Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"Then, what conditions do you desire, Mr. Night Song?" The King of the Yan Clan's expression turned serious as he looked at Night Song and asked very solemnly.

Night Song Laughs.

He raised a finger: "First, I can help your Yan Clan solve various economic problems; I can provide you with the cultivation resources that your Yan Clan needs, so that the gap between you and other races will not widen; and we can also help you quell the turmoil in your country and the remnants of those who support General Huo Xiao."

The King of Yan nodded: "And the price?"

Ye Ge said, "All trade with our human race will be exempt from tariffs, and human merchants will be allowed to enter your Yan clan territory without a pass. Also, 20% of your Yan clan's total monthly income will be handed over to our Ye family."

"Total revenue? 20%?!?" General Blue Flame's eyes widened: "Then won't our Flame Clan become a subordinate race of your Night Clan?"

Night Song: "What do you mean by 'being a lackey'?"

General Blue Flame: "..."

Ye Ge smiled and said, "Don't overreact. Although 20% is a lot, once you become my underlings, the Ye family will help you make money. Compared to the actual profits you make, 20% is really not much."

"..." The King of Yan pondered for a moment, then said, "And the second one?"

"Secondly," Ye Ge continued, "all the arcane manuals of fire elemental supernatural power that your Yan clan possesses must be shared with my Ye family."

The Yan Clan King's cheek twitched.

Clearly, this condition was even more unacceptable to him than the first one...

The Flame Clan is the race among all races that wields the strongest fire-based extraordinary power and arcane arts. Whether it's fire-based supernatural abilities, fire-based magic, or fire-based spirit pets, the strongest of them are almost all under the control of the Flame Clan.

Even the golden-grade skill of the Spirit Demon Clan, Demonic Spirit Fire, was actually passed down to the Spirit Demon Clan more than 5,000 years ago through a marriage alliance between the Flame Clan and the Spirit Demon Clan.

Fire arcane arts are the very foundation of the Flame Clan, and their value is immeasurable.

"Are there any other conditions?" the Yan Clan King asked, forcing himself to speak.

Ye Ge smiled and said, "The third and final condition is that your Yan Clan needs to sign an agreement with me. If the Human Empire is invaded by alien races in the future, your Yan Clan must send troops to assist, and do so with all its might."

"..."

After stating the three conditions, the King of Yan fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.

General Blue Flame and several other Flame Clan warriors looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ye Ge wasn't in a hurry and patiently waited for his reply.

"All right......"

Finally, the King of the Yan Clan spoke, gazing intently at Ye Ge: "I am willing to accept these conditions."

Ye Ge smiled slightly.

He leaned back strategically, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Bai Xueling beside him: 'How was that, Master? Was that maneuver executed well enough?'

Bai Xueling: "..."

“You will be glad you made the decision today, Your Majesty,” Nightsong said.

......

Dragon's Nest Arena.

The morgue is underground, dark, damp, and dimly lit.

"Click-clack-clack..."

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

A scruffy-bearded middle-aged man pushed the hearse to the designated room and pushed it inside.

"call......"

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it a few times with a "pop pop," and took a deep drag.

A wisp of smoke slowly escaped from his mouth.

A tall, muscular figure approached him silently.

The huge shadow enveloped the man completely.

The man froze, swallowed hard, stiffly turned around, slowly raised his head, and saw a tall, green-skinned orc with a towering build, wearing a white coat, grinning at him with a silly smile.

"You..." The uncle stared in horror, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

The orc Am covered his mouth with his hand, grinning foolishly, "Don't shout, or someone will hear you."

With his other hand he held a syringe, which he plunged into the back of the man's neck.

"thump!"

The man collapsed, unconscious.

The orc Am entered the morgue, put on white gloves, and simultaneously put on a pair of reading glasses.

They carefully lifted the white sheet covering the morgue, revealing the corpse of the orc warrior Baga underneath.

The orc Am placed his toolbox on a nearby table, opened it, and took out various tools, which he then connected to Baga's corpse with tubes.

"It's quite interesting that the cells and tissues have been damaged to this extent..."

The orc Am took out his scalpel again.

He took a small piece of flesh from Baga's body, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and threw it into his box.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Ye Ge got up early and strolled around the Myriad Races Market with Bai Xue Ling.

Bai Xueling followed behind him, yawning wearily: "Ha...woo..."

The cat ears on its head drooped listlessly, clearly indicating that it hadn't had enough sleep.

"Why did you get up so early and come to the market..." the catgirl muttered to herself, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Ye Ge walked ahead, smiling slightly: "Because sometimes I also want to have some opportunities to spend time alone with Lingling."

"..."

Bai Xueling was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed red in an instant. She glanced away, revealing a standard tsundere expression, and whispered, "Really?"

“Of course it’s true,” Ye Ge said.

In fact, he was preparing to go to the War Academy.

Today's match is in the evening, so there's nothing much going on during the day.

Ye Ge plans to seek advice from Teacher Lan Mi on some tips for breaking through the Heavenly Revelation.

He has no time to go into seclusion during the All Races Summit.

I had no choice but to figure it out myself.

As for strolling around this market of all races, it was simply a convenient stop on the way out of the city.

[Night Song: Teacher, are you at the academy? I want to come find you now.]

[Lan Mi: My little serenade finally remembered me, her teacher? (Hmph)]

[Night Song: Uh... Teacher, are you free now? Should I come to Arsen to find you?]

[Lan Mi: No need, I'm at the War Academy branch in Kyoto right now, just come over.]

[Night Song: (Stunned)]

[Night Song: Teacher, you've come to Kyoto too?]

[Lan Mi: Of course, I saw your subordinates' performance in the arena yesterday.]

[Night Song: That's great, I'll be right there.]

Night Song closed the chat panel.

"That...that..." Bai Xueling suddenly tugged at his clothes from behind.

Ye Ge stopped and turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"

“Last time, I saw the candied hawthorn you bought for Jiang Xue…” Bai Xueling pointed to a candied hawthorn stall by the roadside and moved her mouth: “I want to try some too.”