Chapter 631 - Value
GDK 631: Value
Han Shuo wasn’t alone on this; even Edwin and Belinda standing not far away could tell the obvious change on the six-horned tribal king’s face. They were puzzled on how those few colorful rocks in Han Shuo’s hand could make the usually emotionless six-horned tribal king so excited all so suddenly.
Han Shuo observed the glint flickering off the six-horned tribal king’s eyes in all smiles. He was rather amused by the tribal king at this moment. “So, what do you say? Is there anything of use to you?” Han Shuo asked in a teasing manner.
“It would seem!” the six-horned tribal king bluntly answered. Right after that, with great difficulty, the six-horned tribal king shifted his gaze from Han Shuo’s palm, and stared at his face for a few seconds in silence before he asked, “Those, those words you said just now, are they for real?”
“What words?” Han Shuo tried to clarify even though he already knew the answer.
“Words about compensating me!” the six-horned tribal king said as he looked at Han Shuo in a deadly earnest manner. His voice sounded somewhat pressing. His behavior at this moment seemed greatly inconsistent with how he had behaved in the past.
“Of course. Tell me, which one of these could best compensate the losses you incurred the last time?” The crystals in his hand all originated from the Void. Han Shuo could recognize some of them, but some, Han Shuo didn’t even know what function they served. However, as these crystals were acquired from the Void, they had to be items left behind by those deceased gods. Items carried around by gods were hardly ever anything mediocre; Han Shuo was certain of it.
Normally quick to respond, the six-horned tribal king became hesitant as Han Shuo spoke. There were tiny speckles that leapt about in his eyes, deeply focused on Han Shuo’s palm. He seemed to be contemplating a major problem. From his performance so far, Han Shuo was certain that there were at least a few crystals that greatly piqued the interest of the six-horned tribal king.
The two penta-horned aliens standing behind the six-horned tribal king were motionless. They seemed to have sunken into a daze with their gazes tightly fixed on Han Shuo’s palm. It appeared that they too were deeply shaken. After a long, long while, the six-horned tribal king finally came to a decision. He extended his hand, pointed at a stone the size of goose egg that sparkled with a green shimmer, and said resolutely, “Well, this one it is!”
Han Shuo stared blankly for a moment and carefully observed the greenish stone. Each and every stone in his palm had some fluctuation of energy waves within them, which Han Shuo could detect. And yet, Han Shuo had no idea as to specifically what function the misty green stone had. Han Shuo was intrigued to observe that the six-horned tribal king appeared to be very excited when he pointed at that stone.
“So, you mean to say that there won’t be a problem with my method?” Han Shuo asked.
“There’s no problem with the method, but there’s one thing that you must pay attention to – although the two Overgods are extremely protective of their subordinates, they only behave so towards those showing potential or capacity. The experts under them have the same mentality. No matter who you reach an agreement with, you must demonstrate your value within a short period of time, make them feel that you are worthy of being taken under their wing. If they consider you to be of no value, they will not look after you and you will just be dispensable cannon fodder,” the soul inside the Holy Grail paused for a short moment before warning Han Shuo, giving him a clue about how those in high in power worked.
Han Shuo nodded his head heavily after listening to him. Having taken his time to slowly digest those words, Han Shuo smiled and transmitted, “I think I understand what you mean now. On another note, we have known each other for so long but I don’t know your name yet.”
“McKinley,” the voice inside the Grail replied.
“Pleasure. I’m Han Shuo. Alright, I need some time to properly digest all this. Goodbye for now. I will look for you if I run into something.” Before McKinley could reply, Han Shuo put away the Holy Grail and spent a long time reflecting on his decision.
Just like the Cemetery of Death, neither sunlight nor moonlight could enter the underground facility. Time didn’t seem to exist down there. Han Shuo felt that he had only been in his head for a short while before Wolf and Burt Zili came to invite him away.
“His Holiness the Pope has informed the cardinals of your arrival. They are currently waiting for you in the main hall. We are here to invite and lead your Lordship over,” Wolf said as he walked. After a short pause, seeing that no one was around them, Wolf hesitated for a moment before he snitched to Han Shuo, “The eldest cardinal in the Church seems to be displeased about your arrival. He was the only other existence in the Church as powerful as the Pope. He cultivates in necromancy magic. He is advocating the cardinals to demand that you hand over the skeletal staff or else have it stripped from you, saying that your accomplishments were all dependent on the skeletal staff.”
“Oh? Interesting. Well, we’ll see about that!” Han Shuo sneered.