After Tyrell, Ruffart, and a few other Holy Church's charlatans left, Huang Long used his unwell body to get away from his parents. He also knew that his rejection of the Holy Church's "grand invitation" would disappoint and worry his parents.
However, this was something that could not be helped.
Huang Long returned to his courtyard and recalled the sinister smile on Tai Ruo's face. A cold killing intent flashed across his eyes.
An Arch-Cardinal? The fact that the Pope had allowed him to come to the auction of the magic sword showed how much importance he placed on Tai Ruo. Huang Long was curious to know how the Holy See and the entire Hengyuan Continent would react if Tai Ruo died.
The Arch-Cardinal was second only to the Pope and above everyone else. His status was revered, and he was the true pillar of support for the upper echelons of the Church. If he died, the entire Hengyuan Continent would probably fall into disarray.
However, for now, Huang Long did not want to kill him. He wanted to wait for him to leave the Lu Tong Kingdom and return to the Holy Mountain before killing him. Then, Huang Long would make him die in an 'accident'.
Not long after Huang Long returned to his courtyard, the people from the slave market sent over ten Beastman slaves and the skinny old man.
Before they were sent over, the trading market had already dressed these slaves up. The skinny old man was also wearing a clean robe, and his loose hair was tied up. He looked very energetic.
Huang Long came to the front of the ten orc slaves. Although Huang Long had grown a lot recently, compared to the tall orcs who were nearly two meters tall, Huang Long, a six-year-old child, was a little " small."
Huang Long didn't choose these ten Beastmen randomly. After inspecting them with his divine sense, he found that these ten Beastmen were very suitable for practicing the Black Tortoise Chant.
The Black Tortoise spell, one of the four spirits of Pan Gu world, was a top-grade magic.
"I want to choose one of you to lead the others.”Huang Long said.
The ten orcs looked at their master, who was said to be only six years old. Their expressions were indifferent, as if they were unmoved.
Huang Long's eyes were filled with a smile." In the future, this person will receive five gold coins a month like the other guards of the Huang Residence.”
Five gold coins! The ten orcs looked at their master in disbelief. They were excited and their eyes were burning.
Five gold coins was already a considerable amount of wealth for the commoners of Hengyuan Continent. The average commoner's monthly expenditure was around one or two gold coins. The average servant girl serving the nobles only had two gold coins a month. The average guards in the mansion had more. As for the slaves who were bought back, their lives were very cheap. Sometimes, they were even worse than a pig gong beast. It was already good enough to have food and shelter, let alone income.
However, the owner in front of them had just said that they could receive five gold coins a month! Although it was just one person, it still gave them hope.
"Master, is that true?" Among the ten Beastmen, a young Beastman with a particularly tall figure said.
"If I say one, I mean one, and if I say two, I mean two. Besides the leader, the other nine people can also receive two gold coins a month.”Huang Long said indifferently.
The ten orcs were in an uproar. The way they looked at their master, Yellow Dragon, changed again and again.
To Huang Long, money was just a worldly possession, but that did not mean that it was the same for others.
These Beastman slaves also had families. Not to mention two gold coins, even one gold coin a month could save their families from the predicament of starvation.
After that, things became simple. Huang Long had his guard Ling Zhi bring the ten orcs to the training grounds.
In this world, only those with strength had the right to speak.
At that time, the only orc who could stand up on the training field would be their leader.
Watching the guard Ling Zhi bring the ten orcs to the training ground, Huang Long turned around and saw the thin old man looking at him with interest.
"Saint-level magus, right?" Huang Long stared at the skinny old man and said word by word.
The skinny old man's body trembled, and his face was filled with shock. This little brat before him could actually tell that he was a Saint-level Magician?
Unbelievable! He had been wondering why this little wimp was willing to spend so many gold coins to buy him back. He did not expect it to be like this!
"How could you tell?" At this moment, Borg's smile was no longer on his face. Instead, he looked at Huang Long with a solemn expression. He really wanted to know the reason.
"This question is not important." "The most important thing is that I can help you recover your strength."”
"What?! You, you!" Borg, who had a solemn expression before, was now in shock. He could not believe it. More than ten years ago, he had been severely injured by his opponent and could not gather his magic power. In the past ten years, he had used all kinds of methods to recover his strength, and even his good friend, a Sacred Warrior, could not do anything about it. However, this child in front of him actually said that he could help him recover his strength.
What surprised him was that the other party could actually see through his injuries.
Was the other party really just a six-year-old child?
After recovering from his shock, he couldn't help but look at the six-year-old child in front of him again. Although he was bought by this little brat from the slave market, he was still a Sanctuary-realm powerhouse after all. He wasn't like those Beastman slaves who would recognize a little brat as their master.
After a second look, he realized that this six-year-old child was really different from the other children. His eyes were as deep as the stars, and he had an indifferent expression. He stood there casually, but he gave off an elegant and otherworldly feeling.
Huang Long didn't say anything else. He looked at the skinny old man in front of him quietly. He was also surprised when he saw the identity of the old man in the slave market that morning. He was a Sanctuary-realm Magician. Although he was a crippled Sanctuary-realm Magician, the old man was once a Sanctuary-realm Contender. Moreover, he saw the cause of the old man's injuries, so he spent a lot of money to buy the old man back.
He was confident that he would be able to heal the other party's injuries within a month. At that time, he would have another Saint by his side.
If word got out that he had bought a Sanctuary-realm expert with 1,000 gold coins, the entire Hengyuan Continent would be shocked!
"If you can really help me recover my strength, I, Borg, will follow you forever in the name of the Goddess of Earth.”After a while, Borg took a deep breath and said slowly.
He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Although it was somewhat unacceptable for a Saint like him to follow a six-year-old child, it was no longer important to him since the other party could help him recover his strength.
Over the past ten years, after he had turned from a Saint to an ordinary person, the ridicule of his friends, the betrayal of his family, and even the weaklings who had bowed and respected him in the past had all given him their saliva, allowing him to taste the warmth and coldness of the human world.
For more than ten years, he had gone from initial perseverance to disappointment and finally despair. He did not expect that the heavens would let him see hope again.
"Alright." Huang Long nodded. He had been waiting for the other party to say this.
From then on, Huang Long's Sanctuary army had one more member.
Two Saint-level Magical Companions and a Saint-level Magician, three Saint-levels!
It seemed that the royal palace of the Lutong Kingdom only had three Saints.
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