Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 78: Will you be my godson? (Seeking monthly votes)

"A slave has actually reached the Crescent Moon rank!"

"This is impossible, impossible, I actually lost the bet again!"

"Hercules. Is this guy really born a slave?"

The people in the audience had different expressions. Some were shocked, some burst into tears, and some even fainted.

At the Crescent Moon level, he could be considered a strong man even in the entire continent.

The three human kingdoms even have an unspoken rule that is not made public but is tacitly accepted by everyone - if a transcendent above the Crescent rank is willing to join the kingdom, he can be directly conferred the title of honorary baron.

Countless nobles dreamed of reaching this rank in their lifetime, but a slave achieved it at the age of twenty-one without any resources. No wonder they reacted so strongly.

"Hercules!"

Looking at the giant standing on the corpse of the giant lion, with golden flames rising into the sky, like a god descending from heaven, I don’t know who shouted first.

"Hercules!"

"Hercules!"

More and more people joined in, and finally the name of a slave was echoing throughout the entire arena.

"This guy is quite capable."

In the stands, Sir Simon held the railing and said with a strange expression.

He thought he would bleed heavily this time, but now it seems that he made a lot of money.

Not only that, those spectators who lost money saw such a wonderful fight that they would be convinced even if they lost everything.

This will not only preserve the reputation of the Blood Fang Arena, but will even hopefully develop it into the most famous arena in the entire continent.

"Sir Simon, this slave of yours is indeed well-trained. Can you sell it to me? I can offer one gold royal or three thousand slaves."

At this time, the Lord of the North, Morwen Dean, came over with a wine glass in his hand. He looked at the giant standing tall below, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

There is no one who grew up in the extremely cold and harsh climate of the North who doesn't like warriors.

Gold dragons are the most valuable currency in the Kingdom of Sosia and are usually only used by the great nobles. One gold dragon is equal to one hundred gold sols and four thousand silver sols.

"Haha, I watched this child grow up. I've nurtured him for many years and have already developed feelings for him. I really can't let him go."

Sir Simon appeared apologetic, but inwardly he was sneering.

With the protection of a transcendental status and the New Moon rank, a Golden Dragon wants to take advantage of it? Dream on!

As for the three thousand slaves, they were just like the slaves he had sold to him before. They were captured directly from the civilians in the North. They were nothing more than the lowest-class slaves. No matter how many there were, they were not worth a single toe of Hegemony's!

"That's such a pity," Mo Wen said with regret.

Such a mighty and tall slave, if bred, might be able to produce an army of giants.

In the luxurious hall with crimson velvet carpet.

Sir Simon sat with Hercules, who had returned to his normal size, at a long table, and Benson stood respectfully behind Simon.

"Come, have some tea." Simon kindly poured Hercules a cup of steaming hot black tea.

"This is the top-grade black tea, Twilight, which is only produced in the southern region. It's extremely expensive, so you must savor it carefully."

Before Simon could finish his words, he saw Hercules drinking the whole thing in one gulp like a bull, not caring about the heat.

Simon: “.”

A guy who has no taste!
Simon cursed inwardly, but quickly realized he was foolish to demand taste from a slave. "Heracles, you did a great job this time. Not only did you maintain the reputation of the arena, but you also made me a fortune. I've decided to reward you," Simon clapped his hands.

Suddenly, two beautiful female slaves with thin clothes revealing their body and good figures came with a small box and placed it in front of Hercules.

Click.

When the box was opened, it was filled with shining silver coins, and there were also a few gold sols mixed in.

"How about it? This money is all for you."

"Not only that, even these two virgin slaves will be yours." Simon showed an ambiguous smile on his handsome face, and his scarlet eyes were full of teasing.

"You haven't tasted a woman yet, try it tonight, I promise it will be the ultimate pleasure you've never experienced before..."

"No need." Simon was interrupted by Hercules before he could finish his words.

"I don't need these external things." Hercules shook his head calmly. There was no trace of desire in his bright golden eyes, as if he were an ascetic saint.

Simon frowned slightly upon seeing this, but soon his brows relaxed again.

Should we say that he is worthy of being a man who can accomplish great things as a slave?

Even though he has never experienced it and is still young, he is still indifferent to money and beauty.

What a talent!

Simon felt a sense of appreciation in his heart.

In order to realize his ambition of reviving Klay, he must recruit talented people.

Although the fighter class is difficult to advance and has a high risk of death, its combat power is undoubtedly one of the strongest of all classes.

If he gave all his resources, perhaps one day Hegemony could reach the same sixth level as him - Huiyue.

"Would you like to be my godson?" Simon blurted out when he thought of this.

As soon as these words were spoken, Benson behind him was completely stunned.

He even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, which was why he said such ridiculous things?

The honorary earl of the kingdom, the war hero, the master of the slave city, the "Piercing Prince" whose reputation resounds throughout the entire continent, actually wants to take in a slave from the arena as his godson?

This is too bizarre!
"After becoming my godson, you are still a slave, but this is only on the surface. In reality, your status in the entire slave capital is second only to mine."

Simon was afraid that Heracles didn't understand what it meant to be his godson, so he explained it slowly.

"You can go wherever you want. If you like a female slave, you can take her away. You will have endless delicious food and gorgeous clothes, a beautiful house, and of course, all kinds of magic potions needed for advancement."

"I will offer a bounty on every titled beast in the entire Western Continent, sending them to the arena to fight you. Countless people will come to watch you accomplish great deeds and help you ascend."

"And when the day comes when you successfully advance to the fifth level, the Crescent Moon level..." Simon paused deliberately.

"I will invite great nobles from all over the country to witness your and my godson ceremony. When the time comes, the King of Sosia will send an envoy to confer you the title of Honorary Viscount out of my kindness."

"By then, hehe, your status will hopefully be elevated to a deep purple noble. This is a dream that countless nobles dream of but cannot obtain."

"And now, you just need to agree to have all these beautiful things."

"Well, Hercules Clay, will you be my godson?"

Simon looked at the expressionless Hercules with burning eyes and anticipation.

(End of this chapter)