Above Destiny

Chapter 492 Payout Tomorrow
Punabantu.

The remote area in the southeast of the Endless Sea is rarely visited by people. Generally speaking, such areas are collectively referred to as deserted places.

In this life, except for the time when he was featured in the newspapers when he discovered a huge gold mine, he has never been a hot topic at all. Even his name was taken from the name of the navigator who discovered the gold mine.

A large number of foreigners and a small number of natives gathered together. In a riot more than a hundred years ago, the local natives were massacred. The foreigners occupied this area and soon they began to fight endlessly because of religious, linguistic and ethnic conflicts. Coupled with the catalyst of gold mines, they never had a few days of peace.

After the shallow gold mines were almost fully mined, large companies were unwilling to invest due to the complex local conditions, and the area soon returned to poverty, but chaos and conflicts remained.

In this world, it is difficult to live well if you are too close to the Federation, and it is even worse if you are too far away from the Federation. Life is not good after having a gold mine, and it will be even worse after losing the gold mine.

After losing the lubrication of gold, the struggle did not subside but intensified, with various large-scale conflicts emerging one after another.

Before the spiritual plague broke out a few days ago, in just one month, two presidents, four generals, and countless warlords came and went. As a result, everyone worked together, relied on their amazing wisdom, anthropomorphic forms, and even touching operations, and meticulously created the eighteen levels of hell in a small snail shell.

As a result, looking back now...

The driving force behind the scenes is probably doing this, right?

Through the spread and catalysis of the spiritual plague, the foundation was laid, and after seizing the consciousness, souls and dreams of countless people, a real hell and devil realm was created.

From beginning to end, no one cared.

Death is so frequent that even hell seems commonplace.

Ji Jue closed his eyes and tapped the table in front of him. Amid the crisp sounds, he fell into deep thought.

Now, he finally found Wen Wen's destination.

But I couldn't help having a headache.

Ruined brain... Big sister, what were you thinking? Why did you jump into the opponent's lair and fight? Even if you use your toes to think, you can know what Punabantu has become after the collapse effect. Can't you take it slow?

Or is there some reason you have to do this? You can't kill the free-range chickens you've raised for years to start a chicken-eating contest, right?
Wen Wen is a ruin after all, and a very powerful one at that.

But I’m just a craftsman, weak and pitiful, what the hell should I do?
Ji Jue sighed.

I took out my phone, opened the address book, released the name that had been kicked out for a long time from the blacklist, and sent a text message: [Enough money, come quickly]

In less than ten minutes, the message came back from the other end.

Tang Qian (Note: I got ten gold coins for nothing): [Really, godfather!]

[Really, really, we provide food, drink, medical insurance, and allowances. We will pay you tomorrow, and you will gather at the coast. You don't have to wear armor. The earlier you come, the more you get.]

[Okay godfather! See you tonight. Love you. Heart~]

Ji Jue looked at the line of sweet replies that seemed to be oozing with honey, and nodded.

Haven’t we found the cannon fodder for exploring the path?
Then, in silence, he walked with his hands behind his back on the map projected by Isis, measuring the distance with his footsteps, one step at a time.

Gradually, I felt at peace.

He took out his cell phone again and made a call.

"What's the matter?!" An impatient voice came from the other end: "I'm telling you, Ji, if you keep showing off your face when you have nothing to do, sooner or later I'll make you pay!"

"Hello? Old Fu."

"Who the hell are you calling Old F!"

Frederick of the North Wind Workshop was furious: "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm busy here!"

"Okay, then go and have fun. Just ask your teacher to come and talk to me." Ji Jue told him casually, "By the way, call the leaders of your Dragon Skeleton Fleet and those who can make decisions."

"What the hell?! Wait, wait a minute, are you serious?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a series of crashing sounds, mixed with faint cursing and roaring, and Frederick's embarrassed pleas for mercy and apology.

Soon, it became quiet, and Frederick's voice became serious: "The teacher is here, you better be okay!"

Then, a deep voice sounded, mockingly: "'Director Ji', what bad things are you looking for someone to take the blame for?
Let me make it clear first, don’t try to fool people with trivial things.”

"I won't say any more."

Ji Jue stood still on the map again, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the map below: "Do you want land?"

"..."

For a moment, there was dead silence on the other end.

"I remember that the frost season in the north is coming soon, right?" Ji Jue asked curiously, "A large piece of good land, a little barren but still livable, how about it?"

"..."

Huang Xu remained silent. After a long time, he no longer showed the original quibbling and opportunistic jokes. "Tell me more. You'd better not keep me in suspense."

"Punabantu is a large area with spring-like weather all year round. The climate is suitable and coconuts and mangoes can support people. There are ready-made plantations. What we lack is a group of hardworking people who are willing to open up the wasteland."

"Hey."

Huang Xu couldn't help but sneer, and finally realized: "You are trying to use a knife to kill me! The second time? Do you think others are stupid or do you think you are the only smart one?"

"Just tell me whether you're going to do it or not." Ji Jue was too lazy to argue: "If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else."

How could I not do it?

He really didn't want to do it. Huang Xu was absolutely unwilling to waste even a single ounce of his saliva. It was obvious that he wanted Ji Jue to show his cards.

"It's a shabby place that can't be defended even if we conquer it. It's a long way from the North. Have you calculated the distance? What's the point of having an enclave?

Besides, even if we can take it down, can the seven cities nearby allow us to take root there?"

Ji Jue was amused: "The relationship between you and Qicheng recently is almost like you are wearing the same pair of pants. And they are crotchless pants. Your things are exposed. What are you pretending for?"

Faced with the trade blockade by other city-states, the North has completely accepted all comers. These days, the seven cities have made a fortune just by acting as middlemen under disguise.

Ji Jue had never inquired about the specific transaction content of his friend, but it was definitely not simple.

Huang Xu refuted: "Cooperation is cooperation, and neighbors are neighbors. Sometimes, we can only cooperate if we can't be neighbors."

"This is your problem, not mine."

Ji Jue shook his head: "It's okay if you want to wait for a higher price, Master Craftsman. I can find someone else, but when the work is done, if you want to share the meat, the price won't be this."

"You are the one who lacks sincerity, Ji Jue." Huang Xu's voice turned cold. "In a place that is designated as a restricted area, you can't survive even if you can stand there. The North is not in such a desperate situation. Show your sincerity, or we can end it here."

"It's not a restricted area, do you have a chance?"

Ji Jue asked in return: "According to the land and sea agreement signed by all parties more than a decade ago, those who developed and cleared the restricted area enjoyed property rights and land rights for more than a few decades.

Sincerity is something everyone wants, I can give it to you first. I made something in Haizhou a few days ago, you can take a look. We'll talk about it after you've seen it. However, I don't have much time, so after today, let's just pretend that this never happened and don't mention it again. "

As he spoke, he waved his other hand and sent the video and related data of the Crown of Isis clearing the Haizhou wilderness.

On the other side, there was once again a long period of dead silence.

Even a sigh.

"As expected, it is the Art of Change..."

Fluid alchemy, the pinnacle of purification, the swan song of ancient alchemy.

Huang Xu, who had always looked down upon outside skills due to his own heritage, seemed to feel envious. It was convenient, really convenient.

Purifying mercury, a material that uses its internal spirituality to forcibly enhance its physical properties, can achieve the miraculous effect of turning decay into something magical.

This was the level before Feigong's transformation sequence raised his level.

The ultra-wide-range spiritual interference and unimaginable precision operation made the seemingly mediocre effect completely turn into a natural disaster.

At the same time, combined with solid alchemy, it is the natural enemy of all abnormal spiritual environments. The spiritual structure of the worm determines its terrifying resistance and tolerance to the external environment, and it can work normally even in a restricted area.

If there is no interference from the outside world, it would be no problem to completely clear out the abnormal magic realm covering the entire archipelago.

The same effect can be achieved by other alchemical creations, but it is definitely not as easy, simple and quick as this one.

It's as if it was created specifically for this purpose.

But... as for the price, that's up for negotiation.

After an intense bargaining, the two sides reluctantly reached a consensus, but too many things were left unresolved for later discussion.

Regardless, deal done!
Three minutes after the call was hung up, on the satellite image, a huge fleet speeding across the endless sea suddenly stopped, and then turned around.

It was as if a horn had been blown. On the steel battleship, the sails of ancient times were raised again.

On the canvas, there was an ancient totem with a dragon skeleton, glowing with fierce light and rising with blazing heat. Then, the sea was rushing and the wind was howling.

Accelerate again.

The fog appeared out of nowhere and gradually engulfed their traces.

Amid the sound of drums and trumpets, excited singing and hoarse chanting aboard the huge warships began.

Notice to the North.

——The Dragon Skeleton Fleet is heading towards the hot land again! .
Xinquan, after Ji Jue hung up the phone, he did not stop, picked up the phone again and dialed Chen Xingzhou's number.

"Now when I receive your call, I always feel a sense of fear..." The leader on the other end sighed, "Being friends with you has aged too fast. Are you going to make another big move this time?"

Ji Jue asked: "I plan to go to the Endless Sea to reclaim some land, build a few factories, and invest in local industries. Is Huangji interested?"

Chen Xingzhou was silent for a moment, then understood what he meant and sat up: "Where?"

“Punabantu.”

"hiss……"

There was a gasp: "Who else?"

"We are all old friends. The Dragon Fleet of the North has already been dispatched. We have known each other for such a long time. We can make money together. Are you interested?"

"Dirty... Yes, you have that thing. No, you didn't prepare it just for this?" Chen Xingzhou seemed to understand something and became more and more emotional. Ji Jue did not explain much and just regarded himself as an uneasy and ambitious person.

"It's possible, how much investment is needed?"

"It's a bit troublesome, but the more you invest, the more you earn." Ji Jue said, "It's up to you."

"It's a bit uncomfortable when you say that." Chen Xingzhou said helplessly: "At least give me a number? I can pay it back, right?"

Ji Jue thought for a moment and asked, "Can you shake a celestial being over here?"

"...I asked you to give me a price, not to dream!" Chen Xingzhou couldn't hold it in any longer: "How can we afford the price of the celestial being? If the celestial being comes, will there be any meat left? The soup can only be eaten by the side.

How about this, An Jia double fingers, success or failure in one sentence. "

"Row."

Ji Jue's quick and decisive answer made Chen Xingzhou feel like he had suffered a loss.

But if Punabantu can be taken over, it may not be a loss. The local port can be used after some repairs, and the follow-up can be sustainable. What's more, if Ji Jue wants to invest in the industry, he will not have to worry about sales.

"That's settled then." Chen Xingzhou didn't want to argue any more. "I'll have Lao Lin contact you later. Do you have any other requests?"

"Hurry, as soon as possible, the sooner the better, it would be best if we could leave tomorrow morning."

"You are good at being Party A..."

Chen Xingzhou sighed, didn't refuse, and hung up the phone.

Ji Jue dialed the phone again.

Next was the Homecoming Knights, who brought in a large group of 100 people. On the one hand, time was too tight and manpower was insufficient. After all, everyone had a mission. So many people came together after the accountant, Old Deng, gritted his teeth and accepted several commissions.

On the other hand, the marine environment is not suitable for bacterial flora to flourish...

Finally, Ji Jue made the last call.

Seven cities.

The phone rang once and was answered.

Without waiting for the other side's enthusiastic greetings, Ji Jue asked bluntly: "Deputy Commander Mingkele, do you want to become a regular?"

"father!!!"

From the other end came a touching call and shout, almost in a crying tone.

The tears were not a sign of rejection, but a sob when he returned to his father's arms after years of wandering. Before Minkler could react, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and stood up and slammed the table:
"There's no need to say more between father and son. Just tell me who you want to kill!"

"You don't need to do anything to anyone. You just need to pull out the navy of the Seven Cities Joint Defense and wait for the credit of expanding the territory to come to you.

only……"

Ji Jue paused for a moment and said slowly: "What is the specific situation of the conquered place and how to manage it... Qicheng shouldn't mind, right?"

"Who cares? Who the hell would care what my father says? Is it because my sword is not good enough?"

Without hesitation, Minkler responded, "Don't worry, I will make all the arrangements without hesitation!"

So, in the end, the official pretext and reasons were resolved.

The Seven Cities were outraged by the unfair treatment suffered by the Chongguang Association and even the invasion of their own territory. After learning that the mastermind behind the incident was entrenched in Punabandu, they resolutely raised an uprising again, initiated a righteous cause, restored order, and eradicated the evil.

Establish a heart for the Thousand Islands, establish a life for the Seven Cities, inherit the unique skills for Tianyuan, and bring peace to the Endless Sea... Do you have any objections? How dare you have any objections? Then go and tell the innocent victims who are covered in blood and tears! Do you have any relationship with the mastermind behind the scenes? I'm going to start a thorough investigation!

Lao Tang acts as a bodyguard, thug and scapegoat, the Dragon Skeleton Fleet is the main force, Beifeng's Huangxu provides support, Huangji dispatches high-end combat power, Hongbang's returning knights are prepared for any eventuality, and Qicheng stands up as a cover. It can be regarded as an explanation to all parties.

Everyone is gathered, we can start the group right away.

Just push forward all the way.

only……

Why do I still feel a vague sense of uneasiness in my heart?

Could it be that the non-burnable garbage that Sister Wen mentioned could be used to deal with this matter? With such a huge scale, all aspects are involved...

Ji Jue frowned and fell into deep thought in the silence.

He picked up the phone subconsciously, and when he came to his senses, it had stopped at the teacher's contact number. He pressed it subconsciously, but hung up immediately.

The teacher has recently returned to work and has not paid attention to outside affairs for a long time. Regardless of whether this matter is worth alarming the teacher, the key point is that the teacher is involved in too many things.

After so many years of keeping a low profile, why should it be broken because of my own reasons?
Then, Ji Jue only has one choice left...

Suddenly, his expression twitched, as if he was forced to eat a fly. He felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't stand it before the fly even entered his mouth.

However, the situation is beyond our control...

You have to eat when you need to.

He sighed to the sky and picked up the phone again.

Dial the association's hotline.

To be precise, it was a private call from the current chairman, Gustav.

"Hello? Director Gustav, yes, it's me. No, no, I relied on the support of the association before. This is also because of your good guidance during the exam. No problem, I will cooperate, anytime, it's just an interview, um, okay."

After some pleasantries, he hesitantly and reluctantly stated his real purpose: "Could you please remind that old... ahem, I mean, that sir, I feel that the situation behind this wave of spiritual plague is not simple. Well, yes, it's just my personal guess, thank you for bothering me..."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Jue finally let out a long, tired sigh.

Well, the old dog is almost in place.

There won't be any trouble this time, right?
Even if something goes wrong, it would be enough to get Sister Wen back intact!
Now that things have come to this, there is no need to hesitate.

Just do it and you're done!

Ji Jue rolled up his sleeves.

"Isis."

"I'm here."

"The Prosperity has docked. We are calling up Workshop No. 4 at the shipyard. The decks and cabins will be cleared. Then..."

Ji Jue hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind: "Prepare to implant the Crown of Isis. In addition, it is allowed to carry weapon modules.

Including, the Tears of Isis."

"As ordered."

The star-like projections gathered together, and the spirit of the workshop seemed to smile and raised her skirt to salute:
"My master."

(End of this chapter)