Chapter 600: Chapter 336: Exchange Something? What?_1
The little claw pressed against the finger bone, giving it a squeeze, seeming somewhat hesitant.
Feiti stretched out his hand, feeling puzzled, and prodded the little claw. With a press, the flesh of the claw sank in; when he released it, it popped back out. It was soft and fun to play with.
After Feiti had prodded it a few times and was about to do so again, the little claw swatted his hand away.
In the end, the little claw still took the finger bone away. When it stretched out again, it threw out a small bag of elf beans.
“No…” As Feiti was about to say something, the little claw swiftly retracted.
“I don’t want this…ask the Undead God…I don’t eat…” Feiti looked at the empty statue’s hand and was very confused. He didn’t need to eat, so why would it give him elf beans? He just wanted to ask for information about the Undead God.
But the little claw had already retracted and could no longer hear him. What was he to do?
“I’ve been tricked…” Feiti raised the hand that was now missing a finger. He sighed, picked up a common finger bone from the ground and placed it on the statue’s hand.
He had been too optimistic. How could an evil god possibly fancy a common finger bone? Feiti found some rocks and added them to the statue’s hand, but there was still no reaction.
And so, a lone figure wandered across the land, placing whatever new things it found on the statue’s hand. But in this desolate world, many things were without value…
Ange filled the newly tilled farmland with crops. The soil here was fertile, surrounded by barren hills and rarely visited. Once cultivated, it could support many people.
Actually, the Master Plane had an abundance of undeveloped lands. However, due to low productivity, the effort and returns of cultivating these lands were disproportionate. The noble landlords had no interest in this. They would rather drive out and annex the lands of the peasants, because those were fertile grounds.
This place was only a few dozen kilometres away from the Black Mountain Kingdom, but to develop it, a road would be needed. How much would it cost to construct a road here?
Even once the road was built, and farmers were relocated here, if the population was too small, nothing could be accomplished. If the population was large, the investment would be enormous, easily leading to a noble’s bankruptcy.
Once the people were relocated, farmland had to be opened, houses had to be built for settlement, along with the variety of other preliminary investments; the cost would be tremendous.
How about the return? The first year would certainly be pure expenditure. There would be some income the second year, but it would definitely not cover the expenditure. Only after five, six, seven, or eight years could the income and expenditure possibly balance, and only then could taxes be collected.
However, relying solely on taxes, the payback period for such preliminary investments might stretch to several decades. Everyone knew that cultivating wasteland was a century-long endeavor, but after truly calculating the cost, who would be willing to commit to such extensive cultivation and development?
“You’re impressive. In a few days, you opened up hundreds of acres of wasteland. By using this area as a base, relocating a few dozen farmer families here, we can already harvest next year. After breaking even, we can gradually expand from this spot without needing much investment and build a town,” Negris remarked in admiration.
Ange shook his head: “No need to wait until next year.” He responded, pressing down to leave a footprint.
He was saying: they didn’t need to wait until next year to have a harvest. The farmland he opened up was planned according to the maximum range the Instant Death Halo could radiate.
In the beginning, the Instant Death Halo could only radiate over three hundred acres, but now it could cover six hundred acres, so he opened up farmland with six hundred acres in mind each time.
With Fang Mu in the Infinite Tower, it was equivalent to having six or more Grandmaster Creators.
It could fulfill all the Creator resource gaps of a faction, and have a substantial surplus.
In addition to Fang Mu, the faction boasted a Master Creator and Jiang Weng, the Forging Spirit Grandmaster.
The Forging Spirit Grandmaster could forge spiritual instruments for the Infinite Tower continuously, even capable of creating Ghost Devices.
The Infinite Tower possessed high-end resources that were unmatched by other factions, and as an Earth Evil Spirit, Liu Xi could elevate the prestige of the Infinite Tower.
This allowed the newly established Infinite Tower to bear the semblance of top-tier factions!
This was the first time Qin Shao, Shui Miao and Shu Liangjun heard Fang Mu mention the Infinite Tower.
They were aware of Fang Mu’s identity as a disciple of Qixing.
A disciple of a Grandmaster Creator represents the dignity of the Grandmaster Creator with his every action.
Therefore, Fang Mu could not possibly make up the affiliation of his faction at will.
It indicates that it’s true that Fang Mu claims to be from the Infinite Tower!
However, it’s unknown whether Qixing joined this faction or built it!
Shu Liangjun had mostly been focusing on how to extend his lifespan over the past few decades, thus not giving much thought to other matters.
Turning green at the swift realization, an outraged Sava exclaimed, “Kvada! Who’s cursing me!? This is a Sleeping Beauty…” She collapsed to the floor before she could finish her sentence and began snoring soundly.
Hearing the commotion, Vania poked her head in. With an ‘as usual’ look on her face, she walked in, extended a hand, and checked for breathing.
“Mm, there’s breathing. Throw her on the bed. If there’s no breathing, find Lisa.” Muttering, Vania stripped Sava bare and threw her onto the bed.