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High Martial: After 18 Years of Silence, My First Word Makes Me a God
Chapter 312

King's Treasury

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"To go or not to go?"

"The outcome of this deal depends entirely on the two of you."

In the narrow, dimly lit room, a man stood with his back to everyone.

He was wearing a white suit, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone and the sleeves rolled up to his knuckles.

He swirled the decanter in his hand, poured the red wine into a stemmed glass, and then turned around.

It was a mature face, with a meticulously combed slicked-back hairstyle.

He raised his glass and gave a slight toast to the two people sitting opposite him.

"And I... merely played a role in fueling it all."

Snap!

"Gao Qiu, you still love to court death. You even dare to take money from us?"

The Nightmare tapped on the wooden table in front of him.

The candle on the table flickered, its flame turning bright and dim, as if it might go out at any moment, just like his patience at that moment.

"Hahaha! Indeed, the world is just a giant makeshift operation!"

Beside him, the Clown covered his face and let out a grotesque laugh, chugging beer down his throat as he mocked.

"A dignified Merchant, the twelfth seat of the Desolate God Society, carrying out the orders of the Evil God, actually has to ask his own teammates for money?"

"I've never seen anything like this before! You dare disobey even the decree of the Evil God?"

However, just as the Clown was about to forcefully pry open the second bottle of beer, Nightmare snatched the bottle from his hand.

"You're such a love-struck fool, you're no better than that unscrupulous businessman!"

Nightmare roared in fury.

Then, Nightmare's red eyes, hidden in the Black Qi, stared at the middle-aged man opposite him.

The man before me is named Gao Qiu.

To the outside world, he was the richest man in the Dragon Xia Imperial City and the Minister of War, who commanded a million soldiers.

It can be said that all military power in the entire Dragon Xia Imperial City is currently in the hands of this person.

According to the original plan, the core members of the Desolate God Society should have gathered at Deep Pool Fortress.

But when the Nightmare arrived, it didn't even find a trace of Gao Qiu; instead, it only encountered Gao Qiu's good-for-nothing nephew.

Left with no other choice, Nightmare had to condescend to personally infiltrate the Dragon Xia Imperial City with the Clown to find him.

"I'm asking you one last time: are you going to intercept the Dragon God or not?!"

Dense Black Qi surged from Nightmare's body, swirling and probing around Gao Qiu's body.

Faced with this blatant threat, Gao Qiu showed no fear.

He swirled his wine glass, then simply shook his head.

"I already answered you from the beginning."

Gao Qiu took a sip of red wine and chuckled, "If you want me to go, of course I can."

"But as a Merchant, I never do business at a loss."

"I don't need to elaborate on how terrifying the Dragon God's power is; it's unfathomable."

"I don't want to go and get myself killed for nothing."

"Besides... you've only come today to verbally convey the message of that [Sage]."

Gao Qiu wiped his mouth, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"But I... have never personally received any direct orders from that person!"

"That's impossible! The Sage clearly said that you would participate in this siege against the Dragon God!"

The Nightmare growled.

"No matter what you say, I haven't received any core messages."

"As a savvy Merchant, I have no reason to lie to you about such an easily debunked lie."

Gao Qiu sneered and straightened his suit.

"Furthermore, before you arrived, I had already sent my nephew Gao Nantong to Shenchi to deal with the pirate forces in Zhao'an."

"I have already used my pieces."

"If you can't offer me a satisfactory deal today, such as the headquarters' treasure vault..."

"Or perhaps it's the Sage's instruction... then please proceed."

As he finished speaking, Gao Qiu slowly tilted the wine glass in his hand.

The wine glass slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Bite!

With the sound of shattering glass, the surrounding darkness receded, revealing a new scene!

The originally cramped room crumbled into a magnificent golden palace in an instant!

Countless treasures and weapons were displayed on both sides of the corridor.

There are top-grade Spirit Artifact, and even more top-grade Weird Artifact!

In the very center of the main hall stood a dragon throne carved with a giant dragon!

With a flick of his long sleeves, Gao Qiu transformed the wooden table in front of him into a red official robe, which he draped over his white suit.

Welcome to... my domain, [The King's Treasury]!

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