Chapter 78

"A slave... actually reached the Crescent Rank!"

"This is impossible, impossible, I actually lost the bet again!"

"Hagek Kesi... is this guy really of slave origin?"

People in the spectator stands had different expressions; some were shocked, some cried on the spot, and others even fainted directly.

The Crescent Rank can be called a powerhouse even if you look at the entire continent.

The three human kingdoms even have an unspoken rule that everyone acknowledges—Transcendent Rankers at or above the Crescent Rank can be directly enfeoffed as honorary barons if they are willing to join the kingdom.

A rank that countless nobles spend their whole lives hoping for but cannot reach, a slave actually attained at the age of twenty-one without any resources; it is no wonder their reactions were so great.

"Hagek Kesi!"

Looking at the giant standing on the lion's corpse, with golden aura soaring to the sky like a god descending to earth, I don't know who shouted first.

"Hagek Kesi!"

"Hagek Kesi!"

More and more people joined in, and finally, the name of a slave echoed over the entire arena.

"This guy is quite capable."

In the stands, Lord Saimen leaned on the railing and said with a strange expression.

He had thought he was going to bleed heavily this time, but now it seemed he had made a huge profit instead.

Not only that, the spectators who lost money had seen such a wonderful duel that even if they were bankrupted, they had to be convinced.

This not only preserved the reputation of the Langbao Arena but also held the promise of developing it into the most famous arena on the entire continent in one fell swoop.

"Lord Saimen, this slave of yours is indeed well-trained; can you sell him to me? I can offer one Gold Dragon or three thousand slaves."

At this time, Lord Mo Wen, the Master of the North, walked over holding a wine glass, looking at the giant standing tall below, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

People who grew up in the harsh and cold climate of the North do not dislike warriors.

A Gold Dragon is the highest-value currency in the Wang Guoli, usually limited to use by great nobles; one Gold Dragon equals one hundred Gold Soles and four thousand Silver Soles.

"Hehe, I watched this child grow up, and after raising him for many years, I have developed feelings for him; I really cannot bear to part with him."

Lord Saimen was apologetic on the surface, but he was sneering in his heart.

Transcendent status blessing plus Crescent Rank, and you want to pick up a bargain with one Gold Dragon? Dream on!

As for those three thousand slaves, they were just like the slaves sold to him before, captured directly from the Northern Region commoners; they were all the lowest-class slaves, and even more of them wouldn't be worth one of Hagek Kesi's toenails!

"That is truly a pity," Mo Wen said with a regretful expression.

Such a mighty and tall slave, if used for breeding, might be able to raise an army of giants.

In the luxurious hall paved with deep red velvet carpets.

At a long table, Lord Saimen sat together with Hagek Kesi, who had returned to his normal size, and Uncle Xinpu stood respectfully behind Saimen.

"Come, have some tea." Saimen kindly poured a cup of steaming black tea for Hagek Kesi.

"This is the top-grade black tea Twilight, which can only be produced in the Southern Region; it is extremely expensive, you must savor it carefully."

Before Saimen finished speaking, he saw Hagek Kesi drink it all in one gulp, not even minding the heat, like a bull.

Saimen: "..."

A guy who doesn't know how to appreciate!

Saimen cursed inwardly, but soon realized he was being stupid to expect a slave to have taste.

"Hagek Kesi, you did very well this time; not only did you maintain the reputation of the arena, but you also made me a huge profit, so I have decided to reward you." Saimen clapped his hands.

Immediately, two beautiful female slaves with light gauze clothing, revealing large patches of spring scenery and good figures, brought a small box and placed it in front of Hagek Kesi.

Click.

After the box was opened, it was full of silver-bright coins, and there were even a few Gold Soles mixed in.

"How about it? This money is all for you."

"Not only that, even these two virgin slaves will be yours." A hint of an ambiguous smile appeared on Saimen's handsome face, and his scarlet pupils were full of playfulness.

"You haven't tasted a woman yet, right? Try it tonight; I guarantee this will be an unprecedented bliss for you..."

"No need." Before Saimen finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Hagek Kesi.

"I don't need these external things." Hagek Kesi shook his head calmly, his bright golden pupils devoid of any desire, as if he were an ascetic saint.

Seeing this, Saimen frowned slightly, but soon his brow relaxed again.

Should one say he is worthy of being someone who can achieve great things as a slave?

Even though he has never experienced it and is in the prime of his youth, he can actually be indifferent to money and beauty.

Truly a great talent!

A trace of appreciation arose in Saimen's heart.

For the sake of his grand wish to revive the Kelai, talent must be recruited.

Although the fighter profession is difficult to advance and has a high risk of death, its combat power is undoubtedly one of the strongest among all professions.

If he exhausted his resources to provide for him, perhaps one day Hagek Kesi could also reach the Sixth Rank—Radiant Moon, just like him.

"Are you willing to be my godson?" Thinking of this, Saimen blurted out.

Once these words were spoken, Uncle Xinpu behind him was completely stunned.

He even suspected that his ears were malfunctioning, which was why such an absurd statement appeared?

An honorary count of the kingdom, a war hero, the master of the slave city, with three identities superimposed, the "Impaler" whose name resounded throughout the continent, actually wanted to take a slave from an arena as his godson?

This is just too bizarre!

"After becoming my godson, although you are still a slave, this is only on the surface; in reality, your status in the entire slave city is second only to me."

Saimen was afraid that Hagek Kesi did not understand what becoming his godson meant, so he stated it slowly.

"You can go wherever you want, take whichever female slave you fancy, you will have endless delicious food and gorgeous clothes, as well as a beautiful big house, and of course, all kinds of magic potions needed for advancement."

"I will spare no cost to offer a bounty for named magical beasts from the entire Western Continent to be thrown into the arena to fight you, letting countless people come to watch you achieve great feats and help you advance."

"And when the day comes that you successfully advance to the Fifth Rank, the Crescent Rank..." Saimen paused deliberately.

"I will invite great nobles from all over the country to witness your godson ceremony with me, and at that time, the King of Suoxia, out of respect for me, will also send envoys to enfeoff you as an honorary viscount."

"By then, hehe, your status blessing has the hope of turning into a deep purple noble status in one fell swoop; this is a beautiful dream that countless nobles dream of but cannot get."

"And now, you only need to agree to have all this beauty."

"How about it, Hagek Kesi Kelai, are you willing to be my godson?"

Saimen looked at the expressionless Hagek Kesi with burning eyes, full of anticipation.

(End of chapter)