Chapter 8 Qin Shi Huang Touches Electric Wires, Gets Numb from Winning

The battle was about to begin when a dust-level dark magic spell—Dark Blade—formed in front of Xavier and flew swiftly toward the dire wolves, slicing through the throat of one of them with a single strike.

Blood gushed from the wolf's neck, and the strong smell of blood gradually spread across the field.

The nobles in the VIP seats erupted in excited shouts, whether they were cheering for Xavier or their primal desires were stirred by the blood.

"Honorable guest! Look at this snake-man slave, he has instantly killed a demonic wolf!"

"Look at his face, look at his strength! Buying him back, whether as a male concubine or a bodyguard, would be a good choice, wouldn't it?"

The auctioneer still did not announce the price, continuing to ignite the enthusiasm of the nobles in the room with his words, hoping to sell Perkin Xavier for a high price.

Even if Xavier might die in the arena from exhaustion later.

For the Zefnia family, the value of a slave was far less than the emotional value to the nobles. Only by making them feel that they were getting more than their fair share could the reputation of the underground slave auction be guaranteed.

Even if Xavier really dies, the loss will only be a few thousand gold coins.

Maggie had no interest in the auctioneer's exaggerated encouragement; she was currently frowning and watching the audience.

The remaining three-headed wolves also posed a considerable threat to Xavier, who was under a binding spell.

Exhausted, Xavier was unable to dodge in time, and the wolf tore many wounds on his arms and thighs, making his already tattered clothes even more worn and tattered.

The scent of human blood ignited the dire wolves, driving them into a frenzied attack.

"The battle has reached a stalemate, and I'm sure you esteemed guests are finding it equally boring. So... this auctioneer will personally fund something more exciting for you!"

As the auctioneer shouted passionately, the gates on the other side of the arena burst open.

All eyes turned to the gate, where a massive, hill-like demonic ape slowly emerged, its roar shaking the entire area.

The three wolves on the field stopped their attack, knelt on the ground trembling, and whimpered for mercy.

Xavier was thus given a brief respite.

But this is just the beginning of true hell.

The demonic ape is a level 3 monster, more than twice as strong as a level 2 demonic wolf. Xavier, whose physical strength and magic power are almost depleted, has absolutely no chance of winning and turning the tide.

Many nobles showed a hint of regret in their eyes, and were not optimistic about the snake-man slaves surviving.

However, the ticket price for a free gladiatorial match between a slave and a level 3 monster is not cheap, and not many people are disappointed because they can't buy Xavier tickets. Most people stare at the audience with expectant eyes.

It's important to know that capturing a level 3 monster is far more difficult than killing one.

Nobles living in luxury are not like mercenaries wandering the streets; they rarely witness such bloody battles.

The arena became one of their places of entertainment.

Maggie stared intently at Xavier; she was probably the only one in the entire room who genuinely believed Xavier could survive.

Monsters will fight each other for prey, and begging for mercy will not work.

The demonic ape swiftly tore the three demonic wolves apart, trampling them into a bloody pulp, then turned and looked at Xavier with greedy eyes.

Xavier's scarred hands clenched tightly, his vertical pupils narrowed to pinpoints as he stared intently at the demonic ape, his entire body tense and alert to its attack.

In the blink of an eye, Xavier launched the first attack, several dark blades quickly forming beside him and hurtling towards the demonic ape.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, all the hidden blades fell to the ground, but the demonic ape dodged them all.

Xavier, who charged toward the demonic ape, was thrown back violently and crashed into the arena wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah! I knew it, they were going to lose. What a waste of that slave's pretty face."

"A level three monster? Only a formal mage can kill that kind of thing. Surely no one really thinks a slave can win?"

Discussions arose around them, but only Maggie keenly noticed the demonic ape's unusual behavior.

It's injured!

He was bitten by Xavier's venomous fangs!

The auctioneer quickly noticed this detail, and his excited voice echoed throughout the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look! The demonic ape's steel-like skin has been pierced by the venomous fangs of this snake-man slave! The poison is spreading rapidly!"

Xavier lowered his head and slowly got up from the ground. The sinister madness between his brows was even more terrifying than that of the demonic ape.

He won his gamble this time.

As long as he avoids direct confrontation with the demonic ape and waits for the snake venom to take effect, thus wearing down the demonic ape, he will be the victor in this duel.

"Alright~ The snake-man slave has demonstrated his amazing combat value to all distinguished guests. The auction shall now begin!"

The auctioneer excitedly produced an enchanted scroll inscribed with enslavement magic. Without a doubt, the target of the enslavement magic was Perkin Xavier.

This enchanted scroll was essentially his indenture.

"An S-rank snake-man slave with the strength to fight against a formal mage, possessing dark magic talent, a rare race!"

The auctioneer drew out his words, deliberately raising the nobles' expectations, before loudly announcing the auction price.

"Unbeatable price! Only 2,000 gold coins!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, bids erupted from the VIP seats. It's worth noting that hiring just an ordinary human mage would cost five hundred gold coins per month.

"I'll offer three thousand gold coins!"

"Three thousand five hundred!"

"Four thousand gold coins!"

"Gentlemen, please give me some face! I'll take the four thousand five hundred gold coins!"

"Who cares about your pride? Five thousand gold coins!"

Maggie sat quietly in the VIP section, waiting until the bidding gradually subsided before she calmly spoke.

"Eight thousand."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent instantly. Even the auctioneer cast a surprised glance at Maggie. The highest price ever paid for an S-class slave in the entire auction was only seven thousand gold coins.

I never expected a dark horse to emerge today.

However, Xavier, who possesses the strength to fight against mages, is more than worthy of the price, although most nobles wouldn't carry that many gold coins with them.

"Eight thousand gold coins once, eight thousand gold coins twice..."

The auctioneer deliberately slowed down, glancing around the VIP section, hoping other nobles would continue to bid.

Suddenly, a female voice came from another part of the VIP section.

"Eight thousand three."

Hearing someone interrupt, Maggie's eyes flashed with surprise, but she continued to raise the price without hesitation.

"Ten thousand."

In any case, she would never use the Zefnia family's private currency anywhere other than the underground slave auctions. She didn't want to be considered an accomplice when her entire family was executed later in the story.

If all the money is invested in Xavier, it will definitely be a good deal for Maggie.

"..."

The other side fell silent and didn't speak for a long time.

"Ten thousand gold coins once, ten thousand gold coins twice, ten thousand gold coins three times."

A knowing look appeared in the auctioneer's eyes. This time, he chose to bring down the hammer quickly so as not to anger the big spender.

"Ten thousand gold coins, sold!"

Hearing the hammer fall, Maggie's tense nerves finally relaxed a lot.

Thankfully, the person didn't raise the price further. If they had, she might not have enough personal currency and would have had to pay out of her own pocket.

As she was thinking this, her gaze inadvertently fell on Xavier, who was still struggling on the field. She turned to the auctioneer and spoke in a commanding tone.

"Before bringing him up to me, make sure his wounds are healed, he's washed clean, and he's dressed properly. Don't let him offend my eyes."

Maggie's tone was extremely disdainful, like that of a noble lady with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"That's natural."

The auctioneer smiled and agreed.

The servant appeared beside Maggie at some point, speaking respectfully.

"This way, esteemed guest."

Maggie glanced sideways at the servant and strode haughtily toward the second floor, where VIP rooms were reserved for big spenders.

Only regular customers know that those who spend over 10,000 gold will receive special VIP treatment.

She knew that Ted was watching her every move through the room's window.

By doing this, Maggie was also indirectly telling Ted that she was not only wealthy and powerful with powerful backers, but also a regular customer, not a novice who could be easily scammed.

When Maggie stepped into the VIP room, Perkin Xavier had already been cleaned up. He stood with his back straight, kneeling quietly beside the coffee table with his eyes downcast, like a lifeless puppet, his soul emptied as he knelt there.

The sound of Maggie opening the door didn't attract his attention.

The moment Ted saw Maggie, his face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Guest, your order has arrived. Are you satisfied?"

Maggie glanced at Xavier briefly before coldly looking away.

"It's alright, but you don't have anything better here."

Maggie picked up the black tea on the coffee table, took a slow sip, and the rich, fragrant flavor instantly filled her mouth. It was excellent black tea; it seemed Ted had really gone to great lengths to please his distinguished guest.

No wonder they were able to run a successful slave auction near the Temple of Light, while others avoided it like the plague.

The Temple of Light is located in a separate area at the border of the Kingdom of Saint Na, the Kingdom of Arnold, and the Kingdom of Vatia. It has a well-developed transportation network, and nobles from various countries come here to buy slaves.

This stronghold is quite important to the Zefner family.

But to do such dirty deeds under the nose of the powerful Temple of Light, Ted is definitely a cunning and shrewd fox when it comes to dealing with people.

It's unknown how many priests and paladins he bribed to be able to buy and sell slaves safely in the city of Santa Fe.

"Sigh, the restrictions are strict lately, please wait a little longer, there will be more large shipments coming later."

Ted wasn't annoyed; his smile deepened the wrinkles on his face.

"Um."

Maggie nodded casually, tossed the bag full of family treasury money onto the coffee table, and put away the enslavement scroll that had imprisoned Xavier.

"Can I take the person with me?"

Ted opened his pocket and saw a bag full of gleaming, branded private currency, estimated to be worth over ten thousand taels of gold.

His narrowed eyes widened slightly. As the auction director, he frequently dealt with these private coins and could tell at a glance whether they were genuine.

Ted immediately raised his head obsequiously and gave Maggie a fawning look.

"Of course, of course."

Maggie holds the scroll of enslavement and has absolute control over Xavier. With just one command from her, Xavier's body will move uncontrollably.

"Come with me."

Maggie's gaze fell on Xavier. As the voice faded, the scroll flickered, and Xavier automatically stood up under the influence of magic, quickly following Maggie's steps.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had to obey Maggie's orders.

And so, Maggie and Xavier swaggered out of the underground auction without anyone stopping them or any mishaps.

Everything seemed to be under control.

In reality, the moment Maggie turned around, her lips involuntarily seemed to want to fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Don't be fooled by her seemingly powerful demeanor; she was absolutely thrilled to have spent all that private money!

Private currency is also one of the pieces of evidence against the Zefner family.

Trading a hot potato for the human form of the Dark God is like Qin Shi Huang touching an electrical wire – he won too easily.