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Chapter 536: Chapter 418 Grey Green and Gold Coin_3 Chapter 536: Chapter 418 Grey Green and Gold Coin_3 She was a very typical gang member—uncultured and vulgar, never taking human life seriously, easily harming others, unable to save money or quietly earn it, despising the law yet valuing loyalty.

But she was different from other gang members… She clearly understood that such activities could not last and would eventually bring disaster.

Therefore, she had always been trying to “whitewash” these gang members.

Unfortunately, the Lohar Society was almost entirely in the grasp of Noble Red.

Her opinion alone didn’t count for much.

Because of Noble Red, because of the Rose Cross Society, because the Star Antimony people didn’t want the gang members controlled by the Lohar Society to have a chance at redemption.

And she lacked the intellect to contend with them… thus she could only choose silence.

Lie low, camouflage, seek opportunities.

Strike like a venomous snake, with a lethal blow.

—Aiwass didn’t actually know why she suddenly killed Tommy Lohar.

But one could guess… As a half-blood giant, Tommy was too closely linked to Noble Red.

And Miss Grey Green didn’t want the Lohar Society to become a tool in the hands of foreigners, or to be nothing more than a stepping stone and expendable resource for President Lohar to gather materials.

Or to put it more precisely, it wasn’t the Lohar Society— but the gangs it controlled.

So, at a time when the capital of Avalon was already completely under Star Antimony control, those gangs were still resisting the Star Antimony, enduring far longer than the regular army had.

Just like Hayna, who had become the leader of the “Hyena Gang” at that time.

She didn’t trust others.

Because those people would only use the lower-level gang members she cared about as consumables.

“…But you want me to take control of the Lohar Society.”

Aiwass said softly, reaching out to touch the crow on his shoulder, and didn’t turn back to look at Miss Grey Green: “May I take it, Miss Grey Green—that you believe I would give the lower-level gangs a chance.

A chance you cannot provide them.”

“Yes, Minister…”

“You guessed right, I can.”

Aiwass turned around, looking at Miss Grey Green.

With his back to the office window, Aiwass’s face was against the light.

But his pupils were faintly shimmering with a deep and bewitching purple glow.

“What can you offer for Avalon, then?”

Aiwass asked slowly, word by word.

Miss Grey Green seemed well-prepared, as she answered without hesitation: “Of course, the chance to completely change Avalon’s outdated society!”

“Oh?”

Under Aiwass’s curious gaze, Miss Grey Green raised her voice: “Allow me to introduce…

Mr.

Gold Coin!”

As her words fell, there was a knock at the door.

Aiwass likewise had not heard his footsteps—but since the Night Fiend didn’t give a warning, it meant he wasn’t an enemy.

So with Aiwass’s permission, “Mr.

Gold Coin” entered.

—It was a guest utterly beyond Aiwass’s expectations.

A distinguished visitor who should not have appeared in Avalon at this time, causing Aiwass to widen his eyes slightly.

The gentleman had dark green skin and was half the height of an average person.

His appearance was fierce, with prominent fangs, seemingly quite ugly.

He also had a dangerous madness about him, like that of a high-spirited gambler.

However, in contrast to his looks, he was dressed in a rather high-end suit and wore a black round top hat.

He appeared polite, with a calm and composed demeanor that completely contradicted the dangerous and insane aura about him.

A goblin.

In his hand, he held a pocket watch—a Transcendent item capable of concealing one’s presence.

“Caw!

Caw!”

The crow on Aiwass’s shoulder suddenly cawed.

The Night Fiend’s voice rang in Aiwass’s mind: “Be careful, master.

That is a Fifth Power Level strongman.”

“…It’s fine, I know him.”

Aiwass responded inwardly.

He stared at the goblin merchant and asked: “You are…

Mr.

Geront?”

“It’s a surprise, respected Minister Moriarty.”

The ugly and mad goblin emitted a calm and polite voice that was completely at odds with his appearance.

It was the most standard Avalonian, even with a Glass Island accent.

If described, it was like the kind of elegant and calm uncle’s voice that one would only encounter in animations: “You, who have never left Avalon, actually know my name.

“—Even Miss Grey Green doesn’t know my real name.”

“I have some friends overseas.”

Aiwass answered vaguely, “The reputation of the ‘Dragon-trader’ Geront, I believe, is quite significant.”

Just as his title implied.

This “Geront” was indeed the mount and pet merchant in the game.

He was generally active in the southern continent, a quite powerful Transcendent of the Path of Wisdom.

Rational, selfish, and cunning, one could even say he was…

rich enough to rival nations.

To put it nicely, he was engaged in “transoceanic life trade.”

To put it bluntly, he was a human trafficker.

The trolls of the southern continent were highly fertile, had tremendous vitality and strength, but were also of low intelligence.

Thus the goblins had established plantations in the southern continent, making the trolls labor.

They then sold the domesticated trolls to other countries as slaves.

Trolls ate the food of ten people, could do the heavy work of twenty, and they did not require wages.

Many frontier regions relied on trolls for their cultivation.

Aiwass suspected that it somehow involved the triangular trade.

It could even be said that the reason why Avalon had not managed to take the lead in the colonization and pioneer wave was because of the giants’ influence, which made the Avalonians extremely xenophobic.

Whether it was trolls or goblins…

as long as they weren’t elves, Avalonians were very averse to them.

This directly resulted in their inability to compete with other countries that had such tools as trolls.

Whether it was the Iris Flower people or the Star Antimony people, they would do business with goblin merchants.

The Iris Flower were recently engaging in some activities to abolish the monarchy, hence they couldn’t openly trade trolls…

but the Star Antimony needed a large amount of labor, ceremonial materials, test subjects, and corpses.

One could even say…

Star Antimony’s technology was able to develop so rapidly, largely due to the “troll” race.

In addition to trolls, Geront also sold some rare items.

For example, rare wild animals, rare Transcendent materials…

including living Transcendent creatures.

He had trafficked the Path of Love’s “Fairy,” and of course, he also sold the Son of the Moon.

He had sold fairies of the Path of Beauty, as well as gryphons of the Path of Authority.

The reason he was able to sell these without being pursued and wanted for murder was not because he captured them…

but through proper “contracts” he obtained ownership of the others.

Perhaps by helping to solve a problem for someone, such as saving a person; or perhaps by gambling, making others bet their freedom—although the laws of various countries might not allow one to “bet one’s own freedom,” it was permitted in the Transcendent realm.

Just like Transcendents of the Path of Transcendence were also able to sacrifice themselves.

Unlike other human traffickers, Geront emphasized a process that was legal and proper.

When the capital was sufficient, he only needed to keep moving resources around to increase their value.

And that’s how abundant his assets were.

His trading behavior was more akin to entertaining himself with a “Path task,” performed to level up.

Among the many Transcendent creatures Geront sold, there was one that made him famous.

That was the dragon.

—Yes, he had sold an earnest pure-blood dragon that volunteered itself for sale.

“You knowing me…

that is indeed wonderful.”

The goblin merchant spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic: “Let’s get straight to the point, I want to propose a business deal with you.”

“With me?”

Aiwass raised an eyebrow, questioning: “Or do you mean…

with Avalon?”

“Both.”

Geront smiled faintly, his composed and calm demeanor lending his grotesque appearance and dwarfish stature an unusual demonic charm: “Let’s start with what you’re most concerned about—

“Queen Isabel’s ascension…

is it time for Avalon’s policy of seclusion and xenophobia to end?”@@novelbin@@