novelhk Chapter 434 The Fall?
Chapter 434 The Fall?
Chapter 434 The Fall?
In the end, the slave traders succumbed to Tang Zijun's tyranny.
If he could, he swore he would never make a deal with this madman, let alone have any contact with him. No, he shouldn't even have come to the front lines of the river basin; there are hardly any normal people here.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs," and there's no going back in this world.
Under pressure from Tang Zijun, the slave trader, with a mournful face, rummaged through his bag and pulled out a new transaction contract and a quill pen, then sat down at the table and began writing with great difficulty.
Obtaining the oracle of the god of merchants by tearing up the trading contract was something slave traders had never heard of in their lives. Even the most fanatical and corrupted cult followers would not do something so unreliable.
But there was nothing he could do. From the moment he realized that the other party was not afraid of the God of Merchants' punishment at all, he understood that his way of protecting himself over the years had disappeared, and the God of Merchants' power would no longer be able to protect him.
Now, if he doesn't do as the other party says, it's questionable whether he'll even be able to leave this tavern.
This guy dares to tear up even a transaction contract witnessed by the God of Merchants, so even if he tears himself up, he probably won't be harmed at all.
Unlike the timid slave traders, Xiao Xiao was much bolder.
Perhaps it was ignorance that made her fearless, or perhaps it was the sense of security that Tang Zijun's fighting prowess gave her; she wasn't afraid of these terrifying plans at all, but rather quite interested in them.
"So you're planning to communicate with the god of merchants by burning paper money?"
"I guess so, but there are still differences," Tang Zijun said. "I've carefully recalled the feeling from just now, and it should indeed be the power of the Merchant God's rules. It's just that I don't know why, the other party doesn't seem to be able to descend here in person."
"Isn't it said that the gods are at war? Maybe the gods of commerce are having a big fight." Xiao Xiao tilted her head.
"That's a possibility, but nobody knows exactly what it will be like," Tang Zijun shook her head. "What's certain is that the fact that the other party can be in the Void Realm and still use its rules means that the God of Merchants is not dead."
In the mythology of the dream world, the gods exist in a void world, which contains the most beautiful things imaginable, a place that every dream dweller longs for.
However, compared to reality, the connection between the gods in the Void Realm and the mortal world is not as close.
The Void Realm is an extremely strange dimension. It is not a place that can be reached by climbing Mount Olympus or crossing the Rainbow Bridge. The Void Realm has almost no connection with the mortal world. Even if there is, only gods can pass through it.
"This is incredible..." Xiao Xiao exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.
This was truly an eye-opening experience for her.
I thought it was surprising enough that magical girls existed in the real world, but I never imagined there were so many bizarre and fantastical worlds outside of reality.
A wasteland world ruled by mechanical gods, and a Western fantasy world in the midst of a war of gods—both seem far more dangerous than the real world. After all, even though the real world is threatened by evil forces, it is at least not on the verge of extinction.
Xiao Xiao has already made up her mind that she will definitely record her experiences during this period after she returns home, as it may become an important reference for future historians.
Thinking of this, she thought of Xiao Yue again. She wondered if her second brother had woken up yet. If he woke up and found that she was missing, he would definitely be very anxious.
Xiao Xiao's worries were unknown to the others; at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the slave trader who was writing furiously.
Having written the last word, the slave trader sighed, turned to Tang Zijun who was staring intently at him, and nervously asked, "Is...is this alright?"
Tang Zijun quickly glanced at it. The main body of the transaction contract had not changed much; it was still about trading goods for goods. Since the purpose was to break the contract, he wrote it more freely and in more detail.
"Okay, let's continue," Tang Zijun nodded.
Upon hearing Tang Zijun's words, the slave trader looked distressed but helpless. He slowly stretched out his hands and gently lifted the transaction contract.
"God of Merchants, I, your humble follower, offer you the highest respect. In your all-seeing eyes, the scales of every transaction are reflected. I pray here for your blessing, and ask you to witness our transaction take effect."
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The tavern fell silent again.
The slave trader remained in the same position, seemingly waiting for something, but as time passed, his body began to tremble slightly.
Slightly gritting his teeth, the slave trader spoke again. "Great God of Trade, your humble follower begs for your blessing; please witness this transaction take effect!"
His trembling voice echoed outwards, then gradually faded away.
The merchants in the corner looked at each other with complicated expressions, while Tang Zijun frowned, her gaze shifting between light and shadow as she watched the slave traders.
In the quiet tavern, only the sound of everyone breathing could be heard.
Xiao Xiao curiously approached Gloriam and whispered, "What are they waiting for?"
"Waiting... for the blessing and witness of the God of Merchants..." Gloriand felt a strange unease, and she murmured softly. "Trade contracts are usually written by believers, and then another copy is revealed by the divine power of the God of Merchants."
"Normally, the divine power of the god of commerce should decrease after the worshippers finish praying, but..."
Grilando didn't finish her sentence, but she believed Xiao Xiao understood what she meant. Not far ahead, the slave trader was trembling even more violently.
Why?
Why didn't the God of Merchants answer my prayer?
The slave trader's breathing quickened; a terrible thought crossed his mind.
"Have I been abandoned by the gods?"
Tang Zijun's expression shifted, sensing that things were spiraling out of control. He turned to the other merchants. "You, go and write up a few transaction contracts now, quickly!"
"Sir, this has nothing to do with us!"
Upon hearing this, the merchants sobered up instantly and knelt on the ground, weeping and pleading.
"It's this guy who offended you, sir. It has nothing to do with us. We just came with him."
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"...I didn't intend to harm you." Tang Zijun was somewhat speechless, then stood up and said, "You don't need to sign a contract with me. You can trade with each other, using what you already have. It's just moving things from one hand to the other, so you won't lose out. Hurry up!"
"This, this is blasphemy..." a merchant couldn't help but exclaim.
"What I just did was blasphemous. You were just having a normal transaction. Hurry up and do it, or I'll have to say it a third time."
Upon hearing this, the merchants stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Finally, noticing Grelando's drawn sword, they reluctantly began their actions.
At a table, the merchants wrote down their contracts while cursing the slave traders in their hearts and vowing never to have anything to do with them again.
Behind Tang Zijun, Gloriand frowned and whispered, "My lady, you're having them do this because you've got something on your mind, aren't you?"
Tang Zijun let out a soft sigh. "I do have some guesses, but I sincerely hope they are wrong."
The results of the experiment came out quickly.
None of the merchants present received the witness of the God of Merchants; the golden light that used to shine on their faces could no longer be seen.
Upon discovering this, the merchants immediately burst into tears.
The trading contracts with the God of Merchants are the foundation of their survival in this chaotic world. Apart from the deformed monsters in the wild, what merchants fear most is being double-crossed. If they lose the protection of the God of Merchants, they cannot imagine what they will encounter.
"How could this be?" Grelando was also surprised.
If the God of Merchants abandoned his followers simply because of Tang Zijun's blasphemy, then it should only have affected the slave traders and Tang Zijun, and it would be impossible for anyone else to be implicated.
It should be noted that these merchants were merely acquaintances of the slave traders; they were not actually involved in the transactions themselves, and most of them were not even involved in the slave trade.
Tang Zijun watched this scene with a gloomy expression, then turned to look at Gloriand. "Go to the front lines of the river basin tomorrow and try signing a trade contract with any merchant you find."
Gloria was clever; she immediately understood after hearing Tang Zijun's words. "My lady, you mean..."
"I am afraid..."
Tang Zijun narrowed her eyes.
"...From now on, the God of Merchants will no longer witness any transactions."
Although she already had a guess in her heart, Grelando was still somewhat surprised when she heard Tang Zijun's words. She stared blankly at Tang Zijun, and an unbelievable idea popped into her head.
Has the god of commerce fallen?
The night was dark and oppressive, and the crumbling city walls were covered with the blood of monsters.
Beneath the shadowy curtain of the city walls, several rats scurried about in the darkness, making a sickening squeaking sound, before disappearing into the cracks in the city bricks.
In the darkness, the sound of bare feet walking on the ground rang out, and then a petite girl slowly emerged from the dense forest outside the city.
She had long, light brown hair that ran down her back and covered her buttocks, and her clothes were so tattered that she looked like a beggar.
Seemingly exhausted from the long journey, she quickly pressed herself against the bricks and stones beneath the city wall as soon as she approached it, turning back to warily observe the dark forest behind her.
There seemed to be some kind of danger lurking deep in the dense forest. The girl's expression was tense, and she clenched her small fists.
After a while, the girl tentatively straightened up, but there was no sound in the dense forest, as if her vigilance was just an illusion.
After pausing for a moment, the girl licked her lips and took out a box of matches from her bosom.
With a gentle stroke, the golden flames instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness.
Looking at the seven matches left in the matchbox, the girl pursed her lips, turned around, and crept along the city wall in another direction.
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