Santos grabbed a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write commercial notes on papyrus. He sprinkled chalk powder to absorb the excess ink and let it sit for a while until the ink dried.

Then he carefully wrapped the papyrus into a tube, stuffed it into a special lacquer tube, scooped a spoonful of wax with a copper spoon and roasted it on the lamp, dripped it on the seal of the lacquer tube, and finally stamped it with his own ring seal.

This is the work that the fat merchant has to do nearly a hundred times a day lately, and he is suffering and happy because of it—

After several expansions, the number of sand rhino beasts in the caravan still exceeded 500, and the number of personnel had already exceeded 3,000.

Relying on the various air stations set up for the Leviathan in the cities of the central and southern regions of Medici, these teams are busy transporting the cargo unloaded from the air station to the area where the air terminal can radiate.

As the owner of the sand rhino caravan, Santos has long since stopped following the caravan, and the most important thing he does every day is to collect information on commodity prices in various places, and use this as the basis for drafting and writing various commercial papers.

Having completed the last agreement of the day that needed to be sent, Santos stood up and poured himself a glass of jujube, sipping as he calculated the expected benefits for the day.

Since the Leviathan's air transport routes, the Sand Rhino caravans no longer have to accept long-distance transportation, and only one camel caravan is responsible for the short-distance transportation of the "last Palesan".

The speed of payment collection is accelerating, and the goods handled are also increasing, and he is naturally making a lot of money.

However, compared to the benefits of that adult, Santos was very self-aware that he did not compare, and did not even dare to think about it—he could see the successive actions of the "Centaurs", "Ussan", and "Obsidian Council" shaking the trees one after another—the "bloody" fate of those people was enough for anyone to learn from them.

And being the manager of the "Scales of Eternal Order" Chamber of Commerce made Santos particularly satisfied. For such a business giant that has begun to take shape, even if he only participates in it, he can already be honored as a businessman.

"Boss," one of the attendants knocked on the door, and Santos saw a desert kobold behind him, "a messenger from the Dragonlord Clan on the Leviathan, saying that something important is to inform you. ”

Letting the desert kobold into the house, he handed Santos a piece of letterhead:

"Quickly dispatched the local branches of the Chamber of Commerce to collect papyrus, spices, and all kinds of ironware...... The more the better, stored in the depots at the various terminals, and seven days later loaded and brought back to Nome on the Leviathan's return from Uzka. ”

On the back of the letterhead is an arcane sigil that shimmers with brilliance.

Santos pulled out an enchanted scroll designed to identify various spell emblems, and after carefully checking it for error, he confirmed that the letter was written by the magic advisor of the dragon Pasha.

"Obey the order, don't dare to disobey. ”

The fat merchant left a blank space under the letterhead and quickly wrote down his reply. The parchment paper was then sealed, and the seal was dripped with wax and oil that had not yet cooled completely, and the ring was fastened again.

"Greetings to Lord Pasha," Santos handed the reply to the Desert Kobold, and after watching him put the letter close to him, he continued: "Be sure to tell Lord Quest that the material will be ready within the stipulated time. ”

......

Island World, a nameless island near the Camel Empire.

Quith, who revealed the true form of the dragon, easily subdued a group of mortals.

In front of him, the elemental spirits did not dare to obey the shaman's call to fight against him, and the camel warriors did not dare to move their swords.

Only the priest was a little more troublesome, and in order to prevent them from "ventilating" to the gods behind them, Quest had to knock them unconscious one by one.

But fortunately, the young blue dragon has the help of "professionals" -

"The Extinguishers have been arranged," Snead walked into the bamboo hut that originally belonged to the Mutant Raft Elder, and after bowing deeply to the employer in front of him, he said, "The connection between those priests and their belief in the camel god has been blocked for the time being. ”

With a wave of the steampunk half-lich, the undead who had been standing behind him stepped forward and bowed to the young blue dragon.

A glowing green gaze streamed through his sockets, illuminating the humanoid face that was somewhere between real and false, and the swing of the robe revealed the loose and smooth muscles of the extinguishing spirit.

Dark emblems floated around his body, and the unsupported characters showed their visceral curses—the Extinguishing Spirits were invisible things that represented malice and night, despising all living things, and the moonlight that nurtured them.

But the real source of their hatred is hatred of those who serve the gods.

If possible, the Extinguishing Spirit would always want to kill the gods in high places, though it was obvious that this kind of action was not something that such an undead creature with very average combat might do.

However, they possess a very peculiar ability - through a supernatural ability called "substitutionary atonement", they can break the connection between the gods and their followers - and it is also an important asset for them to qualify for allegiance to more powerful undead beings.

The Extinguishing Spirit standing in front of Quest was the leader of the small Extinguishing Spirit community summoned by Sneider. A half-lich with enough knowledge and strength that has returned to legendary levels can easily gain the allegiance of the extinguishing spirit.

"Your Excellency," said the not-so-stupid Soul Extinguishing Chief, his master's "employer," Snead explained to him, "There's a strange thing I need to report to you—"

When the Extinguishers use their ability to redeem for the Priest, they can sense the richness of the Divine Grace in each mortal and the Priest's steadfastness in their faith, usually to about the same extent, or the latter to a slightly higher degree than the former.

However, when they dealt with an injured priest named Gelsan, they found that the camel's faith was far less strong than the charisma in him.

The Extinguishers even had to unite and use "multiple substitutions" to block the connection between the god and Kelsan.

"—Kelsan's faith is not worthy of those divine graces," the leader of the Soul Extinguishing paused, and organized his words, "I thought he was a blasphemous sacrifice at first, but later I found out that this was not the case, he was not a son of God, and that weak god must have a plan in him to take such care of a believer. ”

A strange green light flickered in its eyes, and it thought of the paladin it had encountered when it had just joined Sneijder.

There was so much divine grace on that person's body that was about to overflow, and several extinguishing spirits couldn't help but make a move on Jensen, but who would have thought that the "substitution of redemption" had just been launched, and the supreme holy power that always favored the holy warriors would directly annihilate them into nothingness.

Of course, the so-called camel god naturally can't be compared to the great origin rules of the multiverse, and casting multiple substitutions on Gelsang can still cut off the practice between him and the gods, but the level of attention is very similar.

"He must be hoping for something from that camel man named Gerson!"

Never hesitate to speculate on the extinguishing of the gods with the greatest malice, and cut the railway.

Sure enough, a series of encounters when he disguised himself as a floating raft man made Ques doubt Kelsan's identity.

As an elemental shaman, he was favored by the camel god, but the camel emperor wanted to get rid of it quickly.

"It's kind of interesting," the young blue dragon thought to himself, "I should figure out why." ”

After commending the leader for his conscientious and responsible work, Quest motioned for Sneijder to take his men out.

"Take that...... Commander of the Nar fleet bring it up," Quis said to one of the Dragon's Clan attendants beside him, "By the way, inform Blue to come over and get him ready." Well, let him bring a barbecue, maybe it will come in handy. ”

By the time several desert kobold warriors escorted the Bactrian nobleman over, the ogre gourmand had already set up his beloved cooking tools in the firepit, the charcoal had been burned, and everything was ready.

"Today's apricot scones are very good," Blue said with a "gentle" smile when he saw the arrival, "You have a lot of fruit here, and I feel that I can make the most of my craft, which is good." ”

Looking at the monster in front of him sitting cross-legged on the ground at the same height as himself, the camel commander involuntarily swallowed.

Without the use of "tongue tricks", the ogre's language he could not understand at all—and even if he did, of course, it would not diminish the fear in his heart—and the "gentle" smile of the gourmand resembled the expression on the face of food.

"What do you want me to do—what?" looked at Quest, who was sitting in the main seat, and fear urged him to speak first.

The young blue dragon waved his hand, "Calm down," he replied with a slight contempt, "I don't want to kill you yet, at least not yet, or you'll be turned to ashes, minced meat, or some other mess." ”

A flash of light flashed through Quest's eyes, hinting at the fanaticism that lay beneath his human exterior.

"On the contrary, I've been watching you, and I'm happy with what I've observed," Quest motioned for the camel commander to sit down next to the campfire, staying outside of the range of the spear in the hands of the desert kobolds, Blu's side, "I hope you can keep it up." ”

"What the hell do you want!" Quest's relief seemed to embolden the Bactrian hump, "You know, the glory of the Bactrian nobility cannot be tarnished, and I will not ......"

With a "snap", Ogre Blue raised his hand and pressed the camel who was about to make a big speech to the ground, took out a sharp whaling fork and shaved off a hump behind him at once, and neatly skewered it onto the barbecue grill.

The camel commander woke up again and saw the huge monster clutching at the roasted fat mass, which, combined with the pain in his back, quickly realized what the guy was holding in his hand.

"Are you sure you want to scare him?" the ogre pouted, he thought the hump behind the camel tasted similar to the hump of the camel beast, but when he actually ate it, he found that it couldn't be compared, "Seriously, this thing doesn't taste that good." ”

The camel commander couldn't understand Blue's words, and to him, the "disgust" in the ogre's mouth was more like "unfinished".

Quis secretly gave his partner a "don't be impatient" expression, and then said to the hump man who was shrunk on the floor and trembled: "You see, the glory of the Bactrian nobility no longer exists, and you can't be a dromedary if you don't talk well." ”

Soon, the interrogation entered a smooth mode of "you ask me and I answer".