"Sure enough, a world this supermagical wasn't going to be so simple."
After communicating with the Ancient Sword Spirit and signing the agreement, both sides relaxed considerably. At the very least, that poor God of Guardianship was much more at ease around Lu PingAn.
Perhaps, in its eyes, Lu PingAn was a vicious ghost that could crush it and swallow it whole at any moment.
Though Lu PingAn truly could do that.
"Your Excellency requires permission to conduct business? Uh, our country has no restrictions in that regard. Most commercial activities are free."
After receiving the approval of her ancestral deity, the Queen had come in person to pay respects to this mighty Dragon Crossing the River.
She did not possess her ancestors' power and could not perceive the great deity's strength. But since her ancestors had said so, she naturally believed them—especially since the native gods she had contacted in private had all been terrified of this powerful figure lately.
"If he wanted to destroy your kingdom, it probably wouldn't take him a day. No one could stop him..."
After repeatedly asking how dangerous he was, the information she received had been more than enough to make her take him seriously.
Now, the half-kneeling Queen sincerely offered tribute and greetings to the higher god. She seemed willing to offer everything, yet what she received was an answer steeped in the stench of copper that she could not understand.
Permission to conduct business? What was that? Could it be that this lofty great god—the legendary being whose passing made gods and ghosts flee—actually needed money?
"In a sense, I am the God of Trade. I value fair exchanges. You need not worry too much about me. I have no intention of destroying your world."
Lu PingAn did not know whether