Chapter 79

In the luxurious hall.

"No, I am not willing." Hagek Kesi shook his head.

"What did you say?" Lord Saimen thought he had auditory hallucinations for a moment.

"I am just a slave, unworthy of being your godson." Hagek Kesi said with a calm expression.

Although the words were still considered tactful, from his calm and waveless pupils, it was clear that there was no sense of inferiority as a slave.

And, no matter what, a refusal is a refusal.

I was actually rejected by a slave?!

He is not even willing to call me godfather!

This sentence kept echoing in Saimen Kelai's mind; he felt he had been greatly insulted.

The Impaler, who once slaughtered an army with his own hands and strung countless soldiers into scarecrows without changing his expression, was now so angry that his face turned red.

Snap.

The teacup he was holding, filled with Twilight tea, was crushed by him in an instant, and porcelain fragments and tea spilled all over the floor.

At the same time, a surging torrent of blood-red magic power erupted from his body, like dancing blood-colored ribbons, beautiful but bringing a massive pressure.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The entire hall began to shake, murals tilted, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling was swaying precariously.

Looking at this scene, Hagek Kesi's expression became solemn.

Even though his strength after nirvana was at least three times greater than before, the Saimen Kelai in front of him still gave him an unfathomable feeling.

He began to guess how many nirvana rebirths it would take to possess power rivaling the Impaler—six, seven, or twelve?

"My lord, my lord, calm down!" Uncle Xinpu advised in a panic.

Saimen turned a deaf ear.

"My lord, if this continues, these ornaments will be damaged and waste a lot of money!" Uncle Xinpu looked at the master-painted works falling to the floor, feeling incomparably heartbroken.

The next moment, the magic torrent dissipated instantly, and Lord Saimen, as an orthodox Kelai, finally suppressed his anger for the time being.

"You don't want this, you don't want that, what exactly do you want?"

Veins bulged on Saimen's forehead, and he asked coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy could at least be sold for ten Gold Dragons, he would have skewered him into a scarecrow with a spear long ago.

"I only hope you can improve the lives of the slaves, give us the right not to kill each other, have enough black bread, have enough space to sleep without being crowded together, and be able to leave the dungeon to bask in the sun when no one is in the arena."

Hagek Kesi said in a deep voice.

As early as last night, when he was locked in that slave dungeon and saw the miserable lives of other slaves with his own eyes, he had this wish.

For him, who couldn't even achieve self-preservation at the time, this was undoubtedly a delusion, but now... it was different.

"Wishful thinking, what if I don't agree?"

"Then I will refuse to enter the arena."

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you!" Saimen looked at Hagek Kesi with murderous intent, those scarlet pupils as fierce as if they were going to eat someone.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Accompanied by the whistling sound of piercing the air, several blood-colored spears appeared out of thin air, their sharp tips pointing at Hagek Kesi's throat, heart, eyes, and other fatal parts.

It seemed that the next moment, he would be pierced by these spears and meet his death.

"Death is not terrible to me; losing my conviction is losing everything to me." Hagek Kesi said frankly.

After speaking, in the incredible eyes of Saimen and Uncle Xinpu, Hagek Kesi actually moved his body actively toward the spear tips, and even his eyes did not waver as they moved toward the tips.

Swish!

Every inch he advanced, the spear tip retreated an inch, and in the end, he remained unharmed.

"You kid, for a group of slaves who have nothing to do with you and even wanted to kill you, is it worth it?"

Saimen's face turned pale, and he said while panting.

He was, of course, not tired from manipulating these spears, but panicked because he had almost lost ten whole Gold Dragons just now.

"Someone always has to sacrifice for others; why can't that person be me?" Hagek Kesi whispered.

Saimen was silent.

"I agree to your request; now get back to the dungeon where you belong!"

After a long time, he waved his hand impatiently to drive him away.

"Wait a minute, why were you able to come back to life in the arena today?"

Just as Hagek Kesi was about to walk out of the hall, Saimen recalled the bizarre scene in the arena earlier and called him back to ask.

To have his chest and abdomen cut open, his liver, kidneys, and gallbladder eaten clean, and still be able to regenerate—this terrifying regenerative power had already surpassed him, a vampire grand duke, and perhaps only a higher-rank True Ancestor could compare to it.

"I have a gift called Nirvana, which allows me to be reborn after dying once."

Hagek Kesi answered without looking back, then walked out of the hall; he was in a hurry to see His Highness.

"Nirvana... that is indeed a good gift; it is a pity to use it in the arena." A trace of regret appeared on Saimen's face.

Having participated in many wars, he naturally knew that this kind of gift was equivalent to having an extra life on the battlefield, more precious than any offensive gift.

It is a pity there is only one; if there were more, it would be good, but how could there be such a powerful gift in the world?

Saimen smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Lord Saimen, do you really want to waste money to improve the lives of those slaves?" Seeing that Hagek Kesi had left, Uncle Xinpu asked with a worried expression.

"Heh, the slaves can expand the cells themselves; as for food, it's just black bread mixed with sawdust, and basking in the sun doesn't cost money; all of this added together is not even one-tenth of the money Hagek Kesi earns for me in one duel."

Saimen glanced at Uncle Xinpu in surprise; he didn't expect this junior to be even more stingy with money than him, not bad, not bad, it can be considered inheriting the fine virtues of the Kelai.

"Lord Saimen, you misunderstood; I am not heartbroken over this money, but..." Uncle Xinpu said slowly.

"The desires of slaves are like rolling stones on a high mountain; once they start, they won't stop."

"When they are hungry, they only want to fill their stomachs, but if they are full and have basked in the sun, they will want freedom; this start cannot be made!"

Uncle Xinpu stated his experience in managing slaves for many years.

"... I didn't expect you to have such insight." Hearing this, a trace of appreciation flashed in Saimen's eyes as he looked at him.

He originally kept him only because they were both Kelai, but now it seems he has some value to cultivate.

"I know everything you said, don't worry, it won't be long."

"This Hagek Kesi has long had a rebellious heart; let him fight in the arena for a few more months to earn some money, and I will sell him at the grandest slave auction in the history of our slave city afterward!"

"As for these slaves who have experienced a good life, we can just replace them all!" The corners of Saimen's mouth rose slightly, and a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile appeared on his handsome face.

"My lord is wise!"

Starfire Hall.

Hagek Kesi returned here with glory.

Looking at the black-haired youth who had been waiting at the long table, his heroic face was full of gratitude, no longer the previous calmness.

Bang!

His massive body, already two meters and eighty centimeters tall, knelt on one knee in front of the youth with a thud.

"Your Highness, I have returned." Hagek Kesi's tone carried deep respect, as if the youth in front of him were his god.

(End of chapter)