"I know you think my price is a little too high!" Lin Qi looked coldly at these unfortunate captives and slowly sighed. "But most of you are demigod-level beings! I imagine raising a demigod isn't easy, is it? Especially since you are all elders of your respective races. If they refuse to ransom you back, then I can only reduce you to slaves."
With a cruel, icy smile, Lin Qi said chillingly, "Slaves... ah, it seems the face of your races won't be preserved."
The high-ranking aliens collapsed to the ground as though their parents had died. They no longer had even the strength to struggle. Yes—if they were reduced to slaves, it would not only damage their own reputations; the reputations of their respective races would be utterly ruined as well. For the sake of their races' prestige, it seemed they could only do their utmost to demand that their clans ransom them back. But the price Lin Qi had named was simply too insane.
Before these people could recover from the shock of the astronomical figure he had quoted, Lin Qi stepped on Eagle God Igor, who lay at his feet, once more. Smiling pleasantly, he nodded at the alien leaders. "Also, I have a god worshipped by the Odin Temple here. How much is he worth... I think your people ought to show a certain degree of sincerity!"
A cold glint flashed through his eyes as Lin Qi said gravely, "If the price you offer cannot satisfy me, then... I think I can still find some sufficiently crazy noble ladies on the Western Continent! I imagine they would gladly spend a fortune to do something to our adorable Lord Igor."
The aliens jerked their heads up in horror. What did Lin Qi mean? What was he trying