Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 30 Black Gold
Eugene Foddy's day begins in a bedroom with no end in sight, just like in a novel.

"Are you Maid No. 71 or No. 72? Forget it, serve me."

The extravagant life that wealth can create always challenges people's cognitive limits. As a local tyrant among local tyrants, he is so poor that he probably only has money left.

The slave market handles astronomical figures every day, and for someone like him, as long as he doesn't do anything too excessive, such as embezzling treasures specifically requested by some big guys, if it's just money and wealth, it's almost impossible to spend all the money he earns here.

The three-digit servants and the mansion were big enough to make the earl envious. The bathtub he used was big enough to keep fish, and the maids lined up outside were young and beautiful. He lived a luxurious life that was not at all low-key.

However, it was still in the dock area, even inside the slave market.

For a person like him, leaving Glowing City, even leaving the slave market villa in the dock area is not allowed, and his life is doomed.

Sometimes, he would question whether the one in the cage was the slave or he outside the cage was the
"Well, I'm not a prisoner, they are."

Early in the morning, after enjoying the wonderful "beast fighting" performance, he laughed happily as he watched the unlucky guys being torn into pieces by the lions.

The slave market in the dock area is no longer a simple exchange.

Maybe it was at first, but with the continuous increase in demand and desire, it has gradually changed.

A bloody feast had just taken place in a hall inside the slave market, also known as the Beast Fighting Club.

Outside the circle where the dead man and the beast were, the audiences of all kinds and levels, in the middle and back rows, waved the gambling coupons in their hands and cursed the dead man as a waste.

In the boxes on the wall and the special audience seats in the first row, the special audience wearing masks enjoyed the excitement brought by blood and death.

Those gentlemen and noble ladies who used to be well-dressed no longer spoke high-sounding moral truths as they did in the past.

They either covered their mouths with fans, revealing excited eyes, or angrily denounced the immorality of this place while staring at the place where the blood was flowing with shining eyes.

".It seems the new show is working well, but they seem to be getting a little tired of beasts tearing apart human bodies."

"Maybe we can spice things up a bit. Next time, go to the underground ruins and get some monsters? Add some stakes, bet on your favorites."

"Oh, right? Some maids are tired of it. Some are over sixteen and old. They are wearing cool clothes. Being torn apart by wild beasts will definitely excite these beasts."

There is everything here, but there is obviously no morality.

There are even laws. After all, the slave market is legal within the kingdom.

In this system, complete slaves who have lost everything are not considered human beings; they are just consumable wealth.

When abandoning morality and empathy can bring wealth and status, intelligent life will show amazing limits and resilience.

"Viscount Quinn is very fond of your new program. He has some unwanted slaves and would like to be involved."

"It's my honor." How could Eugene refuse a superior who was trying to entertain him?

"High Priest Keda, I hope you can help him keep an eye out for some new goods. The boy he got last time was good, but he was too old. It would be better if he could be a little younger."

Younger? Wasn't he already seven years old last time, this beast?

"It's my honor! Please tell him that I will get to you as soon as possible." However, Eugene responded excitedly.

"Lieutenant Wendal is asking if you need some fully-produced slaves for military purposes. Your newly established beast fighting game will likely consume a lot of resources."

"Well, isn't there any war recently?"

"The absence of war doesn't mean the absence of war slaves. Some ignorant rural areas actually dare not pay taxes. Without taxes, how can our generals support their troops?"

The chaos and corruption of a kingdom are often most directly and nakedly expressed at the bottom where sewage gathers.

Degeneration is often all-encompassing, sliding towards the abyss in all directions.

"I'm honored. I've got a new idea. Perhaps we could stage a small stage battle, with a fully armed knight facing off against these unruly people who refuse to pay their taxes, for our audience to enjoy."

Eugene Foudy never lacks "black gold" when it comes to sinful and wealth-bringing ideas.

The slave market has developed to such an extent that it has now involved countless high-level officials. His vicious little brain is probably directly related.

This brought him endless wealth and connections, but also trapped him in his own kingdom. He knew too much, too much about the beastly nature of those bigwigs beneath their high-sounding facades.

If he tried to leave his kingdom, or even prepare to retire, it would seem he might have leaked something.

The mere possibility that he had fallen into the hands of his political enemies was enough to make him disappear from the face of the earth.

He was also in a cage, but he was happy and satisfied with this golden cage.

Sometimes, he even felt that he was very similar to the gang trash outside. They all felt good when used, but when he was free, he would feel that just standing on a stage in public was an unbearable filth.

When he thought of gang members, he thought of the enthusiastic young man from yesterday.

Did he think he couldn't see through the disguise behind this excessive attentiveness? But Eugene wouldn't expose it, he enjoyed that kind of enthusiasm.

Who is not a pretender wearing a mask? Who is not a hypocrite in this dirty world?

Suddenly, he remembered the new topic in the dock area, a "noble" classical oath-bearing paladin.

"He is probably a really good person." Anyone who knows a little about the Oath Knights will understand this kindness from ancient times.

But everyone could see that his power as a degenerate species was declining. Once he really lost his power, there would be no need for tigers and leopards to take action. Those wild dogs who hated him, feared him, and perhaps even envied him would tear him apart.

When everything is dark for everyone else, you are so bright that it hurts our eyes, don't you?

"Perhaps I should prepare a place for him in the cage here. A once noble and classical paladin being torn apart by a bunch of low-class hooligans. I think many people would like to see it."

"Oh right, that little fellow from yesterday seemed to be related to the Paladin. Haha, could it be that that noble man plans to rely on such a small scoundrel to protect himself after his power fades? It's really ridiculous. Let's see if anyone places an order."

Eugene will not take the initiative unless there is interest or an order.

Based on past experience, he believed there would definitely be someone there. It could be a noblewoman looking for a taste of something new, a potential cultist practicing dirty rituals, a collector, or simply someone trying to humiliate so-called justice and morality.
"By the way, I have a date today."

The pig who dressed up like a human yesterday actually said that he had a very valuable rare item, which would be best auctioned for a high price.

He said he would bring it today for him to examine.
"Oh, what garbage from the docks? What treasures have you seen? Just some low-quality magic items and garbage."

But soon, he was slapped in the face, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Hero's blood?! How is that possible?! Is it that Paladin? No, that noble man?"

"Private transaction? Of course it has to be private, absolutely confidential."

He was seriously considering turning down a banquet with a certain nobleman and setting off immediately to complete this deal that absolutely could not wait.

"Cavendi, Syl. Forget it, let's take Syl with us."

His two bodyguards are his protectors and also his watchers in the slave market (and the people behind it).

Things like hero's blood will never be included in the auction process, and anyone who comes into contact with it may swallow it immediately.

Touching the bloody fragment the size of a little fingernail and feeling the pure vitality it contained, Eugene showed a look of joy.

In this world, power means more than just wealth and status.

If evolving into a stronger "species" also means a longer lifespan, who can refuse to live longer?

Bringing one more bodyguard means one more person to share the spoils. Even if the other party can only get a little, it will still be a pity for Eugene.

However, he didn't dare to abandon his bodyguards and leave because there were probably more people who wanted his head than the Paladin.

"Seven o'clock in the evening? Sure, tell your boss I will be there on time."

That night, he showed up at the old house in the slum on time, and the big guy who opened the door for him looked a little silly.

"Welcome, welcome." Rean, covered in illusion, happily greeted his prey.

(End of this chapter)