Lord of Plenty

"You really wronged me. I saved all the refugees who were sent here. As for the rest, there was really no way. I couldn't keep them. I had to sell them.

As a slave, at least you can have a bite to eat and won't starve to death. You have lived in the Marquis's mansion since you were a child, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing. Don't you know that the cruelest way to die in the world is to starve to death.

They all say that I love to eat living people's flesh. They are wrong. What I love to eat is actually dead people's flesh. If I don't eat it, I will starve to death. Now, I have a heart disease. Even if I eat until I am full, I still feel hungry. I am hungry.

Humans, when they are not hungry, they are human beings. When they are hungry, they are beasts."

Speaking of the sad part, Barragan's tears flowed down.

Several players also nodded in agreement, thinking that the bald man in front of them was not bad. Being a slave is indeed better than starving to death. This can be regarded as saving a life in disguise.

Kun said expressionlessly:

"I told you to stop acting. If you could do even a little bit of what you said, there should be a place for you, Master Barragan, in the cemetery behind the National Cathedral."

What do you mean by saving all who can be saved? I'm afraid that all who can be redeemed are redeemed, and they must have made a lot of money from it.

And the choice between being a slave or starving to death, is there no third way to choose? Not necessarily, but some people just don't want them to choose.

Barragan, who was shocked by Kun's vicious blessing, opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Old Tate scolded with a smile:

"Put away your cunning thoughts and lead the way. The young master is kindly reminding you that if a pig is too fat, it will be slaughtered for the table. If you keep playing tricks there, be careful that I, Old Tate, will slaughter you for the young master first."

"Hehe, brother Tate, I will buy you a drink when I have time. This way, this way."

Led by Barragan, several people entered a building in the talent market. Unlike the old exterior, it can be seen that some thought was put into the interior of the building.

The people waiting here are different from the slaves waiting to be bought outside. They are all people with skills, and even some professionals can be seen.

Generally speaking, professionals will never fall to the embarrassing point of selling themselves to others, but there are unexpected events, and there are still some unlucky guys.

However, professionals also have the dignity of professionals. They only sign a time-limited loyalty agreement, not a contract of selling themselves, and they have to choose the object of loyalty.

Kun has no interest in these guys. He only needs to train players in terms of force. As long as he pays out the abundance points, whether it is cutting trees or cutting six gods, players are very happy to do it for him.

He can also collect leeks when players die and raise his abundance mother tree. He is simply a perfect tool man.

"This is the catalog of the craftsman part. Please take a look."

Grabbing the talent catalog from the beautiful receptionist, Barragan handed it to Kun with a flattering face.

He knew that his vision would not be wrong. How about it? In less than a year, he returned to the capital in glory, with the saint and the Golden Family standing behind him, and he no longer had to look at anyone's face.

Barragan knew that some people were greedy by nature, and selfishness had become instinct. Even if you give him your heart and lungs, he would only dislike you for not giving him more.

There are also some people who will repay you a hundredfold if you give him a kindness.

Who is Old Tate? He is an ordinary groom and a domestic servant in the Marquis's mansion.

Just because he once risked his life to save a young master who fell off a horse, he became a servant from a horseman, and then a servant to a nobleman's steward.

A horseman and steward, haha, at that time, this became another joke for many people in the capital after the mud nobles?

But look at who dares to look down on this horseman and steward in the capital now?

Think about how Barragan has been up and down in the capital for half a lifetime, but in the eyes of those big men, he is not even as good as a horseman and steward, a fat pig that can be slaughtered and served on the table at any time, isn't it a bit ridiculous.

In the end, it's still Brother Tate who has a good eye and follows the right person.

Don't say it, this is what he admires most. Those eyes are definitely the most vicious he has ever seen in his life, no one else.

Kun, who was holding the talent catalog, flipped through two pages and threw it to old Tate on the side. Let Tate worry about this troublesome matter of selecting people.

"As long as there are people with skills, it would be best if they are craftsmen. Experienced people are preferred. Slaves and civilians are welcome. The treatment is the same as the last contract. It doesn't matter if there are more people this time. This lord can afford it."

"Yes, young master."

"By the way, let's find a manager for our store first. Responsibility comes first, loyalty comes second, and ability comes third."

Compared to the ambitious guy, Kun needs a mature and stable department store manager to help him sell the goods in Fengrao Territory.

"Are you planning to open a store in the capital? Inner city or outer city? Have you selected a place?"

"Why, do you have any recommendations?"

Barragan smiled:

"After all, I am a person who comes and goes, so I am more informed. If you want to open in the outer city, I suggest you go to Quanshui Street, where there are more merchants.

If you plan to open in the inner city, there are a few empty shops in the commercial street outside the Grand Arena recently."

Kun was a little stunned, "How many empty shops are there in the commercial street outside the Grand Arena? Which noble family fell? How come I don't know."

The Grand Arena is one of the oldest buildings in the royal capital and can be called one of the symbols of Dansu. The share of the arena is also firmly in the hands of several noble families and the royal family.

Similarly, the busiest commercial street outside the Coliseum, where money is being made every day, has also been carved up by these people. Unless one of the businesses collapses, others will not be able to squeeze in.

"You are joking. There are only a few nobles in the royal capital. If something goes wrong with any one of them, the whole Dansu will be shaken. It has already spread throughout the kingdom."

Barragan lowered his voice and said:

"It's the prodigal son of the Naji family. He and the little king from the neighboring country bet for thirteen consecutive rounds in the arena. The alchemy devil won thirteen rounds in a row.

The Nagy family couldn't raise so many gold coins at the moment, so they had no choice but to mortgage the shops next to the arena. "

"So that's it."

Naturally, the king of Artoria will not want Dansu's shop. Maybe there will be a war between the two countries tomorrow, so he will definitely dispose of it and exchange it for gold coins. Then it will be up to him who bids the higher price.

"Hahaha, if you want to buy a shop outside the Grand Arena, it won't be cheap. The competition will be very fierce by then. If you need money, I can lend you any amount, and you won't need interest for three years."

With a dignified appearance and a lion-headed civilized staff in his hand, a nobleman in his forties strode toward the crowd.

"Let me go, who is this handsome man? He seems to have a good relationship with our lord?"

Lady Xu resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Why does Lang Bai, an idiot, think he knows who this person is?

But speaking of which, his movements have become more and more feminine recently. Is it because he plays the female role twenty hours a day?

Xu Zhiyuan is really worried about this matter.

Because when Paradise updated the game last time, the function of players creating different genders of characters was fixed as a BUG!

In other words, he is BUGGGG...

So so far, he is the only ladyboy in the paradise. That's right, it's a ladyboy.

He wanted to merge with his account, but he couldn't bear to part with the resources and levels he had finally accumulated.

Last time, Lao Donkey comforted him and said that his account was considered out of print, so it would be a pity to melt it down.

It's out of print, your sister is out of print, I'm almost out of print, okay?

"Brother Barragan, don't mind if I come uninvited."

Barragan quickly stood up from the chair, first glanced at Kun with a cold face, and then said cautiously:

"How could it be possible? Your Majesty the Earl is willing to come to the shop. I think this place is really flourishing."

Earl Kalam smiled slightly and unceremoniously sat in the seat vacated by Barragan, facing Kun across the table.

"How about it? The proposal I just made is still valid. You have power and status, and I have money, lots and lots of money. If you and I cooperate, we will definitely be able to create a different world."

Kun looked at the uninvited and unwelcome guest in front of him displeasedly. Before he could settle the score with him, he came to the door first and said unceremoniously:

"If a man won't cooperate with a dog, call your master to come and talk to me."

Earl Kalam was not angry, he just smiled and shook his head, as if he was disappointed:

"You are arrogant and still young. With such hostility, you don't think I sent someone to attack the great pharmacist under you, do you?"

"I know it wasn't you. Doing this won't do any good except irritating me. I guess it was a trap set by someone who has a very bad relationship with the person behind you. He just wants me to cause trouble for you."

"Haha, you are smarter than I thought. That's good. If you care about the girl from the Fabien family, leave it to you. I can also promise not to cause trouble to the Fabien family again.

But I didn’t expect that the Viscount would be as temperamental as me at such a young age, haha. "

Are you a 'passionate person' like you?

Kun silently took out a deerskin glove from his pocket and smashed it into the opponent's face with lightning speed.

The onlookers who knew what this behavior meant were all shocked. Count Kalam even stood up from his position with a roar, avoiding the glove like a snake and scorpion, gritting his teeth and said:

"What do you mean? I have always treated you with courtesy, and you are insulting me, a higher-ranking noble?"

"You think I insulted you. What a coincidence. I think so too. Oh, and you're right. I did insult you just now. Stop talking nonsense. Come on, pick up your gloves and duel like a man. !”

Count Kalam's face turned the color of liver after being poked in a painful spot, and the lion-head civilized staff in his hand creaked. The remaining trace of reason told him that he must not touch that glove.

Although he was an intermediate knight, he dueled with an archmage who had passed the certification of the Royal Capital Mage Association at the age of fifteen...

What's the difference between this and courting death!

Don’t they all say that the youngest son of Marquis Lawrence is weak in character and least like him?

Isn't it called a duel with others if they don't agree with each other? In the royal capital, only the soldiers and ruffians of the Alan family love to do this kind of immoral thing?

Yes, one hit them with their fists, and the other hit them with magic.

But the question is who can beat it?

All are dead.