CHAPTER 523: CHAPTER 227: TRADE

Deal

So his expression darkened, and he said in a displeased tone: "Don’t be too greedy. Although the Great Lord is prepared for heavy losses, if the demand is beyond our strength, humph!"

Slutty Mouth sneered inwardly.

His assembly line factory was underground, and this entire forest was his domain, inaccessible even to the Great Lord.

Who else but the Master of the World can inspect everything here?

If it were a matter of seizing the Earth Vein Extreme Point for a hundred years, the Great Lord would absolutely refuse, but for the Master of the World, it’s nothing at all.

Everyone knows the lord here is merely the lackey of the Master of the World.

Of course, the Master of the World wouldn’t agree either, at least not when alternatives exist.

However, Slutty Mouth was already prepared.

He did not outright refuse but instead put on a look of struggle and conflict on his face, as rehearsed.

The Chief Steward sneered nearby, waiting for the compromise.

Or being forced into using violence.

This would really affect the Great Lord’s reputation, not something he’d do unless absolutely necessary.

But, who could resist the allure of being able to mass-manufacture Mechanical Beasts?

Any Great Lord with this capability could see their power soar rapidly.

As long as enough Ancient Wood is available, there’s practically no limit to the increase in power.

Currently, in this world, there’s an abundance of long-dead Ancient Wood lying around.

The Chief Steward waited.

Quickly, he was in disbelief.

Because Slutty Mouth, with a twisted look, somewhat madly said: "I lack nothing, if you want my treasured Meat, then it must be the Earth Vein Extreme Point. If you want to seize it, heh, it’s not just the Great Lord, even the Master of the World could only get scraps, don’t believe it, try it."

Soon, the Chief Steward stormed off angrily, taking with him a squad of Daoist Soldiers, all Third Realm Tree-men.

Intending to act if negotiations failed.

Adverse effects on the Great Lord’s reputation were inevitable.

Who knew the opponent was already prepared, having set up safeguards, indifferent to any threats or promising of benefits.

As stubborn as a stone in the toilet, foul and hard, leaving him helpless.

Slutty Mouth wasn’t lying, the assembly line naturally equipped with a self-destruct mechanism.

Otherwise, it would be normal to be seized by the Master of the World if discovered.

His only worry was the Master of the Tree-man Mini World issuing a task.

As he was not a player in this world, he couldn’t accept tasks.

That would be troublesome.

But there was a reason behind this choice, on one hand, the Master of that world is very low-key, as learned from other players, who can’t even issue a task once a century.

On the other hand, Slutty Mouth has other means.

Even if he doesn’t obtain the Earth Vein Extreme Point, it won’t be a loss.

If he does, he’ll hit the jackpot.

Even a ten percent chance is worth fighting for.

No matter what, Slutty Mouth assesses the opportunity as large.

Don’t be fooled by the Master of this world being low-key, he is quietly reclaiming the rights to the Earth Vein Extreme Points.

Other Great Lords have noticed.

Despite appearances, the calm is only that ordinary players aren’t paying attention; it’s not their business, so they keep aloof.

If carefully investigated, one could find out.

The Chief Steward stormed back angrily.

Failing at his task, he could only report.

The Great Lord didn’t seem angry.

"Master, look." The Chief Steward left, and the Great Lord nearly fawned with his words.

This wasn’t the brotherly tone used when conquering the world together with the Master of the World and splitting it.

Indeed, he wasn’t one of the old-timers.

Don’t be deceived by the Master of the World’s low profile. Silently, former leaders died, and he supported his own men to become the Great Lord here.

Unfortunately, the execution wasn’t discreet and was exposed.

This incapacitated the same method from being used again, with none of the Earth Vein Extreme Points under his control increasing for years.

The Great Lords secretly formed an alliance.

This made him act more discreetly, denying till his death; other Great Lords were helpless.

"A hundred years, then a hundred years." The Master of the World looked at the underground space, realizing the true value of that assembly line.

Once obtained, mass manufacture of Mechanical Beasts would mean no more restraint. As long as the numbers were substantial, attacking other Earth Vein Extreme Points to seize the world’s authority would be the crux.

"Master, should I notify, or do you want to issue a task?" The expectant voice asked.

His suggestion was naturally hoping for a task issuance, which would be more secure.

Otherwise, any former Great Lord understands, after utilizing the Earth Vein Extreme Point for a hundred years, the opponent absolutely wouldn’t let go.

That feeling of being rooted in the Earth Vein Extreme Point is mysteriously wondrous, and far more than just breaking through.

"Issue a task?" The Master of the Tree-man Mini World naturally wouldn’t.

He wanted to make the opponent unwilling to give up, using this to stir the waters, attracting other Great Lords to vie.

By then, with a hundred years to amass numerous Puppet Beasts along with the many Tree-men he had painstakingly hoarded, it would be time to unify the Tree-man Mini World.

Otherwise, relying on accumulating Third Realm Tree-men alone would take at least thousands more years to establish enough foundation for a move.

In the recent thousand years, he remained low-key, issuing no tasks, so many new players didn’t even know he was the Master of this World?

What was the point? It was to quietly develop and hoard Tree-men.

As he lay low, the Great Lords’ disappearance led them to unite and face various contradictions.

As this persists, without needing his provocation, they would consume each other.

However, all this was too slow.