Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

"Marriage? Who wants to get married?!"

Lu Baoyou was taken aback, then suddenly peeked out from behind Zhao Kongcheng and asked. The words had barely left his mouth when he seemed to realize something, and his expression subtly darkened.

Tian Ling stuffed a handful of snacks into her mouth, suppressing a laugh as she said:

"Of course it's you bastards... Xiao Nan and I had heard before that someone took the initiative to 'find a husband' and succeeded, and they all want to 'marry' the Queen. We were wondering who these capable people were, but when we came over, it turned out to be you guys! I laughed so hard, all eight of you are going to 'marry' the Queen? By the way, there are only seven days in a week, how are you planning to distribute your nights with the Queen, taking turns to rest?"

Zhao Kongcheng panicked instantly and struggled to say:

"What marriage contest? What marriage to the Queen? We didn't participate in any marriage contest at all. They must have made a mistake!"

"Yes."

The woman in black veil beside Zhao Kongcheng spoke softly:

"It was the eight of you who personally participated in the marriage selection and passed the test of the Dionysian Jar. This proves that your masculine charm and fertility are both excellent enough to qualify you as candidates for the Queen's harem."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"And the 'Wall of Marriage' that we set up together just now, you forcibly broke through with your physical strength, which means you have passed the second test and proved that your physical strength also meets the standard. So from now on, you are the Queen's male servants."

"No...no, wait a minute..." Lu Baoyou was completely dumbfounded and asked in a panic, "So we're going into the Sand Castle now to...marry your queen?!"

The woman in black gauze glanced at him and calmly shook her head:

“Our clan does not concern itself with such formalities. You do not need to go through the wedding ceremony; once inside, you can directly consummate your marriage with the Queen.”

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"A...a bridal chamber?!" Fang Mo exclaimed in shock, as if she had heard something terrifying. "But there are eight of us!"

The woman in black veil looked slightly strange, but calmly replied:

"It's okay, it'll be quick."

"..."

This isn't a matter of speed at all—it's a complete distortion of humanity and a moral decay! The boys stood there dumbfounded, then turned to look at Zhao Kongcheng in unison, their faces filled with blankness and questioning:

Uncle Zhao, what's going on? Is this the plan you mentioned? The plan is to marry us all off to him?

Zhao Kongcheng stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, still unable to believe it: "No... they told me that to get into Sandcastle, you need a pass, and dancing with the wine jug is a shortcut..."

Si Xiaonan, who was standing to the side, thought for a moment and immediately understood.

"Old Zhao," she asked, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Did you ask how to get into the Holy Castle?"

"Saint Castle? What's that?" Zhao Kongcheng's eyes widened. "Isn't it called Sand Castle?"

Si Xiaonan sighed and explained:

“Sandcastle is this big city. It’s easy to get in. Just donate some supplies. Tian Ling and I donated two 1.25-liter bottles of mineral water and half a case of noodles to get in.”

She paused, then looked at Zhao Kongcheng.

"But St. Castle refers to the Queen's bedroom. They practice a matriarchal society here. If you want to enter the Queen's bedroom, there is only one way: to become her husband."

"And if you want to become the Queen's husband, you must first pass the test of the Dionysus Jar, which is also known as the 'marriage proposal.' It is said that the test has been there for a whole year, and no one has passed it yet. Congratulations to you!"

boom--

"what!"

I actually got married!

Zhao Kongcheng stumbled, his mind a complete blank. He never imagined that simply asking someone for information would lead to such a huge blunder.

"What do we do? What are we going to do now?!"

"Everyone, please think of something! I don't want to have a wedding night!" Lu Baoyou said anxiously.

"Why don't we just run? They can't possibly catch us all. Whoever gets caught is just unlucky," suggested Fang Mo, the fastest runner.

"Uncle Zhao, didn't you say you were both wise and brave? I feel like... you're a bit of a liar."

Feeling the scorching gazes from behind that seemed to burn him to the bone, Zhao Kongcheng was utterly ashamed and wished he could commit seppuku on the spot. But then he thought, better to live a wretched life than die—since things have come to this...

Suddenly, it felt as if an electric current had struck his brain:

...If Su Yan were in this situation, what would he do?

He would first try to extricate himself from the situation and minimize the losses, and then—pursue the maximization of profits!

Old Zhao seemed to have suddenly understood. He slowly raised his hand, a sharp glint in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone calm down! Where is your elite warrior spirit, this one in a million? Your first reaction to any problem is to complain and blame. Have you forgotten we're a team? Now, all of you, be quiet. I'm going to negotiate with them and I guarantee I'll give you a satisfactory explanation!"

The imposing aura he exuded on the battlefield instantly stunned everyone. The seven boys immediately shut their mouths, not daring to utter another sound, and the one who had questioned him earlier lowered his eyes guiltily.

Zhao Kongcheng swept his brows across the crowd, gave a cold snort, and turned to the woman in black veil who was leading them, inviting her to step aside. After a moment's hesitation, he lowered his voice and spoke:

"Young lady, to be honest... I'm actually already married, and my child is old enough to run errands."

The woman was taken aback, a flash of anger crossing her eyes: "What did you say?"

Zhao Kongcheng quickly continued, "But the seven of them don't! Not only do they not, but they are all virgins, full of energy. Your queen will definitely like them. There are seven of them, so they can take turns every week, which will save them from fighting."

He paused, then leaned closer, his tone sincere.

"Besides, as you can see, I'm their leader. If I were to marry into the family, they would be afraid of me and would have to be extremely careful and deferential when serving the Queen, which would spoil her enjoyment. So... how about I, this old geezer, just give up?"

The woman glanced at the seven nervous-looking boys in the distance, frowned, whispered a few words to her companions, and finally nodded slightly.

Ha, perfect!

Zhao Kongcheng was secretly delighted. Sure enough, as long as you grasp what the other party cares about, nothing is unnecessarily negotiable—doesn't this extricate him from the situation?

Next, it's time to maximize profits.

"Ahem," he coughed lightly, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Well... I didn't know this was 'getting married' before, so I didn't have time to mention some of the customs. According to our local custom, the groom has to provide a dowry when the bride comes. Look, we're almost at the wedding night, could we... make it up now?"

"..."

........................

"children!"

A moment later, Zhao Kongcheng returned excitedly and solemnly announced to the expectant eyes of the boys:

"I've secured an 'extremely dangerous contraband' item for each of you as your dowry! Once we're inside, you'd better do your job well and perform well!"

Boys: ? ? ?

Zhao Kongcheng stroked the newly acquired artifact in his pocket, feeling delighted, but he also had a vague feeling that... he seemed to be doing something that wasn't entirely legal.

"Does this count as pimping...?"