The Red Soil Continent was firmly ruled by the Elemental Tide. All rules of survival seemed bestowed by the tide, yet some invisible rules could often escape its constraints.
For example, women.
It seemed every living being had an instinctive interest in this glamorous, dazzling species.
Once those gorgeous pictures were displayed, they spread across the entire continent like a plague, impossible to stop.
"Scum!"
Almost every living being cursed viciously, yet their eyes gleamed with envy. They wished they could replace Rooney and become the master of that circular plaza.
"What a waste! Just give me one of the ones lying on the ground!"
"Exactly. Toss any one of them into a slave market and she'd fetch seven or eight hundred gold coins. This is practically a treasure vault."
"I can't take it, I can't take it. How the hell did this guy manage it?"
"An idol! Simply the idol of us men! The Human Race is incredible, to have raised such an awesome councilman."
Across the Red Soil Continent, nearly every living being sighed over the same newspaper. In less than a day, the sales of the Oak Daily had risen thirty-sevenfold and were still climbing madly.
The Oak Daily used the simplest method: pasting up photographs and adding vivid descriptions beneath them, such as 'little blue-scaled fish,' 'the seventh beauty of the Silver Dwarves,' 'Dwarf princess,' and 'wet beauty.'
These were not baseless rumors. They had been clearly labeled on Rooney's shelves.
As for those lying scattered in a heap, who could not be identified, a few suggestive words were added as well.
Li Ziran had thoroughly witnessed the magic of words. This was definitely a power more terrifying than elements. With only a little embellishment, it could stir the desires buried deep within living beings' hearts.