Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1387 - 173 Kenseth

"That was about thirty years ago, before then, most Undead produced their own necessities of life, building their own houses, making their own furniture. But as you know, the Undead don’t need much to live on, and these needs are easily met. As the variety of crops grew and produce became more abundant, everyone’s lives gradually improved. At that time, if we continued to toil like before, it would cause great waste, so signs of idleness began to appear among us." Shiela climbed the stone staircase, holding an oil lamp fueled by black potato oil to illuminate the way for her guests, casting long shadows on the dim staircase: "This wasn’t a good trend, but it’s a necessary phase in the development of a race, and Undead would gradually learn to trade with one another, thereby generating a desire for a better life."

"Hmm, that’s true." Catherine and Freya exchanged a glance, both girls who had studied the basics of economics in their noble courses knew that Shiela was right—a path all worlds must traverse. Yet the girls were curious, had such knowledge truly been known by beings in the First Epoch?

"Strange, isn’t it, how well I understand this?" Shiela’s shadow flickered as she quickly resolved the girls’ confusion: "In fact, in our lifetime, most of the upper class focused only on individual strength and related knowledge, looking down on what you call ’economics.’ Saen and I were no different when we were alive. Moreover, when we were resurrected, we had forgotten all these things, so we had no idea about this knowledge—it was all explained to us by Kenseth. That guy kept talking about these things, tirelessly, ingraining his theory in everyone’s subconscious. According to his theory, it was a process that should take hundreds to thousands of years, but he said he didn’t want to wait that long, finding such waiting utterly boring and a disgrace. So, disregarding everyone’s pleas, he left the capital with a few Undead who chose to follow him. Despite having what you’d call Gold Rank and rather weak power, and his theories being quite annoying, many liked him and tried to persuade him to stay when he left, including Saen and the King. But he was resolute, rejecting all entreaties and leaving without hesitation. Since then, the Undead had gradually changed, learning little by little to trade, specialized professions emerged, and so did division and cooperation."

"And then, currency appeared, right?" Catherine pondered, her beautiful brows moving under the flickering lamp light, sometimes furrowing, sometimes smoothing out: "It seems he really was not as simple as he seemed when we met."

"Ha, you’re right, and then currency appeared. A few years ago, Kenseth returned once, and spoke with Saen at length," Shiela pointed at the silent, towering skeleton beside her: "Saen, it’s been a while, hasn’t it."

"Rattle rattle."

"Heh, I told you. They talked day and night, nonstop. By the end, Saen probably forgot who he was." Shiela giggled for a while before continuing: "After their secret talks, they went to see the King together, and then the King imbued stone slabs with special Energy of Death to create special currency."

"That Energy of Death must be useful to you too," Pannis interrupted Shiela’s reminiscence, stroking his chin: "Otherwise, the introduction of this currency wouldn’t have been so easy."

"It was never easy, because the amount was small, and its value was high." Shiela smiled mysteriously, shaking her head: "The more specific details, I don’t know. Heh, only the King and Kenseth or Saen the fool would know."

"Rattle rattle."

"Hehe, Saen says he doesn’t know, since he didn’t understand a word Kenseth said at the end, leaving in complete confusion." Shiela covered her mouth giggling: "It seems that aside from Kenseth, there are few who can comprehend these things."

"Indeed, no one is a fool," Pannis said with a chin pinch, speaking almost gleefully, "Catherine, I now wonder, with Snape’s abilities, can he truly be an equal opponent to this Mr. Kenseth?" freёnovelkiss.com

"That’s a question no one can answer, but if we’re talking about cooperation, Grandpa Snape for sure," Catherine said with a furrowed brow, clearly conflicted, "It seems I need to suggest that Grandpa Snape carefully consider his future plans."

"How rare, big sister," said the buxom and beautiful princess with a tender smile on her face, yet the teasing intent behind her smile could hardly be concealed, "Marquis Snape is almost invincible in our era’s commercial field, yet big sister, you actually worry about him."

"It’s not worry, just advising him to be cautious," Catherine shook her head, insisting with her words, but her heart had clearly wavered as Freya said and eventually, she sighed, "I never expected it, but the Undead we met by chance had such an interesting past. I’m starting to wonder, was our encounter the other day really by chance? Hehe, what I’m most curious about now is the identity of this Mr. Kenseth before his death. With his level of knowledge, he couldn’t have been just an ordinary businessman."

"You really are too smart," the voice that came from Lina sounded distinctly sharp, and the priestess girl looked down at the people around her with an arrogant demeanor, saying disdainfully, "No wonder you can only serve as food for this queen."

"It’s Isabella," Catherine didn’t get angry but instead patted Lina’s head and said softly, "Long time no see, it sounds like you know this Kenseth?"

"Oh, long time no see," the girl known as Isabella closed her eyes in enjoyment, then a few seconds later reacted, stepping back and covering her head, angrily exclaiming with wide eyes, "Don’t treat this queen like a child, you food!"

"Alright, alright, you’re not a child," Catherine said as if coaxing a child, "So do you really know who he is? Tell us like an adult."

"Of course I know, in my memory, Kenseth was a very famous guy," Isabella said, "Back then he took his talent in the commercial field to the extreme. With Gold Rank strength, he nearly reached the point of igniting Divine Fire and becoming a Deity with dominion over commercial power. Had it not been the War of Faith period, with malevolent Deities interfering, he might have indeed succeeded in ascending. Unfortunately, due to the schemes of certain Deities, his effort to ascend failed, he died on the spot, and his existence was gradually faded and eventually forgotten by the world."

"No wonder, his Gold Rank strength was resurrected so early," Shiela suddenly stopped in her tracks, "Alright, these are the rooms."