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Chapter 144: That is the plan [1/2]
Chapter 144: That is the plan [1/2]
"Heave ho!"
"Oy, are you done yet!"
"Hurry up!"
"Coming!"
"Bring more blood bags, we can fill about twenty more with this."
"Damn, did you hear that over seven hundred bodies were massacred here?"
"Ha! Better them than me! Besides, my money is riding on Limitless! Who gives a crap!"
"Unnie, can you feel it? This whole area has been blessed."
"Yes! This energy. It's Yvonne's, right? But you know..."
I was sitting on a stool from the Red Moons, a team of over two dozen people were combing every inch of Point A and B for loot.
"Can you explain again how Production plans to use these corpses?" I asked Cynthia, the pink-haired representative of the Red Moon Guild.
"Flesh can be used either as wall filling or as monster bait. Blood is used as an ingredient for tonics and catalysts. Bones, once crushed, can be used as an antiseptic. Zombie organs go for a few hundred souls to some crazy bastards."
"And how much would all that be worth?"
Cynthia made a pondering gesture and answered nonchalantly.
"About 9,000 souls, give or take."
That meant that after Red Moon and Overlord got their share of 2,250 souls each, I would be left with 4,500. If you subtract Phillip's fee of 90 souls. I made an additional 4410 souls. Or $88,200.
Red Moon brought 10 people, while Overlord had 9 people, which would give them 225 and 250 souls each. While that looked pitiful to me, it must be a substantial amount to those who barely earned anything.
Besides, the contract stated that only one group would be salvaging at a time. The reason they took almost half was because they were both here.
"Still, no wonder Patrick Steorra said I was crazy to leave the loot behind, it was worth more than what I made from the battle itself.
Then again, in most RPGs, you often made money by selling the corpses of your targets. Reapers were unique in that we earned from the act of killing itself.
A skybeam suddenly fell not far from our position, meaning the new defender had finally arrived.
I rose from my seat and approached Phillip.
"Phillip, I will leave this to you. As soon as I have my deployment order signed, I will move on to the next Siren."
Phillip nodded in understanding and bowed slightly as he spoke.
"Will you be hunting until the end of the night again?"
"Yes, that is the plan. Although my priority tonight are the Rank F's. If all goes well, that would be six or seven more sets of this number," I declared.
"Understood. Then I will make the appropriate preparations. Good hunting. May your fate end the darkness."
The members of the various guilds overheard our simple discussion. Cynthia and Addison quickly ran towards us.
"Hey, Limitless! You are not serious, are you? We already have our hands full with seven hundred corpses!" the dwarf shouted.
"He's right! We need time to sell them! We also need time to process them!"
Before I could answer, Phillip flashed a devilish smile as he replied.
"Mr. Addison, Ms. Cynthia. I specifically emphasized this point in our discussion, if you recall. Limitless will be paid the full estimated value of the loot, regardless of how it is processed. The loss or gain from the salvage would be borne by your guilds.
That was the deal."
"What! Was there something like that in there?" the dwarf whined.
"Wait! That was a verbal agreement, right?! I didn't find that in the fine print!" Cynthia panicked.
Phillip then pulled out a copy of the contract and put a magnifying glass on a corner of the last page. The letters were so small that they would not be legible without a special lens.
The two representatives held the contract up to their faces and carefully read the tiny text. Within seconds, their faces changed from doubt to fear to anger.
"You slimy bastard! This is cheating!"
"Phillip, this can't be right! You just scammed us!"
My clerk kept his poker face as he smugly wiped his monocle.
"If you have a problem with that. Why don't you take it up with him," the swindler pointed the representatives in my direction as he spoke.
"..."
The two then hastily retreated to their respective guilds. Their loud shouts soon echoed in the dimly lit sky.
On the side of the Red Moons.
"Everyone! Work faster!"
"But boss, how are we going to process all this?"
"We'll worry about that later! Andrew! Go back to the base and rent as many warehouses as you can! Pronto!"
"What? But why?"
"Limitless is going to his next zone! We need to be ready!"
"What are you talking about, Cynthia? We already have over three hundred bodies!"
"AH! Shut up! Our guild's finances are at stake, we need to get as much loot as possible!"
"Mou! Give me the bone saw! Everyone hurry!"
On Overlord's side.
"You bastards! Take everything and move! Forget about processing them for now!"
"Addison, these smell like your ex-girlfriend's ass! Where are you going to store all this?"
"Rent the open area of the dispatch office. You guys be ready to work yourselves to death tonight!"
"I'm already dead, you ass! Why would I want to work myself to death again?"
"Shut it Carl! We do this right, we will make a fortune."
"What the hell is going on?"
"Limitless is going to hunt six or seven more big F-rank zones like this one."
"Is he out of his fucking mind?"
"Who gives a crap! That bastard's a walking gold mine! Move, you lazy fucks!"
Hearing the ensuing chaos, I stared wordlessly at Phillip as he whistled in guilt.
"What? It worked, didn't it? As long as we get paid, that's their problem," he explained shamelessly.
"You're a greedy bastard, you know that?"
"I'd rather be a rich greedy bastard than a poor one."
"Fair enough. Then I'll go."
A few moments later I met the new defender. One of the people with him was wide-eyed for some reason. He kept staring at me the whole time I was filing the paperwork. I found his blatant staring creepy, so I called him out.