"Mr. Bekes, do you not plan to leave that sea territory?" Hill asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Every Magical Beast has its own territory," Bekes said, somewhat annoyed. "I’m still just a little turtle. Entering the Deep Sea, I either have to take refuge with a senior member of my tribe or shrink in a small place, unable to move at all.
In the shallow sea, my territory hasn’t even reached Cortez yet!"
"What about that octopus from a while back?"
"The territories in the sea are different: the shores are mine, a bit deeper, the upper layer is mine, the lower layer is his.
He was too stupid; I thought being neighbours for many years, I could persuade him to be honest, but he insisted that I wanted it all for myself."
Hill could only smile helplessly.
"This conch shell can only communicate for half an hour at a time. I’ll keep it short.
Hill, can you think of a way to stop the Undead Tribe from harassing me?"
Hill couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that Bekes was afraid of being slaughtered by the armies of the Undead Tribe.
"Here’s what we’ll do," Hill said, thinking of a few Wenjian players, "you find them an island to serve as a territory, and then you become the resident Magical Beast of that territory.
Just make a general oath, you know how, right?"
"I do," Bekes replied, somewhat reluctantly. "Must I really do this?"
"Then, in the future, if the Undead want to kill you, the Undead in the territory will protect you.
If it’s just a trade relationship, the Undead aren’t that kind-hearted."
"Then I’ll have to think about it," Bekes said, hesitantly.
"There’s no rush for now," Hill said. "With the Demon invasion, most of them will be going over to Cortez.
You can have a few years’ time to test the Undead on your side."
"Spring Water, that bastard," Bekes suddenly said, "if the Sea God awakens, we wouldn’t have to live in such fear."
Most Demons won’t enter the water, unless the entire continent falls, and then there would be cause for concern in the sea.
Hill felt that there would only be more Demigods in the sea; it was a pity that they all stood by and watched in the past, probably none too keen on having a deity pressing down on them.
Hence, Hill had no desire to engage in that topic, and Bekes probably knew it as well.
Seeing that Hill wasn’t responding, Bekes shifted the conversation.
"As for things from the sea, is there anything you want?
You can have players contact me for a trade; just bring something infused with your mana, and I’ll sense it and take a look."
"Just don’t do it too frequently," Hill said directly. "If a pattern is detected, there might be Undead who will want to kill you."
"I won’t show up if there are many people; their Elemental waves are too strong," Bekes said. "An occasional trade should be fine."
Feeling that time was running short, Hill quickly agreed, "Let’s use the Undead who delivered this message! People from their clan can teleport directly to my territory."
"Do the Undead also have factions?" Bekes responded quickly.
"Tens of millions of them!" Hill said irritably. "It’s quite normal for them to fight.
There might be even more in the future."
"Then I really need to consider it," the voice of Bekes grew fainter.
Hill asked him urgently, aware of the limited time, "Is there anything you want?"
"Land-based, tasty things," Bekes said as fast as he could.
Watching the glow on the conch fade, Hill had to abandon the idea of asking further.
He called List over, instructing him to prepare a box full of food made from various Magical Plants and Magical Beast Meat. If matched well, such food could be effective even for Legendary Magical Beasts.
He took out a radiant Space Box and embedded an Attributeless Crystal filled with his own mana.
Watching List take the box away, Hill was filled with anticipation. Even though he had used up most of his high-level ingredients, if Bekes filled the box and returned it to him, Hill stood to make a fortune!