After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

Iman laughed heartily and said smugly, "It's not a representation, but these three gold coins are enough for three days' food expenses!"

"I have nearly 100,000 demi-human slaves under my command, of which 10,000 are centaur slaves. But those 10,000 are equivalent to the food for my remaining 90,000. Every day I think about how to maximize their value. After years of research, I have found that each of them only needs one copper coin a day for food!"

Mu Qiu's lips twitched, and Fiona, who was behind him, nervously flicked Mu Qiu's leg with her dragon tail.

A mere copper coin a day for food? Is that even human?

Could it be that the master has been corrupted by these unscrupulous slave owners?

What are you despicable slave owners trying to do!

Do you want our master to degenerate into an evil slave owner here?

As a female knight, I will never allow such evil to happen!

Let me use the heart of a knight princess to purify the evil in my master's heart!

Fiona thought to herself, then quietly took another step forward, pressing her high, wrinkle-free breasts against Mu Qiu's back.

Mu Qiu also spoke up: "One copper coin a day for food... Won't that starve them to death? I heard... Centaurs seem to eat much more than ordinary demi-humans."

"You won't starve!"

Iman gave him a look that said, "I've tried it all, don't I know?" He said, "Brother, you must have just taken over the family's slave business, right?"

“Those who have never been slave owners always envy the glamorous lives we slave owners lead.”

Iman sighed, "Little did they know that our lives as slave owners were even harder and more tiring than theirs!"

"These lowly people and slaves only need to figure out how to fill their stomachs every day, while we have many other things to worry about!"

Had, standing nearby, nodded in agreement: "Yes, they can exchange a one-copper lunch for a twenty-copper lunch, which is only nineteen more coppers."

"But we can't do it!"

"If we replace a one-copper-coin lunch with a twenty-copper-coin lunch, each person will spend nineteen more copper coins per meal, and ten thousand people will spend nineteen more gold coins per meal. Over a year, that's nearly twenty thousand more gold coins!"

"These are just the most ordinary low-level slaves. Among the slaves, there are also those who can be trained to become combat slaves. They can go to the arena to fix matches, fight to the death, and protect their masters' property!"

"These slaves who have switched to combat professions have a bigger appetite; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to lift a sword, so how could they protect their master's property?"

"Over time, that can add up to tens or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins a year! Over ten years, that adds up to millions of gold coins in expenses!"

"We need to consider how to feed the largest number of slaves with the least amount of food, maintain the lowest attrition rate, squeeze the maximum value out of them, and also preserve our reputation!"

Iman sighed, “Those lowly people and slaves who only think about eating, drinking and defecating all day long don’t have to worry about these things at all.”

Someone nearby added:

"We also have to worship the goddess of wealth to maintain our fortune, which is another big expense."

"It's so hard being a slave owner!"

"We have to thank Mr. Iman for inventing the one-meal-a-day-one-coin system; he saved us a lot of unnecessary expenses."

Iman smiled slightly and said modestly, "Not at all, this system sounds simple, but it's actually not complicated at all."

“Not every slave has work to do every day, because nobles and the Mage Council may need to build structures, or some combat slaves may be lost. We must prepare a batch of slaves so that they can be on standby at any time.”

"So we can assign some of the work to the slaves in rotation. The slaves who do not work will only receive half a copper coin for food, while the slaves who work will receive one and a half copper coins for food per day."

"When they need to do heavy physical labor, give them an extra one or two copper coins a day for food. The cheapest black bread mixed with more sawdust will be enough for them!"

"Only by suppressing the value of the lowest-level slaves can we suppress the value of slaves of other classes."

Iman exclaimed, "In this way, the daily food expenses for Iron-level slaves can be kept under ten copper coins, ten copper coins per meal is enough for Bronze-level slaves, and one silver coin per day for Silver-level slaves..."

"In this way, seeing the lives of those slaves at the bottom of society will inspire them to stand tall and work even harder."

"If even the lowest-ranking slaves can eat their fill, then wouldn't the Iron-rank slaves eat even more? The Bronze-rank slaves would have to eat even better, and the Silver-rank slaves would have to live a life of luxury... How can that be allowed?"

"Only by ensuring that the lowest-ranking slaves are starving can the hardest-working and most diligent ones be fed. This will motivate the other slaves to work harder and create value for us. The higher-ranking slaves will also be more willing to accept a food allowance of a few dozen copper coins!"

"As for those who starved to death, who can be blamed? Of course, it's their fault for not trying hard enough!"

“Occasionally, when these slaves become too resentful, we send the human slaves who manage them to vent their anger, then give them a good meal. After a while, we send a new human slave to manage them and reduce their food expenses…”

Iman smiled slightly and said, "In this way, the objects of these demi-human slaves' hatred will be the human slaves who manage and oppress them. If I occasionally give them some good food, they will be grateful. If I throw a few chicken legs to the most hardworking people, they will fight to the death to protect our property."

A slave owner who owned a factory sighed, "Slaves are so much easier to feed, unlike those bastards in my factory who dare to demand thirty or fifty copper coins a day!"

“I tried my best to reduce their daily wage to twenty copper coins, keeping only the most capable workers to ensure the factory could keep running. Every month, I would weed out the rest and then recruit them at the price of twenty to forty copper coins for regular workers.”

"During the three-month probationary period, they were paid ten copper coins per workday in the first month and fifteen copper coins per workday in the second month. This way, after they finished the first month, they would continue working for the second month. Then I would withhold their second month's salary and tell them that it would be paid in the third month. Finally, when the three months were almost up, I would fire them..."

"Even so, I still need to recruit these workers at an average rate of three to five copper coins per day, and I also need to support a group of workers who are paid a high daily wage of twenty copper coins..."

Behind Mu Qiu, Fiona's pretty face had turned slightly pale, and even the ahoge on her head was trembling involuntarily.

These people are demons, aren't they?

Aren't the humans actually living in the abyss? And aren't the humans living on the surface actually descendants of demons?

These slave owners... aren't they just using slaves as disposable materials?

Master... won't they lead you astray?

Fiona nervously clutched at Mu Qiu's clothes, then couldn't help but glance at Vera.

Although Miss Vera's thoughts are vulgar, compared to the evil thoughts of these demons, Miss Vera's thoughts are actually not unacceptable...

Miss Vera, please, make your master even more lewd!

These evil thoughts will be defeated as long as the master becomes lewd!

Vera gave her a strange look: Why are you looking at me?

These foolish humans who only have money in their heads are not the same species as their master, who would spend a million gold coins to buy her just to make such a noble elven girl make a slurping sound.

There are barriers to communication between different species.

These guys who would rather break a gold coin into ten and use it, and their master who would rather crumple ten gold coins into one, they just can't possibly get along, right?

The master is not speaking now, but is probably just surprised that there are such stingy and poor slave owners in this world.

They say it's all about maximizing profits, but isn't it just about being poor?

So the members of the so-called Wealth Club are just a bunch of poor and stingy paupers—that's probably what the master is thinking now, right?

When Fiona saw that Vera had no intention of making a move, her heart, which had just begun to relax, suddenly tightened.

Miss Vera! Why are you just watching?

This group is trying to spread their despicable ideas to their master, so that the master will also degenerate into a slave owner as despicable and shameless as they are!

Nobody ever complains about having too much money!

No one could possibly have such a thought!

The fact that the master hasn't spoken yet means he's definitely tempted!

But because their master is a human being far more depraved than they are, they are hesitant.

On one side of the scales are vulgar chips, and on the other side are monetary chips.

If you want the owner not to choose the other side, you have to bet heavily on the low-level chips!

If Miss Vera doesn't become vulgar, then...

Mu Qiu suddenly noticed that Fiona, who was hiding behind him, suddenly became coy. She thrust out her chest and rubbed it back and forth against Mu Qiu's arm, and said something.

"Master, we didn't come to a casino, did we? This place is a club, isn't it? There's not even a place to place bets, how boring."

It would be wonderful if the owner could leave this wealthy club after hearing this...

Why are you suddenly being so proactive today?

Mu Qiu looked at Fiona with some suspicion as she suddenly began rubbing her breasts against him.

Isn't this female knight usually the one who hates being touched in this spot?

Even though they were both covered by cloaks and she couldn't see him at all, she would still say that his gaze was lewd—did she really think he had the ability to see through things?

"Because it's a bit hot in the club."

Fiona's eyes darted around, and she made up a reason on the spot: "Master's body is very warm... oh no, Master's body is ice cold, so I want Master to help me cool down!"

"...How could my body, a living, breathing person, be ice-cold!"

Mu Qiu almost lost his composure.

Your lying is so obvious, Knight Princess! It's like a child who's never lied before blurting out something to their parents...

"Okay, okay, is this alright?"

Fiona gritted her teeth, grabbed Mu Qiu's right hand and stuffed it into her cloak, trying to make her hold onto something.

"This is what you wanted, Master! Humans like you, so filthy, just want to defile the pure knight with your filthy hands! So feel free to touch me! Heh heh heh—! I won't be easily subdued by your touch!"

"You're the one who's being lewd! You shameless knight, you've done something so vulgar, don't try to shift the blame onto others!"

Mu Qiu tried to break free of his right hand, but Fiona held it firmly, continuing to ramble on, "Anyway, this place called the Wealth Club is actually just a club for paupers, isn't it? They say they use slaves' food money for betting, but they're just paupers who can only afford three gold coins, right? You wouldn't possibly want a place like this, would you, Master?"

Upon hearing this, the slave owners present immediately became somewhat unable to contain themselves.

What does it mean to be a poor wretch who can only afford three gold coins?

What do you mean by saying that slaves can even breathe on slave owners like them?

If they could still sit still after hearing this, they would be superhuman.

At this moment, Had, who was acting as the dealer, suddenly spoke up:

"It seems our new friend really wants to play a game with us. How about we make a big bet today?"

"Haha, it's not bad to gamble once in a while; a little gambling is harmless!"

The other slave owners laughed and agreed, and with a clinking sound, they each threw out some gold coins, mostly between ten or twenty thousand and thirty or fifty thousand gold coins.

Every time they throw out 10,000 gold coins, those coins instantly coalesce into a 10,000 gold coin chip on the gambling table.

For these powerful slave owners who controlled tens of thousands of slaves and made a fortune every day, this amount of money was merely a tea fee during casual conversation, and was not even as much as the output of one hour of a mine under their control.

Had first glanced in Mu Qiu's direction, then skillfully shook the dice cup.

"Place your bet now! My friend, you should place your bet too!"

With that, he slammed the golden dice cup down onto the smooth, mirror-like table.

Oh?

Is it finally time to start gambling?

Mu Qiu's spirits lifted.

He had originally intended for Fiona to gamble first, but seeing her like this, he simply handed Vera one million gold coins and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Such a small bet, let my maids handle it."

"Vera, you bet, bet however you want."

Mu Qiu's voice was very calm, as if he were giving instructions on a trivial matter.

"Then I'll give it a try. Although it's their first time at a casino, the owner always says that luck favors newcomers. Maybe these poor out-of-towners will lose everything here?"

Vera tilted her chin up, her pointed ears twitched, and she spoke with a grin.

Are you from out of town?

Holy crap, Emperor's attack!

Upon hearing this, the others around him shuddered and instinctively looked at Had.

Of everyone present, only Hader did business in the capital.

Iman's expression was also a bit unpleasant just now.

If even the maids dare to be so arrogant, it can only mean that this young man is even more arrogant and doesn't take them seriously at all!

mad!

So crazy!