Chapter 30: The hidden purpose

If it were auction prices, the out-of-print black pearl wine could fetch twenty times more, generally fluctuating around 550 gold coins.

But auction houses take a 10% cut, and you have to pay a portion of commodity tax to the nobles, so through auction, you’d net at most 400 gold coins.

Phield was selling in bulk, and by dealing directly with a noble, no taxes were required.

The price of 500 gold coins was already extremely generous.

“Friend, can I buy that rat monster’s skull? 20 gold coins—I hope to hang this heroic trophy in my collection room.”

“Of course.” Phield put on a reluctant expression, forcibly holding back laughter. His story had clearly moved him. In reality, this crappy rat monster hadn’t lasted even three minutes against Ashina, and it held no value for him. Phield gave a thumbs up: “A noble status needs excellent collectibles to complement it. I think it still carries the divine might of the miracle.”

Making one trade run, he obtained 5020 gold coins—the harvest could be described as terrifying.

But Phield didn’t foolishly take all the gold coins with him. Instead, he paid 30 gold coins to deposit 3000 gold coins in the grand vault opened by the royal family in Maple Leaf City.

First, to show sincerity in cooperating with Maple Leaf City; second, to avoid being robbed by “bandits” right after leaving.

Phield knew full well—don’t be fooled by Simon Mapleleaf’s current generous appearance; behind the scenes, he might be aching over it and already plotting to get the money back.

Earn in Maple Leaf City, spend in Maple Leaf City—don’t even think about taking it home.

“Baron Phield, pleasure doing business with you. The maids have made the bed and prepared warm water at the right temperature—time to release a man’s nature. Of course, not those low-class maids.” As Phield expected, after spending a large sum, Simon Mapleleaf couldn’t hold back anymore.

Shaking the fat on his belly, he affectionately linked arms with Phield: “I bet you’ve never touched a high-and-mighty Divine Chosen.”

“Uh.”

Phield muttered to himself: My own Divine Chosen, I touch casually, like petting a cat—so cute.

“Ahem, indeed I haven’t. Divine Chosen are precious treasures—too few.” Phield cooperatively played along.

Simon Mapleleaf generously said: “Heh heh, Maple Leaf territory has a rare treasure. Come over—I’ll let you play with it. You’ve absolutely never seen such a wonderful treasure.”

Maple Leaf City’s rare treasure—wouldn’t that be your dancing girl who can be played with by stable hands and horses alike!

Phield’s mouth twitched. Sure enough, spending five thousand gold coins made Simon Mapleleaf eager to recoup the money.

“Ahem, next time.” Phield awkwardly wiped his cold sweat and changed the subject: “Baron Maple Leaf, does Maple Leaf City have giant wolves for sale? I need to buy a large batch of giant wolves.”

Simon Mapleleaf, while dragging Phield upstairs, answered: “Giant wolves? Those rare creatures have only appeared in nomadic countries—not easy to find.”

Phield’s physical condition was much better than Simon Mapleleaf’s. The sickly noble before him had been hollowed out by wine and women. Phield tugged a few times and broke free, stepping back a few paces and coughing twice to ease the awkwardness: “The northern province is full of corrupted plants, wriggling tentacles, and flesh chunks—horses easily get their hooves stuck. I need a batch of mounts better suited to complex terrain. Moreover, giant wolves are cool—they’ll become symbols of my bravery.”

Knowing he couldn’t keep Phield, Simon Mapleleaf could only shake the fat on his belly: “I’ll have the caravans keep an eye out for giant wolves—no one refuses gold coins.”

“Even cubs are acceptable. I guarantee to pay a price that satisfies you.”

When Simon Mapleleaf really buys them back, besides me, who else would buy in bulk? Phield thought—then I can still haggle.

Phield’s lord skill could enfeoff 50 first-tier wolf cavalry at once, but it required giant wolves. They would be a powerful aid to Phield.

Additionally, the Drakewolf’s genes must be preserved—that’s supreme wealth.

Just like the royal family’s Griffin, which originated from the founding emperor’s “Sacred Griffin.”

The treasures Divine Chosen can leave behind aren’t limited to artifacts—they include animals, technology, or magical mana, all utilizable.

“I’m going to continue developing the northern border—feels like treasures and glory are beckoning me.” Phield gave a simple farewell and turned to leave.

Shortly after Phield left, Simon Mapleleaf wore a pained expression, groaning in agony as he walked toward the guest room.

“Oh, my lovely gold coins~ tiny, pitiful, tempting gold coins. Oh god, they’ve all left me. Is there anything worse than this? Except for that time my long rod broke.”

Arriving at the guest room, Simon Mapleleaf casually pulled open the door. A figure seductive to the bone, dressed in thin gauze, with legs crossed in a graceful pose, had been waiting for quite a while.

“I thought it would be the handsome Baron Phield.” The woman said coolly. Though dressed provocatively, her eyes were exceptionally calm. “Besides, that thing of yours isn’t a long rod—it’s at most a little maggot.”

“It failed. Baron Phield isn’t into women; he prefers adventuring and depriving me of gold coins that rightfully belong to me.” Simon Mapleleaf didn’t get angry at the sarcasm but lamented instead. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let those low-class maids seduce him—he might think I have no quality goods. I should have sent you directly. Who knew we’d close a five-thousand-gold-coin deal! Damn it, the northern province actually has leftover treasures? Isn’t it all zombies and tentacles? Maybe I should send someone to assassinate him.”

“Haha, your stingy nature is acting up again. Long-term business earns more. He even deposited money to show sincerity—now’s not the time to kill, and we can’t do it in Maple Leaf City anyway.”

Simon Mapleleaf pouted like a hundred-kilogram child: “Fine, you’re right.”

“Your utilitarianism scared him off. Such a cute little boy—I really want him.” The woman licked her lips seductively, reclining on the soft cushion. She used shackles to bind her right hand, her eyes slyly glancing over as she added, “Or maybe he has unique tastes.

Nobles always have all sorts of weird fetishes—some like beautiful men, some like children, even some enjoy watching slaughter. How about this: have a servant tell him that three months from now, on the fifteenth, Maple Leaf City is hosting an underground masked ball. Make sure he attends—it’ll guarantee to satisfy all his preferences.”

“I did mention it in passing.” Simon Mapleleaf spread his hands.

The woman said matter-of-factly: “Then send a formal invitation. The Maple Leaf City ball welcomes anyone of value.”

“Fine. In fact, I don’t think he’ll live that long. Luck won’t always be on his side—the corrupted monsters in the northern province are no joke. Plenty of Divine Chosen have fallen there.”

The woman lazily swayed her slender arm.

“That would be even better. Didn’t he deposit part of the gold with us? Dead people aren’t protected by royal law—when the time comes, no proof, we can just swallow it. But this smart, sensible little boy—I’d really hate to see him die. At least let me taste him first.”

With that, the woman shackled her feet, a strange flush appearing on her face: “Inject the beastmen in the basement with frenzy potions, then bring them over. I’ve already bound myself—guarantee I won’t let my rampaging divine power crush them.”

Simon Mapleleaf wiped his cold sweat, worried: “Take it easy—don’t squeeze all the beastmen to death again. These sturdy things are hard to find now. Ever since the northern province was destroyed by the gray mist, beastman slave prices have skyrocketed. You know how much I spent buying beastmen!”

“This is the price for making me wait in vain—just a tiny little price, Simon Mapleleaf.”

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