Chapter 2296 – After-Sales Service
I listened and felt like this was all a bunch of bizarre things. He used to serve the colonists, but now he’s gone to fool the native tribes. He’s really good at stirring up trouble.
“Heh, I told you so. Germs and plagues are destructive species. Yet the Saintess wants to use them to increase yield. This is nothing but wishful thinking, which will sooner or later lead to disaster. This is the true nature of germs,” the Plague Master said sarcastically from the side.
“It’s just making trees grow, not a great disaster. Look how smug you are. If you’re so capable, can you solve the problem of trees growing too much?” I was already in a bad mood and immediately shot back a cold glance.
“What’s so difficult about that? It’s just… but why should I help you clean up this mess?” The Plague Master suddenly reacted, but he had already let slip what he was thinking, and everyone looked at him.
“Then please, Master, I beg you. Don’t worry, as long as you can fix the flaws of the germs, I will give you remuneration according to the convention of the meeting,” the consultant said excitedly to the Plague Master.
The Plague Master was immediately put in a dilemma. If he helped, he would be fixing my flaws and correcting my mistakes. If he didn’t help, it would mean disregarding the friendship between fellow believers and being unwilling to help the consultant, especially when everyone knew he was capable of doing it and was watching him.
In the end, he impulsively said, “The Saintess is so capable, and the yield-enhancing germs were developed by her. You should ask her.”
The consultant’s expression changed slightly. The other Glutton believers also looked displeased at the Plague Master. The establishment of this meeting was for unity and mutual assistance.
But the Plague Master, out of pride, refused the consultant’s request in front of everyone, even though he had no conflict with the consultant. Furthermore, it was a simple task for him. The Pope’s expression was somewhat displeased.
I can only say that the Plague Master’s perspective is too narrow. If he had helped improve this flaw, it would have been him fixing my mistakes, which would have boosted his reputation by diminishing mine.
But he actually refused. Does this guy really think I can’t fix such a minor problem? Is he suffering from amnesia? Did he forget that I even taught them the technology of reverse translation? I still have a ton of knowledge stored in my brain.
“Alright, I understand. It seems the Plague Master is unwilling to help. I’ll modify it myself,” I said, shaking my head, and deliberately emphasized that he was the one unwilling to help.
“Does the Saintess have a solution?” The consultant’s eyes lit up again. He was like a user who couldn’t figure it out himself and was waiting for a big player to provide resources.
“It’s just about stopping the trees from growing wildly. The principle is actually very simple. If trees use nutrients to grow more flowers and fruits, they naturally won’t sprout excessively. Conversely, if trees grow wildly, their yield will be limited. That’s why fruit farmers and gardeners often prune branches and leaves,” I said.
The consultant was stunned for a moment, and many of the other Glutton believers were also taken aback. They hadn’t really realized there was such a problem. Most of them were usually far removed from agricultural work and didn’t even know this common sense about growing fruit.
“What the Saintess said is correct. That’s the principle. We just need to modify the genes of the germs so that the trees’ nutrients are primarily used for flowers and fruits. The growth of branches and leaves should be less exaggerated,” said the Glutton believer who was originally a farmer and was now developing in the manor. He understood farming.
“I understand. If the Saintess can help me solve this problem and develop new yield-enhancing germs, I will definitely offer the full remuneration,” the consultant said excitedly.
“That’s not necessary. It was my fault that the germs I developed had flaws. Consider this free after-sales service. However, I need to go back and experiment. I will hand over the finished product to you at the next meeting,” I said.
This demeanor was worlds apart from the Plague Master’s stinginess. My image of being happy to help fellow believers solve problems stood in stark contrast to his seeing suffering and not helping when he could.
The Plague Master’s face turned from green to white. He must have realized by now that he had made the wrong choice in a moment of impulse. Because of his narrow-mindedness and stinginess, he had further damaged his relationships and elevated the Saintess’s image.
But no one paid attention to him anymore. The topic had moved elsewhere. At this time, the Princess looked at me and asked, “Um, Saintess, how is my sister doing?”
“Vera? She’s doing very well. Since regaining her freedom, she has now begun to get used to life under the open sky and has made new friends. I believe one day she will be able to let go of past grudges and reconcile with you,” I said.
“I really want to see my sister, but I guess I can’t right now. However, I asked Father about my sister’s birthday, and it’s said to be these few days. I’ve prepared a gift. Could I trouble the Saintess to give it to my sister on my behalf?” The Princess took out a gift box with a greeting card on it.
“Of course. I will definitely give it to Vera. She will be very happy,” I said, taking the gift box. The Princess is such a good child. Vera treated her so poorly, yet she still cares so much about her sister.
“Thank you very much, Saintess,” the Princess said happily. Others also looked over with interest. They might have thought the Princess’s sister was also a Glutton believer and was now working with me, but the reality was completely different from what they imagined.
“Alright, this meeting has discussed almost everything. Let’s adjourn. Everyone should continue to pay close attention to intelligence regarding the other Seven Sin Churches and the great undertaking,” the Pope said, clapping his hands.
My vision darkened, and I returned to my room on the cargo ship. Beside me sat Older Brother Jayad with his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. In my hand was a gift box and a petri dish containing a sample of the yield-enhancing germs that the consultant had used in South America.
I ignored Older Brother Jayad and immediately shifted my consciousness to Night Bird’s head, wanting to see how the sea monster attacks were progressing. But I figured there shouldn’t be any problems, right?
However, the next scene made me dumbfounded, because what greeted me was the Unspeakable face of a Fear Fish sea monster. It seemed to have been hit by Night Bird’s hypnotic powder and was staggering back into the water.
Why was Night Bird fighting sea monsters directly? I was stunned and looked around. I was still in the shipyard, with the exploration ship next to me. But unlike before where I was just watching, the Yellow King believers on the exploration ship were fighting with all their might.
They were holding pistols and firing fiercely at the sea monsters at the entrance. Some sea monsters had already charged into the shipyard, and the screams of shipyard workers filled the air.
No, it wasn’t just the shipyard workers screaming. There were also screams from outside. I looked outside the gate and saw flames everywhere within the port. Many ships were being besieged by sea monsters, and the scene was devastated.
What, what’s going on? I went to attend a meeting and came back to find the port has fallen?
