Linley and Yale (Seeking Follows)

"The two of you, this is the supreme membership card of the Dawson Chamber of Commerce. With this card, you receive a thirty percent discount on any goods from the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, and you may stay at any Huali Hotel for free."

Early the next morning, Mylun handed a black card to Hogg with a respectful expression.

Mylun still remembered the scene from last night when Hogg had come to find him, calmly taking out ten eighth-rank Magic Beast cores and stating he wished to sell them.

A business deal worth a million gold coins was not considered a major transaction for the Dawson Chamber of Commerce.

After all, the annual revenue of the Dawson Chamber of Commerce was calculated in the hundreds of millions.

However, the business of Magic Beast cores was different.

The price of low-rank Magic Beast cores was not high.

But once a Magic Beast reached the seventh rank, a qualitative change occurred.

In particular, what Hogg had brought out were eighth-rank Magic Beast cores.

Generally speaking, the strength of a Magic Beast is somewhat greater than that of a human, so most of those capable of killing an eighth-rank Magic Beast are ninth-rank warriors or magi.

Within the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, the number of seventh-rank warriors or magi was not small.

But eighth-rank warriors or magi were pitifully few.

As for ninth-rank warriors, the Dawson Chamber of Commerce only had a few retainers who had reached ninth-rank strength, and they were all warriors; there was not a single ninth-rank magus.

Regarding the Saint-level, the Dawson Chamber of Commerce maintained friendly relations with many Saint-level experts on the Yulan Continent.

But for the Dawson Chamber of Commerce to order a Saint-level expert to do something would be pure wishful thinking.

It was more like the Dawson Chamber of Commerce offered a large portion of its annual profits as tribute to certain Saint-level experts.

Strong individuals were exactly what the Dawson Chamber of Commerce desperately needed.

The father and son before him, whether they had relied on their own strength to kill an eighth-rank Magic Beast or possessed channels to obtain eighth-rank Magic Beast cores, were worth befriending by the Dawson Chamber of Commerce.

Most importantly, Mylun had heard some rumors last night.

A certain ninth-rank magus, who was on the verge of breaking through to the Saint-level, had taken a descendant of a rural noble as a disciple.

"The Dawson Chamber of Commerce, the number one chamber of commerce on the continent?" Hogg looked at the black card handed to him, his brows slightly raised. "In that case, many thanks."

Hogg did not refuse; the improvement in his strength had caused his inner state to begin to change as well.

Seeing Hogg accept the membership card, Mylun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then asked, "Are the two of you heading to participate in the magic aptitude test?"

"That's right." Hogg nodded and patted Linley on the shoulder. "My son is preparing to attend the magic aptitude test."

"What a coincidence." A smile instantly appeared on Mylun's face. "My nephew has traveled from out of town specifically to participate in the magic aptitude test. If you two don't mind, we can travel together."

As Mylun spoke, a luxurious carriage arrived at the entrance of the hotel.

A large, fat man whose frame was as wide as two people stepped out of the carriage first.

Following him, a child who was half a head shorter than Linley stepped out of the carriage.

"I am Munro Dawson, and this is my son, Yale Dawson." The large man smiled and greeted Hogg. "We are also going to participate in the magic aptitude test. If you don't mind, we can go together."

Hearing Munro's words, Hogg frowned slightly and glanced at Linley.

"No problem." Linley nodded, looking at Yale with curiosity. "My name is Linley, Linley Baruch. Nice to meet you."

For some reason, after seeing Yale, Linley felt he was quite agreeable.

This feeling was very strange; when you see someone for the first time, you just know that you will definitely get along with them.

"Nice to meet you." Yale walked up to Linley in a carefree manner to greet him. "Actually, I already passed the test before, but my uncle told me last night that a disciple of a ninth-rank magus was coming to take the test, so he told me to come over and see if I could get to know you. Is it you?"

It wasn't just Linley; Yale felt the same way at this moment.

Therefore, Yale sold out his father and uncle without hesitation.

Beside them, Munro and Mylun both had dark expressions, and Hogg's gaze toward the three of them became guarded.

Linley, on the other hand, didn't care about this at all and instead looked at Yale with interest.

"If there isn't anyone else who has recently been taken as a disciple by a ninth-rank magus, then it must be me." Linley said with a smile, casually draping his arm over Yale's shoulder. "Time is almost up, we should go."

"Let's go, let's go." Yale hurriedly pulled Linley toward the carriage. "I woke up early this morning and haven't even had breakfast yet. I'll grab a bite in the carriage, and after it's over, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Hogg watched as Linley and Yale climbed into the carriage with their arms around each other's shoulders, feeling somewhat stunned for a moment.

Ever since Linley began his warrior training, he rarely played with his peers.

The children in Wushan Town almost never had any common topics with Linley.

Hogg couldn't understand why Linley would be so enthusiastic about this Yale.

"Mr. Hogg." Munro had a smile on his face, his features almost squashed together. "It seems our sons are quite fated to meet. How about we go together?"

Although Hogg didn't understand why Linley was like this, he still nodded in agreement. "Then I'll trouble you."

Hogg and Munro deferred to each other before boarding the carriage.

Mylun watched the carriage drive away before waving to the guards at the hotel entrance.

"Go, find that guy who caused trouble last night." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Mylun's eyes. "Ask him if he has a grudge against the Baruch Clan, and then make him disappear completely."

Linley and Hogg were unaware of the arrangements made by Mylun.

The interior of the carriage was very spacious, two or three times larger than a normal carriage.

Even with Munro's physique sitting inside, it did not feel crowded.

"Come, come, try this." Yale handed Linley a piece of pastry. "This is made from the petals of the purple rose, a specialty of the Yulan Empire. I quite enjoy eating it."

The Yulan Empire!

Linley could not help but raise an eyebrow.

The Yulan Empire was not only a vast distance away from the Fenlai Kingdom, but the Magical Beast Mountain Range also stood between them.

The Dawson Chamber of Commerce was truly worthy of being the number one chamber of commerce on the continent.

Although it was the first time Linley and Yale had met, there was no awkwardness between them, though most of the time it was Yale talking and Linley listening.

"Mr. Hogg." Munro looked at Hogg sitting opposite him with a smile. "I will be direct. The Dawson Chamber of Commerce would like to invite Mr. Hogg to serve as a consultant for thirty million gold coins a year. Mr. Hogg would not need to pay any price. What do you think?"

Hearing the sum of thirty million gold coins, Hogg's heart could not help but skip a beat.

Yesterday, when they sold ten magical beast cores, the price Mylun gave was very high: 1.3 million gold coins.

The Dawson Chamber of Commerce was not only not making a profit, but they might even be losing some gold coins.

However, the gap between 1.3 million gold coins and 30 million gold coins was still a bit too large.

Most importantly, thirty million a year, and without having to bear any responsibilities.

However, it was only for a fleeting moment before Hogg regained his composure.

Thirty million gold coins was a lot, but for a Saint-level expert, it was far too cheap.

After all, as a Dragonblood Warrior, as long as he lived, he would eventually become a Saint-level powerhouse one day.

Hogg considered his own talent to be nothing special.

However, he was confident that he would become a Saint-level powerhouse within fifty years.

To bind himself to the Dawson Chamber of Commerce for a mere billion or so gold coins?

Hogg did not want to make that deal.

"My apologies, Mr. Munro." Hogg shook his head and refused. "I am just a rural noble; this price is too high. However, if the Dawson Chamber of Commerce needs any help in the future, you can tell Linley."

Hogg's meaning was clear: if Linley agreed to help the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, then he naturally had no objections.

But if Linley did not want to help, then Hogg would naturally not interfere.

As Linley's strength grew, Hogg's attitude toward him had gradually changed.

"No problem." Munro still wore a smile on his face and was not angry because of Hogg's refusal. "We have arrived at our destination. Let's get off!"