Faced with the conditions offered by the Crystal Man, the Ancient Insect's not-so-clever mind began to rack its brains.
"But... I... don't have the capital to do business."
Knowledge, however, it did have—mostly traded by the Humans to the Underground Alliance, enough to elevate it to the level of a Third-level Civilization.
If sold to weaker civilizations, they would surely want it.
Another Old Snake Man spoke up, "That's why we need to establish a foundation."
"We also have a batch of supplies, quite a decent amount when combined."
"Fair trade could net around 5,000 Civilization Points, and… a difficult-to-estimate amount of Spirit Essence, maybe in the hundreds of thousands, though we haven't done a tally yet. And these come from fair trade with High-level Civilizations. The Ninth Epoch certainly doesn't have this many High-level Civilizations."
The Ancient Insect's eyes widened—it couldn't believe they were this wealthy!
