"Soral, Hal, I should be pretty good to you two, right? Why do you betray me?" Tiram looked at them with a puzzled look.

"Mr. Tiram, we are just an employment relationship, and there is no such thing as betrayal," the two warriors were not blushing, "and our liquidated damages have been paid in full. This gentleman offered a one trillion Mora coins a year to hire us. We cannot refuse this price."

"One trillion Mora coins a year?" Even Tiram felt a little nervous when he heard this number. This is equivalent to 40 billion Mora coins. He could even buy a magical man of about level 2. Who would hire a bodyguard at such a price? Is it because of too much money or is there a problem with his brain?

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

"Your boss?" At this time, Tiram's eyes fell on Fang Jueyu. He breathed a sigh of relief. He originally thought Fang Jueyu was coming to cause trouble.

The real boss behind Tiram will not come out to sell slaves in person, so if the slave tribesmen come to seek revenge, the land must be Tiram. He just thought Fang Jueyu was just a person who came to avenge his tribe members, but now it seems that it is not.

"It turns out that I'm here to discuss business," Tiram sat down again in his seat, and a massage sofa made of skins from unknown creatures also slid behind Fang Jueyu on its own. "Please sit down, this guest."

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

"What do you call a guest?" Tiram usually doesn't use such a respectful and polite attitude to ordinary guests. But now his two bodyguards are in a state of turmoil. Fang Jueyu's fists are much harder than him, so he naturally cannot use that condescending attitude.

Moreover, if someone takes one trillion Mora coins, such a person is definitely of great origin. He can't afford to offend him, and the boss behind him may not be able to.

"Host, don't use your real name. Try not to disclose your true information in this black market." Xiao Yi reminded.

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

"I understand," a bad smile flashed across Fang Jueyu's face.

"My name is Ma Yun, I come from the Shenhao Civilization."

"What a domineering name," although I don't know what these two words mean, but this name is quite powerful when read. As for this god-rich civilization, although Tiram has never heard of it, it should be a very powerful civilization of level 4 or above, right?

"Mr. Ma, since you are here to discuss business, you should come with sincerity. Why should you buy my bodyguard in this way?" Tiram was a little puzzled. He offended people before he even started this business. There are still people in the world who do business like this?

"Hahaha, let's not hide it from Mr. Tiram, I have been a little timid since I was a child. This time I came to Moral Civilization and did not bring my own bodyguard. If I came to discuss this business with Mr. Tiram alone, I would always feel less secure."

Tiram twitched the corner of his mouth, and because he felt insecure, 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 cannot be underestimated.

"Since Mr. Ma is here to discuss business, let's get back to the topic. Since Mr. Ma has come to me here at Tiram, he must know what business I do."

"That's of course. This time I'm looking for Mr. Tiram to buy a batch of slaves."

"A batch?" Tiram's eyes lit up. "I don't know what kind of slaves Mr. Ma wants. I'm not boasting. Not to mention this black market, even on the entire Molar home planet, there is no bigger slave merchant than Tiram."

"I want a group of slaves at the level of God-powered people. I wonder if Mr. Tiram is for sale here?" Fang Jueyu asked directly.

"It's indeed a big business!" Tiram was immediately excited when he heard these three words. Although the business of this divine power person is not easy to do, the profit is the largest. Even the weakest divine power person is more than 10 billion universe coins.

The cosmic slaves are almost without capital. In addition to the relatively high price of slave controllers, the boss behind Tiram can earn about 5 billion Universe coins, and Tiram can earn at least hundreds of million Universe coins.

"Mr. Ma, you are looking for the right person for me, Tiram," Tiram's fingers slashed in the void, and a holographic screen directly struck Fang Jueyu.

"Mr. Ma, the strength of warriors of different races in the universe varies greatly, and the prices will fluctuate greatly. You can choose it first. This is the information of all the Divine Power Level slaves in my inventory."

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

He clicked on a message about a race.

The information on the first page is a slave called the Wind Demon Clan. The Wind Demon Clan warriors are slender in size, with a faint blue skin, and sharp exoskeletons growing on their elbows and knees. They are a race that is extremely good at fighting.

"Host, this Wind Demon Clan is a very famous race. They are present in many areas of the universe. Their combat power is very strong. Every individual has the peak strength of the source energy person after adulthood."

"We have only cultivated so many source energy people when we work hard. Their adulthood is the peak of source energy people? They are really God's favorites!"

"No wonder, some powerful races can even have the strength of the controller after adulthood. Those races are extremely powerful!"

"This price is really not cheap!" Fang Jueyu glanced at the first-level of the God-Energy, the price of the first-level of the God-Energy is 1.2 trillion-level of the second-level of the 2.5 trillion-level of the third-level of the 5 trillion-level of the 4th-level of the 12 trillion-level of the 7th-level of the price directly soared to 120 trillion-level of the Mora!

"Host, this price is very worth it! The warriors of the Wind Demon Clan can surpass one or two small realms against warriors of most races, and you can buy them all! Even if it is useless in the future, it is still OK to stay on the earth to protect the safety of the earth."

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

"I want it all?" Tyram felt that he was almost turning into a repeater today. Mr. Long Aotian said something amazing, and he had to make sure again and again.

"The 36 people from the Scytheater tribe are also needed."

"There are also 102 slaves from the White Feather Clan."

"Those are needed too!"

"It's all!"

Fang Jueyu slipped down one by one. The number of cosmic slaves in Tiram's hands was indeed quite high, 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 were almost stunned. They came to the slave market to buy cosmic slaves to be servant bodyguards and thugs. Mr. Long Aotian from Ritian Civilization is here to wholesale and purchase goods!
Chapter completed!