Lord Shenxiu-Chapter 525 Scattering Money (Please Subscribe)

"Your wealth is astounding!"

The Earl coughed.

"Please, continue..."

Zhong Shenxiu spoke as if money was no object.

"Starting from the fifth rank, one can be considered a true powerhouse... Their methods are enigmatic and unpredictable, possessing all sorts of incredible abilities that those in the first four ranks, even if combined, cannot contend with... Following the sixth rank, the seventh rank is still ’Demigod’!"

The Earl spoke slowly.

"Why is it still a Demigod?"

A member of the gathering couldn’t help but ask, eager to learn the secrets of the higher ranks—an opportunity too rare to miss!

"I’ve heard it said that being a Demigod is an extremely lengthy phase, just like a drop of ink in a pool of water compared to a hundred drops—the essence is the same, only the degree varies..."

The witch who had spoken earlier suddenly said.

"Indeed, I think it’s worth 100 gold pounds!"

Zhong Shenxiu continued to pay.

Beside him, Kerry was stunned, staring at the seemingly bottomless purse, suddenly realizing it might be a cursed item with vast space.

’I just don’t know... how many gold pounds are inside.’

"Sir, thank you for your generosity," the witch said, curtseying and sitting back down.

"Then, I shall continue..." The Earl coughed and said, "Although all are called ’Demigods’, there is still a massive gap between the ranks... The power of someone at the seventh rank is beyond our imagination, and they might even be termed as hidden beings... Yes, many in the rituals of the Evil God, demons, Pseudo-Gods... Many of them are high-ranking professionals in disguise."

"200 gold pounds, that’s what I believe this information is worth."

Zhong Shenxiu let the gold pounds continue to flow from his purse, like a small stream.

Countless greedy eyes watched his purse.

"I suspect... there’s something wrong with your purse; those gold pounds might be counterfeit and should be carefully checked..." a participant suddenly said.

"That’s not your right, but that of the Earl and the witch."

Zhong Shenxiu was confident, having indeed minted the coins.

"I can assure you, they are all real," the witch who had taken the money sighed, knowing well that this would bring even more atrocious greed upon Zhong Shenxiu.

The Earl remained silent, seemingly hesitant, yet also seeming ready to speak.

Finally, he said in a hoarse voice, "The eighth rank is still a Demigod... I guess the Kingdom’s Guardian might be of this rank, but I do not dismiss the existence of a ninth rank... although I don’t know everything about it, not even a nickname."

"From a Demigod to a true deity, there seems to be a vast chasm!"

Zhong Shenxiu nodded, "500 pounds, thank you, Count, for your exquisite explanation."

Kerry shuddered.

Filled with joy at hearing higher mystical knowledge, as well as full of dread.

He felt the greedy gazes all around like torches, nearly setting him ablaze.

This made him uncomfortable; when his turn came, he didn’t propose a trade, letting it naturally pass to the next.

"Wait a moment... we should leave separately."

Just then, he heard Zhong Shenxiu’s voice in his ear.

’Mr. Li Wei also knows he’s in danger, I wonder how many are prepared to snatch his purse...’ Kerry sighed inwardly, suddenly realizing: ’And he must already have taken office, becoming an exceptional being, whereas I am just a burden...’

He sighed at his own uselessness, yet hoped Mr. Li Wei would manage to escape successfully.

"I want to sell an item cursed to fulfill wishes!"

At this moment, another trader stood up, displaying a black lighter in his hand.

"It belonged to my ancestors; simply touch it lightly three times, chant ’Thief of Fire,’ and it will summon a spirit that will grant you three wishes..."

"A promised wish-fulfilling cursed item... Ha, sounds like a scam."

The earlier witch spoke with a mocking tone: "If it’s real, why not use it yourself? Worried it’s a trap, or that it might draw the attention of some hidden being, leading to an exceedingly uneasy death? What is its downside?"

"I don’t know..."

The trader’s momentum suddenly wilted.

None of the attendees made an offer, clearly aware of the problems with this type of item.

Not to mention the issue of authenticity, the mere fact that the negative effects are unknown makes it easy to wreak havoc.

"Indeed, it’s a private gathering... Such a cursed item likely couldn’t be sold openly even in a flea market, it can only be dumped here..."

After thinking for a moment, Zhong Shenxiu’s gaze turned slightly deep as he noticed the complex patterns on the black lighter and suddenly asked, "I’m somewhat interested; what’s your asking price?"

"5000 gold pounds, just 5000 gold pounds!"

the trader hurriedly said.

"Hehe..."

The Earl shifted his sitting posture and said in a solemn voice, "Items capable of fulfilling wishes, no matter how twisted the outcome—even if it’s just one wish—as long as the cost isn’t too severe, the price is always above ten thousand gold pounds... Even like those of the fifth position in knowledge, materials, and items, priceless, and only accepting exchanges for equally precious items..."

"This is a reminder to me that it’s very likely a fake."

Zhong Shenxiu nodded in thanks.

"I swear on my ancestors’ honor, it’s real."

The trader was somewhat flustered, revealing his originally young voice.

"Always bringing up ancestors, he has a strong sense of honor—possibly from a bankrupt nobility, or a descendant?"

Zhong Shenxiu nodded again, "Deal!"

As he continued to pull out bags of money under the gaze of those throwing money around, without hesitation, he poured out the coins.

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"I bet there’s at least 30,000 gold pounds inside!"

"50,000 gold pounds!"

"This man must be a wealthy tycoon!"

"Never heard of such a character in Kaleston, maybe just some lucky fellow who stumbled upon an endless money bag?"

...

The gathering ended quickly.

With many complex gazes upon him, Zhong Shenxiu was the first to be instructed by the Earl to leave the venue.

"My figure throwing out money probably attracted enough attention, and then there would emerge two kinds..."

Zhong Shenxiu didn’t remove his mask, but instead turned into a more secluded alley: "One type is ready to rob, and the other might feel generous enough to negotiate a private deal..."

Before leaving, he felt that someone was surreptitiously tracking him through various small maneuvers.

And he didn’t eliminate those traces.

When Zhong Shenxiu reached the Wojin River bank, littered and avoided by most, suddenly a pair of decayed, blue-black hands erupted from the ground, grabbing his calf!

A figure suddenly appeared in the void like a chameleon shedding its disguise—an attractive young man wielding an exquisitely patterned rapier, aiming a thrust at Zhong Shenxiu’s chest!

Not far away, a pale-faced woman also screamed at Zhong Shenxiu, a cry that shook the soul.

However, in the next moment.

Intense darkness descended, filled with countless ethereal and transparent palms grabbing the rapier-wielding young man, rendering him immobile.

His expression swiftly turned to horror and rigidity, then he fell to the ground dead, turning into a corpse.

Apart from him, the woman, as if seeing something utterly terrifying, screamed as she gouged out her own eyes, also quickly dying.

On the ground, the large hands swiftly retracted, and a body slowly emerged.

Immediately after, three somewhat transparent figures walked out from these three corpses—they were the assailants from earlier.

Their expressions blank, they advanced towards Zhong Shenxiu, humbly bowing, resembling the most loyal of servants.

The young man’s soul picked up the original rapier, almost seeming to have turned into a guard, the sword’s tip pointing in a direction.

"Medici Family’s ’Pastor’?"

An extremely surprised voice came from that direction.

A person wearing a black iron mask emerged from the shadows—it was Count!

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