One soul of the highest quality = 100 high-grade souls = 10,000 medium-grade souls = 100,000 low-grade souls = 1,000,000 minute-grade souls = 10,000,000 souls of the weakest grade.
Only certain exceptional holy spirits or evil spirits could reach the highest grade. They could only be encountered by chance, not sought out.
High-grade souls were much more common, mostly belonging to powerful, intelligent beings.
Dragons, Titans, and certain powerful humanoids all fell into this category.
Medium-grade souls belonged to ordinary humans, Elves, and the like.
Low-grade souls belonged to creatures such as kobolds, which possessed some intelligence, but not much, as well as certain magical beasts.
Minute-grade souls belonged to wild beasts such as lions, tigers, wolves, and deer.
The lowest grade belonged to certain small domesticated livestock.
Fifty Medium Souls.
That meant the souls of fifty humans.
For an ordinary person, that was no small number.
But for Xiluo, who controlled a city with over three hundred thousand people, nearly four hundred thousand, it was nothing at all.
However.
Xiluo had just learned from Pake that this thing had side effects.
Still, if it merely shortened one's lifespan, that was nothing to a dragon.
Xiluo was very interested in trading for one to take a look.
So he said:
"Fifty Medium Souls? Fine.
"But I need a little time to prepare. Let's meet again in two hours."
Xiluo said.
"No problem at all." The Pleasure Demon smiled.
At that moment, Number Three, the fellow beside them who called himself a Lionfolk, could not help saying:
"Your draconic excellency... what do you think of my invitation?
"Fifty sheep a month is no small number. Surely that should satisfy your appetite?"
Was this fellow ever going to stop?
I am the lord of an entire city.
*Would I play house with