Chapter 763: Chapter 438: Falling from the Sky_1
The Silver Coin, who was crying for help, was radiating a golden glow all over his body, rapidly sprinkling some unreal ‘gold coins’ that shimmered with a golden light. The power of the coins deceived many people’s eyes.
When someone, unable to resist the temptation, bent over to pick them up, Silver Coin immediately swung a big bag in anger, sending the person flying like a hammer.
“Dare to steal my money!?” Silver Coin said vehemently. He didn’t resemble a cautious businessman at all, but rather, looked like the aggrieved farmer Ange, whose crop field had been burned.
However, they were too many enemies, including those with unyielding wills who were not at all beguiled by the power of money. Moreover, because of this, they saw Silver Coin as a threat and concentrated their firepower on him.
An Erosion Arrow shot from behind the crowd, streaking upwards before abruptly curving downwards over the crowd and hitting Silver Coin.
“Accept the erosion of death!” said a Necromancer from the opposition’s ranks, his voice full of menace as he saw his target being hit.
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The Erosion Arrow is like a form of cruel torture to the living, eating away flesh and bone. If one can’t quickly purify the death energy carried by the Erosion Arrow, their flesh will keep corroding until their death.
The Necromancer thought that at least Silver Coin would be critically injured, but he saw that Silver Coin merely swatted casually and the Erosion Arrow disappeared…disappeared?
“How is it possible? He is clearly alive, not dead! How could the Erosion Arrow not hurt him?” Disbelief spread across the Necromancer’s face as he fired more Erosion Arrows.
Silver Coin found it to be tiresome and let the arrows hit him without any resistance.
The Necromancer then unleashed an Arrow of Breath of Death.
This required attention, otherwise, he would be pierced. Silver Coin raised his massive money bag and smashed the Arrow of Breath of Death away.
Curses, Whip of Rot, Eternal Slumber, Soul Impact!
The Necromancer continuously tried various forms of necromantic magic, but most were ineffective. Losing his patience, he pushed his followers aside, faced Silver Coin directly and shouted, “Dwarf! Look into my eyes.”
Silver Coin looked over, and the Necromancer launched a Soul Impact.
However, what his Soul Impact hit was a much stronger soul, looking down on him from above.
“You…you have a soul too?” Before Necromancer had time to gather his thoughts, he was smashed by the stronger soul and instantly fell backward, blood oozing from his eyes. He died on the spot.
Soul Impact was incredibly lethal towards the living, especially when a mortal dared to challenge the soul of deity.
Silver Coin blinked, bemused. He had felt an impact on his soul, but it hadn’t caused any harm, so he quickly dismissed it.
The group fought as they retreated, all the way back to Count Feiwo’s manor. Count Feiwo, who had hurt his hip, was limping at the front.
They held their ground for a while at the entrance of the manor. When the wall was breached by the enemy, they had to retreat and fight their way back to the cemetery. Using the cemetery’s terrain, they defended themselves.
“What do we do? What do we do? We’re finished.” Count Feiwo was in a state of panic, pacing restlessly.
Silver Coin calmly replied, “Don’t worry, the Lord will come and save us.”
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He then thought to himself: If we weren’t this far away, the Lord would have descended earlier.
“Will… will he? Will the Lord come to save us?” Feiwo, not being well-acquainted with Ange, asked with trepidation.
“Yes, definitely. By the way, who is behind this attack on us?” Silver Coin inquired.
“Who else could it be? Earl Gura – the president of the Grain Business Association, the most influential person in Northern Wind City apart from the City Lord,” Count Feiwo replied.
Silver Coin blinked and asked in confusion, “You’re a count, and he’s an earl. How does he have more power?”
Count Feiwo awkwardly rubbed his hands, “I bought my count title with money. His earldom was fought for. How can I compete with that?”
This world didn’t have any royal families or the like. The city lord of each primary city was a noble, who had the qualifications to bestow titles. The nobility system was very lax.
Often, a count of one city might not be as powerful as an earl of another city. Furthermore, one could spend money to upgrade their title, making the system even more questionable.
Earl Gura controlled several grain business associations, dealing with staple commodities like grain, oil, and flour. With plenty of manpower and strong armed forces, he was incomparable to an empty-handed count like Feiwo.
“So, they are the ones who blocked the roads to create panic, inflate the grain prices, and force others to withdraw from the city lord’s election?” Silver Coin deduced.
“That seems likely. Inflating grain prices might be secondary; they are probably trying to create a desperate situation to scare off other candidates. Whoever becomes the city lord, they’ll have to face trade route disruption and inflated grain prices. People who believe they can’t handle these issues will certainly withdraw from the election.”
Feiwo came to a sudden realization and said, “No wonder a few acquaintances I had subtly suggested this to didn’t respond. They must have already known that the competitor was bald Gura.”
“Bald?” Silver Coin’s attention was immediately shifted.
“Yes, Earl Gura wears a tall hat all year round regardless of the weather because he’s bald.” Feiwo said with delighted misfortune.
The business-minded Silver Coin instantly saw an opportunity, in suppressing the impulse to secure a business deal. He thought about how he could promote Goddess of Beauty as a provider of hair growth solutions.
Suppressing his sudden impulse, Silver Coin continued, “How many men does Earl Gura have? Are there any strong ones?”
“Yes, he has at least two Level 8 Magicians, three High-level Sword Fighters, and a Potion Wizard.”
Silver Coin waited for a while, realizing that Feiwo stopped: “That’s it? That’s all? Aren’t there any Sword Saints or Arcane Magicians?”
“Of course not. If he could subdue those kinds of strong persons, would he stay in Northern Wind City? He would have gone to the Plains of Rest to work for the Undead Empire long ago,” Feiwo scoffed.
The Plains of Rest?
After conversing for a little while, there was a commotion outside the mausoleum. It seemed that the enemy was making preparations.
Silver Coin peeked outside to see a Mage handing red potions to the enemy’s swordsmen.
Joining to see, Count Feiwo immediately paled, “We’re doomed, we’re doomed. Gura’s Potion Wizard has just arrived. We’re doomed.”
“Even if the Potion Wizard has come, what is there to fear? A Pharmacist doesn’t have much combat power,” Silver Coin said, failing to understand.
“The Pharmacist has no combat power, but he has potions! They are distributing the Blood-consuming Potion. Lord Silver Coin, when will Lord Ange arrive?” Count Feiwo asked urgently.
“Soon, soon…he should be arriving soon,” Silver Coin answered, but his heart wasn’t as confident. It was certain that Ange would come, but seeing the enemies distribute the Blood-consuming Potions, he wondered whether they could hold on until Ange arrived?
Feiwo raised his concerns, “The city gates must have been occupied by them. I’m afraid that even if Lord Ange arrives, he won’t be able to enter.”
Just as Feiwo finished speaking, a flapping sound came from the sky. The Little Yellow Dragon, with bubbles coming out from its nostrils, drooling with a long tongue hanging out, descended from the sky with Ange on its back.