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Chapter 208

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In the Ansorenne, human resources had always been the biggest bottleneck for the explorers.

The number of descenders was always limited, and they often took on important roles in various areas. Using good steel on the blade was the most optimal allocation of resources. However, this also exposed the fact that there weren't many "good steel" in the world.

There was no need to repeatedly explain how badly the new Game Church needed people. Even a mercenary like May Rain was sent here, which obviously explained everything.

But even if they tried to recruit locals, there was still a taboo — the population ratio.

If they unrestrainedly recruited locals, when the Ansorenne Aishi New God Church's upper echelons and core members were all Ansorenne citizens, and most of the believers were Ansorenne natives … the new Gods would lose their right to speak, and there would even be cases of them being betrayed and taken over.

That was why most churches grew relatively slowly. Even if they recruited Ansorenne citizens, there was no difference between different regions and different races, just like people from other worlds.

Right now, the Class 1 New Gods joining the Chaos Alliance were in similar situations. They had limited space to move around and didn't have many choices. However, there was a special solution to this situation.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Moroni F. … I won't tell you my real name because it's rather long. I'm a dimensional merchant, a Class 2 employee of the Soul Balance Merchant Guild. My main business is labor and soul trading. Would you be interested?"

Moroni respectfully handed over a business card with his company's name and job title printed on it. He was wearing a suit, tie, and glasses. No matter how one looked at him, he looked like an experienced salesman. However, his taboo words, red skin, and two small horns on his forehead all indicated his true identity — a small devil.

Although he wasn't considered a high-ranked devil, nor was he skilled at combat, this type of sly devil was especially skilled at trading and scamming.

This was the temporary base of the Game Church. When the new city was just completed, these soul merchants who had their hands in every nook and cranny of their own accord found out about it from some unknown source and came looking for them.

Using the Nether River's right of passage through the multiverse, they had been in the illegal immigration business for hundreds of years. Where there was demand, there would be a market. The high profits of human trafficking also represented high profits. Their business had always been very big.

Now that they had come looking for them, it could be that they wanted to set up a temporary base in the new city to continue their business. Generally speaking, even if the demons really set up shop, the owners of the populated areas would pretend not to see them.

The new store was already open for business. Not only had it successfully established a foothold, it even sent out low-level salespeople everywhere to actively promote its products. Naturally, the salespeople could tell what the New Gods wanted … This was already a mature industrial chain. It was just that most people who knew about this would consider their own needs, so they pretended not to notice.

From a certain perspective, allowing Rorschach, a high-ranking member of the Church, to meet with the devil salesman in this secret room meant that the Game Church had a desire to purchase the item.

"… Human trafficking? That's too much. "

"No, no, we're a proper business company that specializes in the labor service business. This isn't some illegal immigration business. We're just acting as an intermediary to provide your company with a list of suitable labor service personnel."

He sat down and explained to Rorschach his company's business philosophy and philosophy in a proper manner. He even took out a labor service company's business license that was guaranteed by the God of Contracts. It was completely legal and in compliance with the laws, which once again refreshed Rorschach's worldview.

According to this standard contract, this was just like the international labor service companies of old Earth. They provided cross-border training services, and even guaranteed job opportunities for illegal immigrants.

"… Illegal immigrants have to pay a fee, and there's a high chance that they'll receive food on the way. Employers have to pay a fee as well. You're making a huge profit from this. Even if I don't know much about the law, I know that illegal immigration that involves the lives of ordinary people is completely illegal."

The immaculately dressed devil smiled when he heard this.

"My lord, you can't say that. What we're doing is against the laws of that world?"

Rorschach paused in surprise for a moment, before he suddenly realized what was going on.

This kind of behavior was obviously against Aishi traditions and laws. However, this was Ansorenne, where Aishi laws didn't apply here. In fact, there wasn't even a need for such a contract (it was mostly used to fool illegal immigrants).

At this moment, Rorschach finally understood why the textbooks said that devils were natural-born lawyers and scammers.

"But don't worry. We're different from those violent devils who do whatever they want. We'll usually consider long-term and stable profits, so we'll definitely fulfill the contract on time. Not only will we guarantee the quality of the goods, we'll also provide post-production services. If there's any inferior or defective goods, we'll provide appropriate compensation … "

The devil's saliva flew everywhere as Rorschach patiently flipped through the product brochure provided by the devil. A faint silver light shot out from his eyes … and then, he unhesitatingly tossed the brochure away.

"There are 52 clauses on the first page, and they're all written in all sorts of small, dark characters. Has anyone really received your after-sales compensation before?"

Hearing this, the devil's expression instantly became strange. He was somewhat embarrassed, but more than that, there was a strange look of admiration.

"… Someone received it more than 30 years ago. Back then, there were only 370 clauses. Then, we revised it and increased it to 572 clauses. However, he still received it many times. It's said that he even caused a Devil Lord to go bankrupt and be demoted because of it. He's truly a model for our generation, a master in the study of devils. "

It seemed that there was always a taller mountain. Looking at the devil's representative's longing expression, Rorschach once again evaluated the strange values of this race.

However, there were some things that still had to be done. The Game Church was indeed lacking in manpower, so he was determined to hire illegal immigrants to make up for it.

In a sense, it was a good thing that the devils had come looking for him. After all, the devils had indeed trained illegal immigrants. Veterans who grasped the skills of their job classes were much more useful than rookies.

"I need to inspect the goods on the spot … I mean, I need to interview your labor dispatch personnel."

The Game Church unhesitatingly sent Rorschach to do business with the cunning devils. Even Rorschach had to inspect the quality of the "goods" on the spot.

"That's a reasonable request. Our cargo ship will depart every day at 3: 00 PM every day for the next few days. It's estimated that the voyage will take 16 hours. Those who come and go to inspect the goods will be free of charge, but please bring your own food and water … The food and water on the ship will be outsourced to the pilot's cousin. Not only is it super disgusting, the price is also extraordinarily high."

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