammon couldn’t wait to lift the fire basin and was about to gobble it down, but hesitated and rely picked one up gently and placed it in his mouth, letting the fish tumble around his gigantic oral cavity.

Mammon’s face lit up with blissful delight, mumbling indistinctly, "So~ beau~~tiful, I can’t bear to part with~~"

Finally, he swallowed it whole, his massive body trembling with excitent!

Uriel smiled and asked: "How is it?"

Mammon promptly gulped down the remaining few fish whole once again, savoring them while sprawling contently on the sofa.

Uriel, too, was secretly amazed. Although Mammon is a gourmand, every high-tier Mammon is a gourt, typically a picky eater. It was truly surprising that the Purple Crystal Fish suited his taste so well?

Finally, Mammon regained his senses and eagerly asked: "Vice President, do you have more?"

Uriel had found a way to get to him: "Sir, these are high-priced ornantal fish, their yield is very low; you just ate a week’s worth of production!"

Mammon beca anxious: "No, no, making them ornantal fish is the biggest waste; please increase the production of the Purple Crystal Fish! I will buy them! Sell them all to our comrce association, or we can negotiate about the debt!"

Uriel was very pleased: "I was actually contemplating whether to increase production, but since Mr. Mammon appreciates them so well, I am relieved to proceed with mass production. But I ca to you to discuss sothing else."

Mammon was much more respectful now: "Please go ahead, sir."

Uriel sighed and said: "Our president just joined the S-level family trial and t a grim fate; his life and death are unknown. I want to know if your family has a candidate?"

Mammon seed understanding: "It is a family secret, actually, I don’t know. But I know the basic rules, your president has actually been tacitly dismissed. The trial quota he vacated was S-level, which only families daring enough to challenge S-levels have priority to contest for. And S-level is the Golden Divine Throne, where food is more expensive to be delivered, which is not convenient for my clan who are big eaters from the start."

So he has been tacitly dismissed...

Uriel had nothing else to inquire about: "Then, sorry to bother you, let’s discuss the Purple Crystal Fish at another ti."

Mammon was eager: "The sooner the better..."

Uriel decided his next stop would be to visit the Beelzebub Comrce Association, which was the first comrce association to fulfill their debt repaynt task ever since their establishnt, thus trust should be more established, and more information might be obtainable.

Uriel arrived at Beelzebub’s office, where an elegant and handso nobleman with six colorful dragonfly wings on his back greeted him.

Beelzebub was indeed very courteous: "Welco, Vice President. I’ve heard that your comrce association has made great progress at the Black Dragon Fortress. I suppose the trade route to the Black Dragon Secret Abyss City on Hell’s 6th level is about to be opened, right? The Black Dragon Lord is known to be a very beautiful but also very fastidious ruler. Generally speaking, comrce associations find it hard to win her favor. If possible, our comrce association wishes to engage in this project through your connection."

Uriel chuckled in surprise.

She is just extrely greedy and stingy, unwilling to spend money—hence most comrce associations are unwilling to deal with her! Perhaps only a fool like Vonima could break the ice.

Uriel sighed: "Mr. Beelzebub, your news is really resourceful! If possible, I indeed want to take this opportunity to deepen our cooperation. But right now, I am deeply worried about our president’s safety, I wonder if you have any information?"

Beelzebub sighed: "I regret to hear about your president’s trial setbacks. I t him once on the establishnt day of your comrce association, feeling he possessed extraordinary inner qualities, but within days, he collapsed several hundreds of ters of the Dark Moon City’s sewer system and beca wanted. This power was impressive and exceeded ordinary trial takers. I believe he won’t die easily."

Uriel was astonished: "The president is wanted? When did this happen?"

Beelzebub chuckled with surprise: "Vice President, you are truly busy... Alright, this destruction led to a cri organization’s secret chamber being uncovered, and the wanted order was quickly canceled."

Uriel was shocked!

This was the developnt task day, he had already flown to the Black Dragon Fortress, then the rcenary maid followed, and Dark Elf Olka talked about the Black Hand Organization’s smuggling, eventually triggering the Dragon Egg mission! (Chapter 185)

So, was this event triggered by him? Why did he go to Dark Moon City? Why didn’t Olka ntion the sewer collapse?

The more questions raised, the less Uriel wished he truly died! But Michael was too busy, having not found a way to initiate "Soul Summoning" for the president...

Uriel asked: "Then Mr. Beelzebub, does your family have arrangents for a trial candidate? I know it’s a secret, but if possible, I’d like to form a cooperation project, hoping your family’s trial taker could rescue our president, considering he has beco a wandering spirit and doesn’t constitute a competitive threat."

Beelzebub was astonished: "Are you serious, Vice President? This ans requesting our trial taker to opt for S-level as well!"

Uriel sighed: "I was just asking, actually not harboring much hope."

Beelzebub smiled: "How about this, give 30,000 Privilege Points as operation fee, and we’ll need to evaluate the outco. But not necessarily adopt it."

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

There was actually only one possibility, an early batch of Beelzebubs had already infiltrated the Golden Divine Throne!