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Oberon didn't hesitate for long before speaking decisively.
"I can assure you that it is absolutely impossible for us to take it from you through war or force. After all, souls are too important to us space undead. If we can trade, then trade will be our first choice."
"As you probably know, if our consciousness continues to disappear, then our brilliant civilization will perish completely. A mechanical civilization that has lost its soul is almost on the verge of death."
"In search of souls, our most powerful King Szalak of Silence even traveled beyond the galaxy for the sake of our entire Empire of the Dead in search of a way to obtain souls."
Fearing that Zhou Qing might misunderstand and potentially start a war, Oberon quickly explained to Zhou Qing.
After he finished explaining, Zhou Qing's smile became even brighter.
"Then without a doubt, this is a good thing."
“As you said, since it’s mainly about transactions, then this is normal business dealings. You can talk to the other party about matters of the soul.”
"Here's what we'll do: if I make a deal with someone else, then 0.001% of the resources in that deal can be converted into souls for you and given to your dynasty. This reward will be your way of explaining this situation to me."
Those who have made contributions should be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes should be punished. No one here has made any mistakes, and the fact that the other party was able to come and inform him of this matter before their highest authority arrived is undoubtedly a great show of sincerity.
Since the other party has shown such sincerity and explained their attitude, it is reasonable to give them some benefits. We can give them 0.001% of the transaction volume as a reward.
Upon hearing this, Oberon's mechanical face practically blossomed into a wide smile.
The implications of 0.001% of the total transaction volume are self-evident.
The exact number of people in the Empire of the Fearful Dead who need these souls is virtually impossible to determine.
He can now receive 0.001% of this transaction volume!
Putting everything else aside, he was 100% certain that the reward from this transaction should be enough to satisfy everyone in his entire Necromancer Dynasty to obtain Soul Seeds, and there would even be a surplus to sell to others for business!
Overjoyed, Oberon repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Zhou Qing through his communicator.
"Thank you for your generosity! The Solantic Dynasty will forever remember this kindness!" Oberon's mechanical voice trembled slightly with excitement.
He could almost foresee that his dynasty would thus become a pivotal force in the undead society.
At least it won't be like it is now, just a small dynasty on the edge of the empire; it can at least become a medium-sized dynasty.
The fact that everyone possesses a soul is an immense advantage. And with such an advantage, they are bound to receive preferential treatment in terms of resources from the Tri-Holy Council.
After ending his communication with Zhou Qing, Oberon became somewhat smug.
Look at them, and then look at poor Tarahim, running around trying to earn a pittance, less than he makes from this one communication. That's what you call choice being more important than effort.
If this guy were even a little smarter, instead of running around aimlessly, he would have decisively gone to find the Three Holy Council, and that profit would have been his. It's a pity that he lost a huge watermelon for a tiny sesame seed!
Oberon's smugness was obvious to the naked eye, so when he hung up the communication with Zhou Qing, the two undead overlords under his command also laughed when they saw his expression.
They have known each other for over 6000 million years, including the time they have spent sleeping together, so they still understand what their Emperor's smile means.
Without a doubt, this meant that something good had happened and their dynasty had encountered good fortune.
The laughter gradually subsided after they had been laughing together for a while.
"Your Majesty, it seems your conversation with that human commander went very smoothly?" Commander Serafis of the Iron Monument asked tentatively.
Oberon's mechanical eyes gleamed with excitement: "Successful? It's more than just smooth sailing! His Excellency the War General has promised that 0.001% of the total soul trade volume with the Triune Council will be awarded to our dynasty as a reward!"
Upon hearing this, both overlords trembled slightly in shock. The number might sound small, but considering the vast population of the entire Empire of the Fearful Dead, it was an astonishing fortune.
"This...this is enough to restore the souls of everyone in our dynasty!" exclaimed the architect of the Netherworld, Nemontet. "There's even a large surplus to trade with!"
Oberon nodded smugly: "More importantly, our dynasty will become a bridge connecting humanity and the Council of the Three Saints. This political capital is far more valuable than any resources."
As the three were celebrating, a magnificently decorated undead ship slowly entered the dynasty's airspace. It was none other than Mesofite, the Shadow Hand's vessel.
"Prepare to receive them." Oberon straightened his robes. "Remember, show respect to the Triune Council."
Although the restoration of our dynasty is within reach, if we offend the Council of Three Saints now, everything will be as futile as a castle in the air.
When Messofite entered the royal court, Oberon led all the nobles in a respectful bow.
To their surprise, the Tristan Council member's attitude was much milder than they had imagined.
"Emperor Oberon," Messofite began, "I've heard that your dynasty has entered into a soul trade agreement with a mysterious force. The Triune Council is very interested in this."
It was an honor for Mesofite, the Shadow Hand, to personally ask the question. As the High Priest of a small necromancer dynasty, this was a great honor for him.
Oberon became even more excited, and at the same time, he was somewhat grateful to Zhou Qing. If it weren't for Zhou Qing, how could someone like him have been qualified to meet one of the Three Holy Councils?
At most, an envoy would come to deliver an imperial decree to him.
Chapter 224 An Entire Dynasty Was a Loose Piece
"Your Excellency, Shadow Hand," Oberon bowed respectfully, "your information is entirely accurate. We have indeed established a soul trade relationship with Zhou Qing, the War Marshal of the Human Empire."
A flicker of surprise crossed Messofit's mechanical eyes: "Humans? Are you sure you mean those species that just demonstrated their faster-than-light combat capabilities at the edge of the galaxy?"
"It was them." Oberon pulled up the records of his transaction with Zhou Qing. "And the level of technology they demonstrated far exceeded our previous understanding."
Messophie, the Hand of Shadows, naturally wouldn't believe one person's one-sided story. He first signaled to his guards to step forward and use detection equipment to probe the souls of these patriarchs and overlords.
Messofite nodded after the Trinity had handed over their findings.
“Very good, you also have souls, which proves that your words have some credibility.”
I believe you wouldn't dare lie to the Triune Council, therefore I'm willing to trust your words. Now tell me, how did you conduct the deal?
The soul is the most important thing, so he was unwilling to delay any longer and was eager to know how to obtain the soul.
Oberon was already prepared for Messofite's question.
He reached out and handed over a data core. Inside were the prices for finished souls and single souls, prices he had quietly added 0.001% to.
Since Zhou Qing is willing to give them benefits, they naturally can't just take the benefits for free. At least they should reimburse Zhou Qing for the resources and souls they want to obtain.
Anyway, our Infinite Empire doesn't lack these resources at all, and souls are indeed a necessity for the Infinite Empire, so what's wrong with letting the other party earn a little more?
Zhou Qing's price is so cheap, isn't it normal to raise the price?!
Oberyn's mind was very simple; his act of increasing the price by 0.001% was naturally seen through by the Shadow Hand, Mesophite, at a glance.
Zhou Qing usually gives prices in whole numbers, and then Oberon adds a decimal number after that. How abstract is that?
Sofitel wasn't angry after seeing the price; instead, she nodded approvingly and patted Oberon on the head.
"That little bit of resources after the decimal point must have been added by you, right? I'm telling you, if you just want to make some money, you don't have to be so stingy, do you?"
"The Three Holy Council will naturally reward those who have made contributions, so you don't need to worry about that. Moreover, we can accept you raising the price a bit, since this price list is indeed very cheap."
"Besides, who has ever seen a resource with so many decimal places added after an integer? It's obviously not rigorous. Be better next time you work, don't be so stupid."
Mesofie, the Hand of Shadows, was pleased that the other party had only added so few resources, intending to make a small fortune.
At least this guy wasn't thinking of profiting from the national crisis, nor was he trying to deceive the Triune Council.
I just want to make a little money.
The price they offered was far, far lower than the price that that bastard Tarasin had offered.
Unlike the Tarasin clan, this little necromancer dynasty didn't double its profits.
It's like a beggar going to a billionaire to ask for food and getting 5 yuan.
What struck him as somewhat abstract was that his method of raising prices was simply outrageous; adding these resources after a decimal point was rather unreasonable.
"Ah, have I been discovered?" Oberon, now possessing a soul, was clearly much more emotional, so he opened his mouth wide, somewhat unable to believe that he had actually been discovered.
"Alright, that's fine too." Mesophile waved her hand. "At least it proves you weren't greedy. Now, take me to see that human war commander."
Mesofite didn't want to waste time on such trivial matters. What he wanted to do now was to meet with Zhou Qing, the human war commander, and sign a trade and supply agreement with him.
The Infinite Empire has so many people, yet they all lack souls.
But unexpectedly, when he said those words, Oberon was completely dumbfounded...
Oh no, he seems to have forgotten to tell the War Commander that he would need to meet with the representatives of the Three Saints Council after they arrived.
He completely forgot about his meeting with the War Commander and didn't even inform Zhou Qing.
A slightly embarrassed expression appeared on Oberon's face.
Seeing the awkward expression on the other person's face, how could Mesophie not know? This guy hadn't even greeted Zhou Qing.
He raised his metal fingers and pointed at Oberon in a fit of exasperation.
"You're utterly hopeless. If your father had even one more son, I would never have allowed you to inherit his throne as the Dharma Emperor. Now look at you, you're just a piece of trash!"
"You're driving me crazy! I told you about this beforehand, you should have told Zhan Shuai in advance so I could meet with him after I arrived. How did you handle this?"
"You idiot, you've infuriated me! No wonder you've turned a perfectly good medium-sized dynasty into a small one. How can you face your father? How can you face me?"
Sofitel was really furious!
He had some connection with Oberon; he knew Oberon's father, and the dynasty he once ruled was a medium-sized dynasty, not a small one.
The main reason was that his old acquaintance's son was incompetent and inherited the throne. He only had one son, so the dynasty gradually declined.
For some reason, this guy is obsessed with studying the warp, which has made a mess of the dynasty, although he has indeed made some achievements in the field of warp knowledge.
But he really is incapable of anything except that...
The mechanical hand that had been gently stroking Oberon had now become a finger, constantly tapping and pointing at his mechanical head.
Because he now possessed a soul, Oberon's demeanor was more vivid and lifelike. He covered his head with both hands, trying to curl up into a ball to avoid being constantly clicked by fingers.
The two remained like this for a long time, while the Holy Guards of the Three Holy Council all turned their heads away, refusing to watch what was happening.
The two overlords of the Solantic Necromancer Dynasty also turned their heads away, unable to bear watching their own patriarch being attacked.
The eldest brother is making a fool of himself now. If they are oblivious to the situation and stand here watching, writing all of this down, then they will be the ones making a fool of themselves later.
That won't do! I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything at all!
The two necromancer overlords kept muttering to themselves like two clowns.
The muttering of the two necromancer overlords beside him made Mesost's lips twitch even more.
Therefore, it's no wonder that the Necromancer Dynasty went from a medium-sized dynasty to a small one; the transition from Emperor to Overlord was quite abstract.
"Enough, you bunch of idiots! Stop this nonsense! Go and contact that war commander right now!"
Chapter 225 You mean you want to create a luxury goods soul?