23: Chapter 23 The New King of the Barbarians

"Lord Loren, this meat is from a unicorn python, two thousand currency per jin, it contains very rich magic power, please have a taste..."

"This is the meat of a berserk giant lizard, five thousand currency per jin..."

"This is one-eyed rhinoceros..."

"This is..."

In the Jasmine Chamber of Commerce, Robert and Arnold were sweating profusely as they brought in various precious magical beast meats from outside, while Loren sat in front of the round table, his face pale, eating frantically.

Plate after plate of roasted meat was devoured by him as if being poured into a bottomless pit.

His exaggerated digestive power caused the meat he ate to disappear in just a few minutes.

It wasn't until a servant of the Jasmine Chamber of Commerce came to inform Robert that there was no more magical beast meat in the warehouse that Loren had to stop.

Even though he had eaten so much, his whole body was still limp.

It was as if he had been "seven times a night" for ten consecutive days; his whole body was weak, his eyes were dizzy, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Loren leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, saying weakly.

"Those Barbarians... when will they be sent to the Jasmine Chamber of Commerce??"

"Lord Loren, the manager of the Black Feather Chamber of Commerce, out of respect for your strength, specifically found a priest to treat those Barbarians. It is expected that they will recover by more than half by tonight, and they will be sent over then."

Robert's eyes were full of worship and respect as he looked at Loren.

He was also a Gold Rank warrior, but he could clearly recognize that if he were to face the Barbarian Chief alone, he would definitely not be able to hold out for three minutes.

Yet now, Loren had instantly killed the Barbarian Chief with absolute violent force, which meant that dealing with him would just be a wave of the hand.

The other party was only Silver Rank!!

His inner respect for his status had shifted to respect for both his status and strength.

One must maintain sufficient respect when dealing with the strong; this was the first rule of survival in the Nuoer Main Plane, an eternal iron law.

Loren felt the weakness coming from his body and felt a sense of life being meaningless.

Defeating a Gold Rank warrior with Silver Power was satisfying, but the aftereffects of using the S-rank skill—Demon Berserk—were also extremely exaggerated.

In addition, he had used the S-rank secret technique of the Bauhinia Breathing Technique—Steel-Breaking Slash—which further increased his overdraft.

So after his fighting spirit faded, he was carried back...

He wouldn't be able to use force for at least three days now, and if he wanted to resist a Gold Rank warrior like he did today, it would be at least a week later.

However, everything was worth it.

"Ding~ Mission—Impossible Conquest, completed. Reward: Barbarian's allegiance, issued."

Those strong Barbarians would become the battle blades in his hands from now on.

Another gain was that Loren realized from this mission that the system issued missions based on his actual state, not randomly, which gave him food for thought.

Fiana, with her cold temperament, stood to the side watching the dying Loren, feeling annoyed, and said with a straight, cold face.

"Hmph, treat this as a lesson for you this time. If something had gone wrong, I don't think you would be able to stuff your face here!"

Although she was amazed by the shocking combat power Loren displayed during the battle, when this guy fell limp into her arms, no one could describe the panic and anxiety in her heart at that moment.

So it was no wonder she couldn't give him a good look.

Loren turned his head to look at the girl suppressing her anger and grinned.

"If I had sent you up at that time, I wouldn't have had to put in so much effort. You say you don't even know how to take the initiative to share my worries..."

?!!

Fiana was instantly furious, wishing she could kick him twice.

Who was it that stopped her from making a move?

Who was it that told her to trust him?

This jerk!!

After snorting a few times and still being unable to get over it, the girl simply decided not to look at him, glared at him, and turned to leave.

Arnold stood to the side, looking at his nose and heart, as if he hadn't heard anything. After Fiana left, he said with exaggerated worship.

"Lord Loren, you were truly heroic today! You didn't see it, but those noble ladies nearby had eyes that were practically glowing when they saw you!! If you had stayed behind, you would definitely have had a pleasant night tonight! I swear, if I were those ladies, I would definitely fall in love with you!!"

Loren's mood had just improved a little, but he was disgusted by these words.

He looked at the skinny Bronze Thief with extreme disdain.

"Get lost!! Go urge the Black Feather Chamber of Commerce to send the Barbarians immediately. If I don't see them tonight, I'll make you duel those Barbarians one-on-one!!"

Arnold's face stiffened. Thinking of those fierce, muscular men, and then looking at his own thin body, he immediately chickened out.

This was forcing a man to do the impossible...

After Arnold left, Loren turned to look at Robert.

"The Barbarians have been sent, you go and choose a set of suitable armor for them. Does the Chamber of Commerce have anyone dealing in the arms and armor trade?"

Robert responded quickly.

"The main business of the Black Stone Chamber of Commerce is weapons and armor. I have already sent someone to notify them, and they will send people to measure the Barbarians..."

"What is the current market situation for armor?"

"Lord Loren, armor is divided into S, A, B, C, and D, a total of five grades. Above A-grade is transcendent armor, the price is extremely expensive, and S is a legendary existence; there is currently no sale on the market. Currently, the Chamber of Commerce only sells B, C, and D grade armor. Among them, B-grade armor is 1 million currency per set, C-grade armor is 500,000 currency per set, D-grade armor is 200,000 currency per set, and armor without grade is about 50,000 currency per set."

Loren's mouth twitched as he listened.

He spent 15 million currency to buy 120 Barbarians.

He spent 1 million to buy 67 human slaves at the Jasmine Chamber of Commerce.

With a total fund of 25 million, only 9 million was left now.

Calculating by D-grade armor and weapons, it would take 200,000 currency to equip one Barbarian.

Even if he spent all his money, he could only equip 45 Barbarians...

Damn, this is too little.

Loren's eyelids twitched; these 20-plus million were not enough to spend.

"Equip these 120 Barbarians each with a piece of ungraded armor. Of the remaining 3 million, use 1 million to purchase food and other daily necessities... keep the other 2 million in reserve."

He thought he could have a good time after earning 25 million, but he didn't expect that after going around in a circle, he returned to the starting point.

"Yes, Lord Loren."

Robert didn't dare to say anything when he heard this. After that scene at the slave market, Loren's prestige had been firmly established.

He immediately arranged for people to go down and execute the order.

Watching Robert busily going down, Loren felt a little better.

His biggest purpose in forming the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, besides making money, was to have someone who could help him handle things when such a situation arose.

He only needed to give orders, and the people in the Chamber of Commerce would get things done properly without him needing to expend extra energy.

Moreover, because the procurement of supplies was done from the chambers within the alliance, it allowed the members of the chamber to benefit, so they would be more attentive when handling things.

So from this perspective, his formation of the Chamber Alliance could be called killing many birds with one stone.

Not only did he gain a large sum of money out of thin air, but he also gained a large number of people he could command and the network of contacts built by these chambers.

More importantly, these chambers were now his partners on the surface, but as he became stronger, the other party would also become an extra extension of his power.

And the chambers that joined the Alliance were happy about it.

So Loren was very satisfied with his first layout in Decker City, and it was no exaggeration to describe it as a stroke of genius.

Resting until evening, suddenly there was a noise in the front yard, and then a servant came to report.

"Master Loren, the Barbarians have been sent. President Robert asks you to go over."

After speaking, he pushed over a wheelchair that had just been purchased.

This world is full of crises, and there are often injured and disabled adventurers, so wheelchairs are not rare things.

Loren waved his hand; his withered body had recovered some strength after resting.

He stood up with weak legs and walked slowly toward the front yard.

A moment later, Loren, who was paler than someone who had indulged in excess, arrived at the front yard.

At this time, a group of Barbarians covered in gauze, bruised and swollen, looked at the slowly approaching Loren with an extremely complex expression.

It was this demon who looked weak and wind-blown who had knocked them all down by himself, and that was in a Silver Rank state.

Barbarians live in bitter and cold places, and only the most powerful leaders can lead them to survive, so their worship of the strong is greater than other races.

And Loren, who had knocked everyone down in the violent way they recognized the most, undoubtedly gained the approval of these Barbarians.

The nobles who wanted to conquer them before always relied on high levels to beat low levels, which made them extremely disdainful, so they had no intention of submitting at all.

Only this monster, Loren, exceeded everyone's imagination.

Loren grinned and smiled at the group of people.

"Mountain Barbarians, from today on, you will become the army of the Grey Eagle Territory, commanded by me personally!"

"Where is your chief?"

After the words fell, the Barbarians' shoulders were pushed aside, and the Barbarian Chief, two meters tall and with a body like a little giant, appeared.

The Barbarian Chief, who had been bloody and only had a human shape just now, had recovered seven or eight percent of his aura at this time, obviously having been rescued by the priest.

Loren's face was pale, his weak body seemed ready to fall at any time, but his eyes were as sharp as blades, looking directly into the Barbarian Chief's eyes.

Without flinching.

Comparing the momentum of the two, it seemed as if the Barbarian Chief, who was as strong as a rhinoceros, was the one in a weak state.

Fiana stared closely at the Barbarian Chief, her body tensed to the limit; as long as the other party dared to make any untoward move, she would definitely draw her sword and go up at the first moment.

The two just stared at each other, and the air suddenly became quiet.

After a long time, the Barbarian Chief, with his terrifying momentum, slowly lowered his head, and then, under the gaze of everyone, knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Lord Loren, your strength has won our approval. The Frost Tribe is willing to join the Grey Eagle Territory and become your subordinates."

More than a hundred Barbarians behind him also slowly bent down at this moment, knelt on one knee, and punched their right hand against their chests.

The Mountain Barbarians, who do not fear death and never yield, surrendered to their new king with the most humble posture at this moment.

At this moment, the pale-faced boy with an extremely weak body.

In the eyes of everyone around, he was full of fascinating personal charm.

Perhaps some people are born to be leaders.

Fiana slowly loosened her hand on the hilt of her sword, and a hint of warmth appeared in her cold eyes.

Perhaps she was not wrong to agree to the Grand Duke of Bauhinia in the first place.