Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 277 Cloud Black Market: Financial Street
The light in front of Theresa dimmed, then suddenly brightened again.

Then she found herself in a luxuriously decorated room with a thick red patterned cashmere carpet that was deep enough to sink her feet into.

In the center of the room was a set of gorgeous tables and chairs that seemed to be made entirely of gold and inlaid with countless precious gems.

On the table was a piece of parchment that looked a bit old, a quill pen with a sapphire nib, a bottle of ink, and a silver tinderbox.

Even the air seemed to be filled with the smell of money.

Click!

Just as she looked over intently, the tinderbox opened automatically and emitted a blue flame.

A line of six stunningly beautiful girls in black and white maid outfits walked out, lined up on both sides of the desk, and saluted her by lifting their skirts.

A young man in a formal suit and a black bow tie, with a somewhat blurry face, was sitting on a golden chair. He raised his hand and smiled, inviting me to sit at the table.

"This is a pawn dealer?!"

Teresa, who came from the Cathedral of Our Lady of Mercy, was well-informed.

After personally experiencing the other party's miraculous abilities, he immediately deduced that the other party was probably a high-sequence [Pawnbroker].

His body shook suddenly.

"High Sequence? With the prosperity of business, has anyone in this profession broken through to the fifth level?"

This is probably the only legendary pawnbroker in the world, right?'

He immediately performed a very formal salute, and then obediently sat down on the chair in front of the desk, facing Byron as Byron requested.

After hesitating for a while, he asked carefully:
"Who are you, sir? What's your name? And where is this place? What can I do for you?"

She misunderstood the Faustian Contract as Byron's own ability, thinking that he was a fifth-level legend, and naturally switched to honorifics.

The High Sequences were already qualified to share a piece of the pie with the kings, and no one dared to look down on them.

This was exactly the effect Byron wanted, so he naturally would not take the initiative to expose this beautiful misunderstanding.

He crossed his hands on the table and smiled warmly at her:
“You can call me Mr. Wednesday.

As for what you can do for me? I really need some help with this endeavor.

Don't be nervous.

All you have to do is trade fairly with me or other members of the Financial Street in the future, that's all."

Snapped!
He snapped his fingers casually.

The room suddenly became transparent, and a long street that stretched as far as the eye could see appeared outside the door, with towering Gothic buildings on both sides.

There are countless doors neatly arranged on the walls of the building, and it seems that there is such a room behind each door.

The difference was that only the door of the room they were in had a bronze plate with the code 001 on it.

On the signboard in the middle of the street is written "Financial Street Trading Platform" and a series of functions and precautions of the trading platform.

Theresa was stunned.

"List of products: beauty, health, love. Is this a miracle?"

[First-level Holy Relic: Faust Contract]

“Ability One: Buy low and sell high.

A contract is essentially a trading platform with coercive power, which can be roughly equivalent to a powerful transcendent in the Gold Yuan sequence.

It can use the greed in people's hearts as a beacon to project its own projection into anyone's inner world.

The owner of the contract can sign service contracts with all kinds of people, buy low and sell high, and earn the difference.

Commodities can be tangible or intangible, including but not limited to weapons and equipment, supernatural powers, beauty, health, love, wealth, time (life span).
The closer a commodity is to the realm of the gods in concept, the more expensive the transaction will be, both for the traded object and for the contract owner. "

Virtual trading platforms only exist in the spiritual world and are nowhere to be found in the real world.

In fact, there is a door in everyone's spiritual world.

As long as you have made a transaction and have had an intersection with "Faust Contract", you can leave a spiritual beacon here and get a door and an exclusive room of your own.

Any guest who comes here can use this platform to conduct free transactions with Byron, the contract owner, or other members.

In fact, Byron borrowed from a certain online shopping platform and created an extraordinary version of the cloud mall, or a cloud black market that is not monitored by anyone!
Byron was very satisfied with Theresa's expression, and he spread out his palms and continued:

“As you can see, this attempt has only just begun in order to test the abilities I possess, and it is still very crude.

You are the first guest to arrive at the cloud-based 'Financial Street'.

But I believe that this place will soon become lively, and various facilities and services will gradually be improved.

Eventually it will become a financial, trade and logistics center that cannot be ignored by the entire human world.

By the way, we will also start a wealth creation movement for those who can seize the opportunity, such as you. "

Although there were some minor accidents in the middle, the original plan still had to be carried out step by step.

Neither the stock trading market nor the offshore financial center is sufficient to represent the essential function of this virtual online platform.

He and Catherine chose many names: "Ghost Market", "Shadow Alley", "Online Mall". None of them satisfied them, and "Wal Street" was meaningless.

It’s better to just call it Financial Street simply and clearly.

Represents a resource integrator whose business scope covers all aspects.

It was just a trial run for Theresa, who had already reached the peak of her hospitality.

It can be foreseen that after the Financial Street platform is officially launched on a large scale, massive amounts of money, goods, and information will circulate in the cloud.

Boss Byron can also put his hands on his waist and say arrogantly:
"I don't like money, I have never touched money, I have no interest in money."

If the Dark Millennium had not officially ended in 1453, "Faust Contract" would have fallen into the hands of the great pirate Flint just a few years after its birth, riding on the tide of the Renaissance.

How could Byron have the chance to take on such a good opportunity as building an online platform?
Moreover, if you think about it, you will know that unless there is a huge profit sharing, no one in power can tolerate the existence of such a completely uncontrolled virtual trading platform. Byron also does not want others to associate it with himself, which will definitely be a huge trouble.

I decisively opened a new identity.

Thinking that Wōden was the origin of Wednesday in this world, I simply gave myself a new name, Wednesday.

In addition to the hunted target [Wild Hunt], the nodding acquaintance [Sea Hunter], and the close teammate Hermann, a fourth face appeared in front of her.

Theresa silently read the information on the sign and already understood what kind of place this was.

Especially when I saw that even a conceptual product like "health" existed, I became more and more convinced that Mr. "Wednesday" in front of me was a legendary pawnbroker.

Without any hesitation, he raised his broken arm and expressed his wish sincerely:

“Dear Mr. Wednesday, I would like a complete hand.

Yes, I really need a hand right now."

After laying the groundwork for a long time, the harvest finally began today. Byron's lips naturally curled up:
"Then, as you wish."

He picked up the feather pen and wrote a contract.

“Theresa; Rank 188 Brilliant Priest; Physical Condition: Incomplete; Trading Item: One Bottle of [Blood Brew - Cinderella]; Value: pounds;
The contract has been signed, no need to regret it! "

There were no traps in the contract, nor were there any overly harsh conditions.

Only the most common gold pound payment was required.

Moreover, this contract directly skips the iron laws of the royal power of various countries and is enforced by the [Silver Law]. As long as you are not stupid enough to not understand the contract, you don't have to worry about being ambushed and suffering losses.

Ensure fair transactions.

Moreover, it will not leave any traces in the real world, has excellent confidentiality, and protects customer privacy.

This series of measures made Theresa secretly relieved.

"Is it possible that a fifth-order legendary figure would still be interested in us, the middle-order people?"
Strong and guaranteed.

No wonder they have the confidence to help others get rich.'

Then, without hesitation, he wrote down his name, took out the storage item and paid for the goods.

Byron handed her a bottle of "Cinderella" that had once cured eight fingers and could regenerate severed limbs, along with a card.

When I stood up to say goodbye to her, I didn't forget to add an extra advertisement:

“Financial Street is always neutral and does not get involved in the turbulent mainland disputes. It always puts the smooth flow of trading channels and the safety of customers’ property first.

Miss Theresa, this Red Diamond Membership Card worth 100 pounds is given to you. From now on, you will enjoy different levels of discounts whether you are shopping in the financial street or saving or taking out loans.

You can also set your own personalized appearance here to prevent others from recognizing your real identity.

I believe this will not be the last time we meet, goodbye."

With a series of successful experiences from the big guys in his previous life, Byron only had to follow suit.

The red diamond, yellow diamond and green diamond membership levels are just the most inconspicuous basic "sickles" among them, responsible only for cutting the first batch of leeks.

When the later versions are updated, the natives will definitely be able to deeply experience the little shocks from the alien world.

When Theresa returned to the real world, Mr. Wednesday's last words still rang in her ears:

“By the way, we have also launched the ‘Hack Me’ campaign. If you are a brother, come and hack me.

As long as you call your friends, register on our trading platform and ask them to bargain for you, you can get any product you want for free.

Big opening promotion, don’t miss it if you pass by.”

Theresa suddenly realized that she was in a dream. It was not until she saw clearly that the "Cinderella" in her hand was real that she believed she was not dreaming.

Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly pulled out the cork and drank the blood wine inside.

The broken arm immediately began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye amidst a burning pain.

"Financial Street?
With God's blessing, my good fortune from years of doing good deeds has finally come."

Looking up in the direction of St. Peter's Cathedral in the Old World, there was a gleam of light in his eyes. That emotion was called... Ambition!

She believed that with the massive resources of a fifth-level legend, she would be able to rise rapidly in the church.

"Even though Mr. Wednesday may not care, I will definitely give him rewards within the scope of the church's authority to maintain our 'friendship'."

On the other side, the International Port, the Governor's Palace.

Byron also exited the virtual space of "Faust Contract". As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Catherine hurried over with a letter.

I handed him the opened letter and briefly explained the contents of the letter:

“It’s an official letter of accountability from the Newman family.

I question you as to why you have achieved nothing in half a month since you took office, and whether you have taken the royal party's orders to heart. I ask you to report to Port Royal immediately.

He also threatened you that if you continued to do nothing like this, your position as brigadier general would be in jeopardy."

Byron took the letter and threw it aside without even reading it.

While changing into going-out clothes with the help of her sister, she said expressionlessly:

“If it’s difficult, then don’t do it.

I'm going to Port Royal, sister. Please inform Old Sam and the others to be ready. We have been delayed for too long recently. The plan to steal the house has officially begun.

In the current Kingdom of Hastings, if one wants to establish connections with the upper class and secure a colony, one still needs the support of the church, otherwise there will definitely be troubles.

But who doesn't have this thing? "

(End of this chapter)