Chapter 24: Plundering

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  The nobles in the dungeon are about to meet Death himself, and there's no way out of this! Even if it means death, they have to die with dignity! Since becoming the upper class, when have they ever suffered such a terrible ordeal?!

  They all nodded in agreement, saying that these worthless things on their bodies were free for the Venerable to take. Moreover, they all hated themselves for not recognizing a great figure, and for offending the Mage Association and the Great Mage Xilang, which was truly a crime punishable by death!

  Gua's dignified nod, controlling the ice claws, brought those twenty-five nobles, along with their horses, into the castle and settled them in a cellar.

  As expected, the den was warm and cozy, with a steaming hot pot of stew that smelled terrible but tasted amazing, and a loaf of black bread so hard it could break teeth. The nobles ate like they had never tasted anything so delicious before, slurping and chomping away, and this meal would likely stay in their memories forever, impossible to erase.

  Soon, these nobles all caught their breath, a row of dog-headed men walked in, holding weapons and looking at them with ill intentions.

  "Food, food, it's all said and done, everything, on the body, on the body, everything!!!" The dog-headed man's barking-like universal language was especially annoying to listen to. But looking at the dog-headed man's weapon, the ice-clawed monster outside, and the deadly weather outside, these nobles lowered their noble heads.

  They exchanged a glance, and not one of the nobles made a move to remove their equipment. None of them dared to make a move against the Dog-Headed Men. However, in an instant, several long spears were thrust over. The nobles hastily began to frantically remove their equipment, including ancestral Bright Light Armor, Permanently Enchanted Ritual Rings, and large steel broadswords, as well as various silk-thread embroidered pouches, all of which were thrown to the ground and picked up by the Dog-Headed Men.

  Soon, only a group of naked nobles were left in the den, and then the den was covered with a lid. The dog-headed people left one after another.

  After a long time, there was no more news coming, and the nobles finally breathed a sigh of relief. In order to avoid embarrassment, some nobles began to talk. It is not clear whether it was this desperate situation that made them put aside their prejudices and grudges, but they became more and more intimate in their conversation, even forming a new alliance.

  Because they were afraid of the law enforcers' surveillance, they didn't discuss much about how to deal with this new powerful sorcerer.

  In their conversation, Guagua learned that at the southern end of the Vasar Basin, in the only large city of Darsolri, there lived an earl who monopolized the only commercial road to the south, the Bloodstone Path. All bloodstones excavated from Vasar could only be sold to the south through this path. Another road passing through the dwarf territory was almost impossible to take due to the extremely bad relationship between humans and dwarves in Vasar, so this trade route had been cut off decades ago. This human earl, compared to the greedy earth spirit, ruthlessly took away most of the taxes, making what was originally a lucrative bloodstone business as unprofitable as selling potatoes.

  The impoverished nobles have gone mad and will lose their minds to rob a wizard.

  Lamenting this loss, the nobles are again considering how to deal with the annual Earl's tax, a sorrowful sigh.

  The next day, all the spoils of war were delivered over.

  From the composition of the spoils, these nobles were really poor to the extreme. The spoils included grains, barley, semi-new fabrics, a small amount of white silver, crystal, and some bloodstone. These things were all placed in the warehouse, with Ice Claw responsible for guarding them.

  The act of sending over the spoils of war indicates that the nobles have temporarily conceded defeat and will not launch another attack in the short term, also giving Gougu a breather.

  It's clear they didn't have a choice but to continue fighting back.

  After receiving the spoils of war, Guagua had Dog Head people give these nobles some smelly animal hides to cover their shameful parts, so they could return from then on.

  After sending off the nobles, Guagua let out a sigh of relief and released her hands from the crystal ball, falling to sit on the floor, not wanting to move even one finger again.

  After a short wait, Guagua returned to the first floor and walked towards the training place of his fifty-man squad. At this moment, the entire squad was in intense training.

  Defeating humans also gets these dog-headed people, who have never been to battle before, excited. Dog-headed people especially like to discriminate against those weaker races than them, generally speaking, they discriminate against dwarves and gnomes, whose combat strength is quite poor, as for humans, it's the farther the better.

  This time, Xilangning was only willing to send out ten trained Dog Head warriors and refused to dispatch these hardworking people, also with such consideration. I'm afraid that before the battle even begins, their own camp will collapse.

  Under the situation where morale is rising and falling, the outcome is even more unpredictable.

  Gua looked at the group of boiling dog-headed people, faintly backhanded, pointing out one by one the non-standard places in their training, and raised the standardization of the training a lot. The medals on his chest, the blue electric current flashing chain armor, and the key that flashed with mysterious light, all made Gua's body carry infinite mysterious pressure.

  As these dog-headed men gazed at him with admiration, Gua also puffed out his chest, put on a dignified air, and swaggered past the crowd.

  In his previous life, Guagua was just an ordinary demon, without any special bloodline or talent. When he entered the mortal world, he was also an ordinary third-rate university student. In order to pass through the heavenly tribulation smoothly, he didn't become a high-ranking official, nor did he have any romantic entanglements or cause any trouble. He was truly a good gentleman, always following the principle of keeping a low profile and doing things steadily and surely, rising up quietly. He had never tried standing in the spotlight of people's admiration.

  It's mainly because the previous world was also a peaceful one, whether it was the Cultivation Realm or the Mortal Realm, both had powerful laws and law enforcement agencies in place. As long as you abided by the law and didn't infringe on the interests of those above, there was no need to fear anything.

  Since obtaining the Heavenly Dragon's aura and crossing over to this world, he has been in constant danger, with the law of the jungle forcing him to become stronger if he wants to survive. He must stand on others' heads to achieve his goals. In just three short years, he has transformed from a lowly dog-headed person in a small tribe to a mid-ranking officer in a small castle, wielding power over hundreds of people and enjoying the vanity of being revered.