Ancestral local tyrant system

"Solar, Hal, I should be good to you two? Why are you betraying me?" Tiram looked at them with a puzzled look.

"Mr. Tiram, we are just an employment relationship. There is no such thing as betrayal." The two warriors were not heartbroken. "Moreover, our liquidated damages have been paid in full. This gentleman offered The price of one trillion Mora coins a year hires us, and we cannot refuse this price."

"One trillion Mora coins a year?" Hearing this number, even Tiram was a little heartbroken, which is equivalent to 40 billion Mora coins, and can even directly buy a second-level supernatural power. Now, who would hire bodyguards at such a price?Is it too much money or is it a brain problem?

"But don't worry, Mr. Tiram, we have our own professional ethics. Although we have terminated the contract, it will not hurt you. It's just that our boss wants to negotiate a business with you now."

"Your boss?" At this time, Tiram's gaze fell on Fang Jueyu's body, he was a little relieved, originally thinking that Fang Jueyu was looking for trouble.

The real boss behind Tiram will not personally sell the slaves, so if the slaves want to seek revenge, Tiram must also find the land. Just now he thought that Fang Jueyu was the one who came to avenge his people. People do not seem to be right now.

"It turned out to be here for business talks," Tiram sat down in his seat again, and a massage sofa made of unknowing biological skin also slid behind Fang Jueyu. "This guest, please sit."

Fang Jueyu sat down, unexpectedly this sofa was extremely comfortable, and the muscles of his whole body were relieved under a slight vibration.

"Excuse me, what do you call a guest?" Tiram usually doesn't treat ordinary guests in such a respectful and polite manner. It's just that now his two bodyguards have turned the water, and Fang Jueyu's fists are much harder than him. May use that condescending attitude again.

Moreover, when people sell one trillion Mora coins, such a person definitely has a lot of background. He can't afford to provoke, and the boss behind him may not provoke it.

"Host, don't use your real name, try not to reveal your true information in this black market." Xiaoyi reminded.

Although Fang Jueyu does not have the status of a citizen of the Universe Federation, everything should be cautious in such a place.

"Got it," Fang Jueyu's face flashed a wicked smile.

"My name is Jack Ma, and I come from Shenhao civilization."

"What a domineering name." Although I don't know what these two words mean, the name is quite impressive to read. As for this divine civilization, Tiram has never heard of it, but it should be a very A powerful civilization above level 4, right?

"Mr. Ma, since you are here to discuss business, you should come with sincerity. Why did you buy my bodyguard in this way?" Tiram was a little puzzled. Offended, there are still people doing business in the world?

"Hahaha, let’s not hide it from Mr. Tiram, I’ve been relatively courageous since I was a kid, and I didn’t bring my own bodyguard when I came to Morar Civilization this time. If I talk to Mr. Tiram alone, There is always less security."

Tiram's mouth twitched. Because he didn't feel safe, he bought the bodyguard directly?What is this operation?

But it can also be seen from here that this strange young man's financial resources are not to be underestimated.

"Since Mr. Ma is here to discuss business, let's get back to the topic. Since Mr. Ma found my Tiram here, he must know what business I am in."

"Of course, I am looking for Mr. Tiram this time to buy a batch of slaves."

"A batch?" Tiram's eyes lit up. "I don't know what kind of slave Mr. Ma wants. It's not that I boast, let alone this black market. Even if it is on the entire Moral home planet, there is no better Tiram's greater slave merchant."

"I want a batch of slaves at the rank of supernatural beings. I don't know if Mr. Tiram is for sale here?" Fang Jueyu asked directly.

"Sure enough, it's a big business!" Tiram immediately lifted his spirits when he heard these three words. Although the business of this supernatural being is not easy to do, the profit is the largest, even the weakest supernatural being costs 100 Billion universe coins or more.

Cosmic slaves are almost a capitalless business, except that the slave controller requires a relatively high price. With 10 billion Cosmic Coins, the boss behind Tiram can earn about 5 billion Cosmic Coins, and Tiram can also make at least a few. Billion universe coins.

"Mr. Ma, you are looking for the right person for Tiram," Tiram's finger stroked in the void, and a holographic screen was drawn directly in front of Fang Jueyu.

"Mr. Ma, the strength of warriors of different cosmic races is very different, and the price will also fluctuate greatly. You can choose first. This is the data of all the master-level slaves in my inventory."

"Oh?" Fang Jueyu was really curious about this weird race.

He clicked on a racial message casually.

The information on the first page is a slave called the Wind Demon Race. The warriors of the Wind Demon Race are slender, with a pale blue skin, and sharp exoskeleton growing on their elbows and knees. They are very good at Fighting races.

"Host, this Wind Demon Race is a fairly well-known race. They are found in many areas of the universe. Their combat effectiveness is very strong. Every individual has the peak strength of an energy source after he reaches adulthood."

"We worked hard to cultivate such a few energy sources, they are the pinnacle of energy sources in adulthood? They are really the darling of God!"

"It's no surprise that some powerful races can even possess the strength of a master when they grow up. Those races are all powerful and incomparable!"

"The price is really not cheap!" Fang Jueyu glanced. The price of the first order of the supernatural beings is 1.2 trillion Mora coins, the second order of 2.5 trillion Mora coins, the third order of 5 trillion Mora coins, and the fourth order. The price of Moura is 12 trillion, and the price of Tier 7 has skyrocketed to 120 trillion Mora!

"Host, the price is very good! The warriors of the Wind Demon Race can surpass one or two small realms to draw with the warriors of most races, and you can buy them all! Even if it is useless in the future, stay on the earth to protect the earth. Security is still ok."

"Only 68? So few?" Fang Jueyu said, "Mr. Tiram, I want all the 68 slaves of the Wind Demon Race."

"Is it all?" Tiram felt that he was about to become a repeater today. This Mr. Long Aotian was so shocking that he had to be sure again and again.

"There are also 36 of the Scythe Weasel tribe."

"There are also 102 slaves of the Baiyu tribe."

"These too!"

"It's all required!"

Fang Jueyu slid down page by page. There were indeed a lot of cosmic slaves in Tiram's hands, and the quality was quite high, but the number did not seem to meet Fang Jue's requirements.

Fang Jueyu’s two bodyguards and Tiram are almost silly. People come to the slave market to buy space slaves to serve as servants’ bodyguards and thugs. This damn Mr. Long Aotian from Ritian Civilization came to buy wholesale. what!