The merchants' frenzy lasted a full hour before everyone's enthusiasm finally began to fade. It was already past noon, and over a hundred merchant associations sent Ye Luo invitations to lunch, but he declined them all. That was because he had spotted a nobleman—a nobleman he had been planning to visit: Count Nicholas.
However, Viscount Nicholas was standing beside Qiqikar. Standing alongside Qiqikar was also Deputy Minister Durumen.
Ye Luo stepped out from the crowd of merchants and, under countless watchful eyes, walked over to Qiqikar's side.
"What's he going over there for? To provoke them?" Brady could not help asking. Teresi's eyes widened. Honestly, given Ye Luo's temperament, he really might do something like that. The two hurried to Ye Luo's side, only relaxing once they heard him speaking with Nicholas.
"That's right. I enjoy collecting the bloodlines of lifeforms from extinct races. I do indeed have more than a dozen pure-blooded Anti-Magic Race humans in my possession. But if Lord Ye Luo wishes to buy them, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult..." Nicholas exchanged a glance with Durumen and Qiqikar, then gave a sly grin.
"Oh? And what kind of difficulty would that be?" Ye Luo pretended not to know.
Nicholas put on an exceedingly troubled expression. "There are still quite a few mixed-blood Anti-Magic Race people on the black market, but fewer than a hundred pure-blooded descendants remain. They are now all held by major collectors. To preserve their pure bloodlines, they can only be bred among themselves. Once some are sold off, if the numbers of males and females become unbalanced, reproduction becomes a serious problem..."
Ye Luo could not be bothered to waste words with Nicholas. His psychic power told him that the Anti-Magic Race would be of tremendous help to the Zerg. Even