Chương 404: A Missed Opportunity

"You don't want the Gray Gold Family to be completely ruined in your hands because of financial difficulties, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Dura's expression turned extremely ugly.

The goddess of wealth worshipped by the Grey Gold family is very famous in history books.

He was first severely wounded by a shameful conspiracy, and then his way back to the Kingdom of God was cut off.

To avoid humiliation and enslavement, in despair he chose to self-destruct his body and shatter his divine status, becoming the first mid-level god to fall in the war of gods.

It was precisely because the goddess of wealth fell outside the divine realm that His divine realm was successfully preserved and did not fall with the gods.

In order to preserve the last ripple left by the goddess in the world, and for the sake of the divine magic system attached to the divine kingdom, the Gray Gold family burned a huge amount of gold coins to maintain the stability of the divine kingdom.

Today, the kingdom of the Goddess of Wealth is increasingly dilapidated, and the gold coins needed to maintain it are increasing year by year, eventually reaching a point that the Gray Gold family can no longer accept.

The Gray Gold family declined as a result.

Therefore, when Kalil mentioned that the one-third divine resurrection array could reduce gold consumption and stabilize the divine kingdom, the negotiation was already over.

This bargaining chip hit Durra's weak spot perfectly, even running rampant and crashing into it.

But Durra cannot show weakness.

The worst situation in business negotiations is being manipulated by others without having any means of countermeasures.

She wanted to analyze from the rare and precious materials that Kalil had requested that Kalil be able to understand the reason behind Kalil's current predicament and why Kalil was willing to give up cutting-edge technology related to the gods.

Could it be related to the goddess of life?

Or is it related to the falling out of the Night Scholars Association?

I can't figure it out...

Dura could only sigh.

"Lady Kalil, you know a little too much!"

"It's precisely because I know so much that my quoted price and my attitude towards cooperation appear more sincere, isn't it?"

Kalil smiled, and the magic circle projection at her fingertips trembled slightly, as if emphasizing a certain fact.

In the end, Durra compromised.

"The materials you requested require time for our Gray Gold family to prepare. In order to prevent the collapse of our God of Wealth, our cash flow is not as abundant as you imagine."

"Yes, it's a pleasure to do business with you, Miss Durra of the Cult of Wealth."

……

After reaching an agreement, Kalil and the other two activated the transformation rings containing Roland's blood essence and disembarked from the carriage.

At that moment, the Magic Carriage arrived near the Rotating Goldfinch Tavern.

This is a commercial plaza in the downtown area, and the surrounding environment and atmosphere have become lively, with pedestrians coming and going in a bustling manner.

A significant number of people held wooden cups with lids and tasted the cloudy sweet wine through wooden straws.

At the end of the street, the Rotating Goldfinch Tavern is half-embedded in the rock wall, and the main body of the tavern protruding out is bustling with activity, with even the tables and chairs outside filled with diners.

Caryl, Sheep, and Salia looked up and, through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, could vaguely see a hot, black-haired succubus moving busily around the dining table.

Salia clicked her tongue in amazement.

"It's quite a rare sight to see succubus sisters serving as administrators in Black Iron City. I thought people here looked down on succubi."

Caryl shook her head.

"Salia, the people here still despise succubi. The succubus sister inside is able to serve as the manager because it's Dura's property. She's a follower of the goddess of wealth, not the goddess of oversight."

"By the way, sheep... you've been spacing out for a while now, what's wrong?"

As Kalil spoke, she patted the timid succubus on the other side, which immediately startled the sheep.

Sheep patted her chest, but her gaze remained fixed on the proprietress of the spinning golden sparrow, and answered hesitantly.

"Hey, I feel like that proprietress looks familiar, kind of like Miss Roland."

"Familiar? Little Laura?"

Caryl looked toward the tavern again, her gaze piercing through the glass as she observed the busy proprietress.

The tavern proprietress, with her back to the three men, wore a light blue cheongsam dress and greasy black pantyhose. She swayed her voluptuous hips as she strolled among the guests, occasionally opening a folding fan to hide her sip of wine, leaving behind a trail of alluring charm.

Kalil glanced at it a few times, then lost interest and tapped the sheep's round little horns with annoyance.

"You say everything looks like Roland, like a bootlicker."

"How could this mature and alluring succubus possibly be related to Little Loran? Loran is the kind of seemingly seductive but actually pure and shy little fox who tries to be brave."

"Besides, Roland should be managing the group in the capital right now, how could she possibly be in the Dark Underground?"

Kalil shook the spatial ring in her hand and then urged.

"Alright, enough of that nonsense. The young lady of the Gray Gold family has already paid for a batch of medicinal herbs in advance. Let's go back and treat that unreliable Goddess of the Night."

"Clearly a god, yet forced to detonate the Rift Magic Furnace by a bunch of mortals, what a disgrace! Our Goddess of Life, Kobe, was far more powerful back then..."

……

Inside Dura's "understated luxury with substance" magic carriage, the capitalist duo stared in astonishment at everything around the spinning golden sparrow.

This corner area of the commercial plaza is not on a main road, and it is backed by a huge rock wall on the left. The space is very limited, and the geographical environment is terrible.

Theoretically speaking, even if Roland could revitalize the tavern and even bring it back to its heyday during the Golden Sparrow era, it would only attract a couple hundred customers.

But now, all the shops in this corner area are brightly lit, and the sounds of tourists' laughter can be heard constantly, showing signs of becoming a commercial center.

And at the heart of this prosperity was the little tavern half-embedded in the rock face—Lola's Spinning Goldfinch.

"This... how is this possible?"

Dura opened her mouth slightly, reached out and took off the gold-rimmed monocle from her right eye, wiped it vigorously with a clean handkerchief in her palm, and then put it back on her face.

Looking out the car window again, the Sparrow Tower was still bustling with activity. Several well-dressed demon nobles even entered and found their way to the booths with practiced ease, clearly not first-time visitors.

Durra was even more horrified.

How did these things get involved with the nobles of the upper city, from the small tavern in the corner of the lower city, the peasant succubus owner, and the humble miners?

She couldn't help but look at her secretary, Sissia.

However, Cecilia's expression was even more incredulous than Durra's.

Sissia's lips moved as she turned to look at Dura. Instantly realizing something, her expression changed, seamlessly switching to a self-satisfied state, and she gave herself a thumbs-up.

"Hehehe, Miss, you see, I told you my judgment was right! The Spinning Golden Sparrow is no longer a liability for the Gray Gold Merchant Guild, but a new golden goose for the Lower City!"

"Look, can I now perfectly turn the page on my previous investment failures?"

"Wake up, Sissia."

Dura sighed and rubbed her forehead. Her secretary was perfect in every way, except that she was a bit too much of a perfectionist when it came to her resume, to the point that she would get obsessed and get stuck on details.

She angrily took off her top hat, grabbed the capitalist-scented hat, and smacked Sissia on the head.

After defeating Cecilia, Durra put her top hat back on and pointed towards the tavern door.

"I'm worried now that the succubus might actually be in the sex trade. Otherwise, how could this place be so popular that even nobles from the upper city are willing to patronize it?"

"Don't forget that we also openly worship the God of Overseers."

"Tolerating succubi to engage in the pink industry is an extremely serious mistake!"