Shake's unique resume made Logo look at him with great interest.
The tyranny of Dusk Lord A'erk anbeiqi is notorious. Despite embezzling such a massive amount of money, he managed to keep his life and even become a powerful regional official.
Either there's some unspeakable relationship between Shake and the Dusk Lord.
Or it's Shake's own exceptional value.
Logo leans more towards the latter.
So what is Shake's value?
It's highly likely that it was his financial expertise; the Dusk Lord didn't kill him because he valued his talent.
In this situation, Shake has a very high chance of making a comeback in the future. After all, he is already "in the Emperor's favor," and the Dusk Lord might reinstate him at any time. The prospects for cooperating with him are much better than expected.
In a flash, countless pieces of information flashed through Logo's mind. After arranging and combining them, he quickly made a decision.
Under Shake's expectant gaze, Logo slowly nodded, "Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate!"
Upon hearing this, Shake was overjoyed, as if hearing heavenly music.
"I will send the first batch of alchemical products over in two months. However, your raw materials and other resources must be in place first," Logo said.
"Two months later? Wouldn't that be too late?" Shake hesitated. He naturally hoped that the alchemical products he coveted could arrive as soon as possible, so that he could use them to extract the last of the Zerg leaders' Ta Pound.
The Dusk Insect Race are bloodthirsty and warlike; the concept of the strong ruling the world and the survival of the fittest is deeply ingrained in them. The biggest expenses here are only two: food and weapons.
For Zerg leaders, alchemical equipment that can effectively enhance the combat power of their Zerg forces is something they are willing to pay any price for.
"Don't worry about that. I need to coordinate production. The first batch of alchemical products will definitely arrive in two months," Logo said coldly, his attitude very assertive.
If the exclusive supplier appears weak, it will only raise suspicion.
As expected, after seeing Logo's resolute attitude, Shake stopped asking questions and assured him that a large amount of raw materials would enter the Underdark through the passage in a day.
After the agreement was reached, Logo and Shake discussed the related issues for several more hours.
Finally, Shake personally led his guards to escort Logo and his party to the entrance of the passage, his attitude extremely warm, a stark contrast to the treatment Logo had received upon arrival.
Watching Logo and his group disappear into the darkness, Shake's smile faded as he pondered to himself, "Did Earl Campbell really create this alchemical product himself? Or...?"
Green Bean's eyes narrowed slowly, and Shake had some bad thoughts. But soon, with a sharp slap, the former financial officer of Dusk Desert slapped himself across the face, his fat face jiggling.
"You still haven't learned your lesson! Excessive greed will only cost you your life. You're a businessman; just earn a limited profit. Don't think about or care about anything else. Be blind and deaf!"
Shake reminded himself of the serious consequences of his previous embezzlement while serving as treasurer, which still made him shudder. He was just a hair's breadth away from being thrown into the swarm of insects and crushed to pieces.
If it weren't for the fact that the Dusk Lord still valued his abilities, Shake would have died a thousand times over given the amount he embezzled.
After this incident, Shake stopped indulging his greed, learned to restrain himself, and learned to know when to stop.
Therefore, although he was very curious about Logo, this Zerg leader, who had grown a lot, learned to restrain himself.
This also made him pull back the foot that had just stepped into the Abyss.
Back in the Underdark, Logo was in high spirits. With the trade deal with Shake secured, the Underdark would receive a steady stream of raw materials, provided everything went smoothly.
With the support of these raw materials, it won't be long before he can transform this Underdark into a super alchemy factory, continuously producing wealth and power.
"Now we just hope this Zerg leader will be sensible and not overstep his bounds, otherwise..." Logo's eyes flickered slightly. After having Gain guard the inside of the passage, he led Melier to the other side of the passage leading to the Xiya Archipelago.
Here stands a towering Mage tower, its body swirling with surging Magical Energy, its icy light illuminating all directions.
With the support of his "money power," Annabelle also began working for Logo, helping to defend this passage.
Of course, the more important reason is that the three clans are closely connected. Otherwise, Logo would not dare to entrust his life to outsiders. Money may buy Legendary bodyguards, but it cannot buy their hearts.
Family members are ultimately different.
You've come!
The door opened with a click, and Annabelle skipped and hopped out.
Logo nodded slightly, gestured to Melier to stand guard outside, and then walked into the Mage tower one after the other with Annabelle. Logo lagged slightly behind. Although he and Annabelle were now equals in status, it was always good to be humble in front of a senior and avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Annabelle didn't care about these minor details and led Logo to his laboratory.
At this moment, the Madam Poison, bound to the experimental table, had her eyes wide open, a hint of panic in them.
Anyone tied to a spellcaster's experimental table would find it difficult to remain calm, not even Legendary being.
The door opened with a click, and Annabelle and Logo walked in.
Logo scrutinized the Madam Poison on the experimental table.
The latter was completely naked at this moment, without any clothes, and was arranged in a cross shape (the Madam Poison had no legs). Her upper body, which was snow-white, tender, and curvaceous, was particularly eye-catching.
In addition, the experimental table is transparent, surrounded by projection screens that clearly display every aspect of the Madam Poison's body.
Annabelle whistled, nudged Logo with her shoulder, and winked, saying, "How about it? Pretty hot body, huh? Interested...?"
"Stop!" Logo raised his hand, rubbing his temples in exasperation. "We're here to conduct dissection experiments; you'd better get rid of those distracting thoughts."
"Tch, just kidding, don't take it so seriously!" Annabelle pried open her eyelids, stuck her tongue out at Logo, acting like a little girl.
Logo suspected this guy was imitating Pi, a man over a hundred years old who liked to act young, although in terms of Legendary age she was indeed still a child.
Of course, Logo would only keep these thoughts to himself and wouldn't dare to actually voice them. He didn't want to be frozen in ice; the little girl's anger was quite terrifying.
"Then let's begin!" Annabelle also became serious, her little face turning solemn.
With a wave of his hand, the originally gentle light in the laboratory turned cold, and pale blue light shone from all directions.
With a thought, Logo unleashed a golden-blue Fire of Birth that spread from between his brows until it covered his entire body. The flame seemed to pulsate with intelligence, radiating a spiritual Radiance.
Annabelle glanced enviously at Logo's Fire of Birth. This energy, unique to professional alchemists, offered a tremendous advantage in conducting experiments.
Unfortunately, the Fire of Birth is too domineering, devouring other energies, and can only be controlled by professional alchemists.
The two stood on either side of the lab table.
Logo raised his hand, and a laser scalpel appeared in his palm without him noticing Eye of Insight on his forehead shimmered with starlight, exceptionally dazzling and brilliant. His lower eyes also turned a deep blue, and the temperature of his gaze rapidly dropped, becoming unusually indifferent, icy cold, as if frozen, persistent and focused.
Upon seeing the cold blue light in Logo's pupils, Madam Poison felt an unprecedented fear welling up inside her, and small goosebumps involuntarily rose on her skin.
"What is he going to do?" Madam Poison wondered in fear. Logo was like a robot, devoid of emotion, cold and rational.
Not to mention Madam Poison, even Annabelle couldn't help but shudder when she saw Logo's state. She instinctively straightened up, like a child doing homework under the watchful eye of a teacher, her demeanor more serious than ever before.
"The first autopsy record begins..." Logo said emotionlessly. Annabelle quickly took out a special syringe and injected the medicine into the Madam Poison's body.
This is a drug that can improve the body's responsiveness; simply put, it can be understood as enhancing various bodily sensations, including pain.
In this situation, Logo can more clearly observe the Madam Poison's physical structure and various reactions through dissection.
Thirty seconds later, after judging that the medicine had been mostly absorbed, Logo slowly lowered the laser scalpel.
As the blade drew ever closer, Madam Poison nearly collapsed, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
The next second, the laser scalpel pierced her chest.
The pain was ten times, even dozens of times, more intense than normal, causing Madam Poison's pupils to constrict instantly.