novelraw Chapter 75 The Silver Throne, Priceless
Chapter 75 The Silver Throne, Priceless
Chapter 75 The Silver Throne, Priceless
Bang bang bang!
Xia Fa gently knocked on the door with the knuckle of his index finger, then stood silently at the door, waiting.
To be honest, he was a little nervous, after all, he was facing an extraordinary monarch.
If a demigod like Lieutenant General Bedivere is this powerful, how much more so would a transcendent monarch among the rulers?
Demigod, angel, ruler—without a doubt, each level above represents a vast difference in power!
The image of Dictator, seated on a massive throne in the Protoss Realm, his figure as enormous as a mountain, left a very deep impression on his mind.
Not to mention, there was also the scene of the incredibly mysterious "spirits" of the Protoss realm kneeling before Dick Tudor.
Just two seconds later, a lazy, amused voice came from inside the door.
"The door isn't locked; just push it open and you can get in."
Xiafa immediately recognized it; it was indeed Dick Tudor's voice!
Fortunately, he almost thought that Dick Tudor wouldn't be home when he suddenly came to visit.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the tension and inexplicable anticipation in his heart, Xia Fa pushed the door open forcefully.
With a creak, the heavy wooden door was pushed open.
Xia Fa instinctively looked inside and, through the threshold, saw that it was the furnishings of an ordinary commoner's house.
A peeling black sofa, a soot-blackened fireplace, cheap tables and chairs...
Moreover, Dictator was nowhere to be seen.
Just now, his voice sounded like he was sitting on a chair or sofa in the room.
Composing himself, Xia Fa stepped inside.
Just then, a strange thing happened!
The moment you step inside, it feels like you've entered another world.
Or perhaps, it's like stepping into a vast, luxurious, and magnificent palace.
Those old fireplaces, tables, chairs, and sofas—all gone.
Instead, Roman-style columns stood on all four sides of the palace.
The snow-white walls are inlaid with gold, and expensive paintings hang on them.
The luxurious brocade carpet is covered with exquisite hand-embroidered patterns.
And, sitting on the platinum throne at the deepest part of the palace...Dickted!
The young, extraordinary monarch placed his hands on the armrests on either side of the throne, his emperor-like gaze sweeping down upon Xia Fa, who had just stepped into the doorway, with a dignified scrutiny and an almost tangible sense of oppression.
Despite wearing only a simple off-white linen shirt and calfskin overalls, Dick Tudor's sculpted, handsome face exuded a chilling aura that made people afraid to look directly at him.
Most remarkably, on either side of the throne of Dictatore were two long tables. The left table was laden with all sorts of exquisite snacks and steaming main dishes, while the right table was filled with bottles of the finest Dom Pérignon champagne.
Burgundy wines, Tokaji Sauternes, etc.
Seeing that he seemed to have stunned Xiafa at first glance, Dick Tudor prepared to speak with a smile on his face.
However, at that moment, Xia Fa suddenly withdrew the foot that had stepped into the doorway and retreated directly out.
Dick Tudor looked somewhat stunned. What was Xia Fa trying to do?
Suddenly, Xia Fa stepped in with one foot, but only for a moment before retreating.
And so, Xia Fa tried it several times, back and forth, before finally exclaiming with amazement:
"How did they do that? Why does it look like an ordinary room from the outside, but stepping inside reveals a royal palace?"
Dictator:
Considering the previous incident where Xia Fa repeatedly confirmed his surname and given name, he suddenly began to suspect that this kid, who could sign a top-tier secret contract like the Silver Throne, might be a bit dim-witted. "This is the power of a certain treasure. When you become a demigod in the future, I can give you one—never mind, let's not talk about that now, come in first."
Dick Tudor spoke with some weariness, suddenly feeling that all his previous preparations, his plan to intimidate Xiafa upon first meeting, had all gone to waste. However, without first intimidating him, it would be difficult to subdue him, and he did not want to miss out on a subordinate who could sign the Silver Throne, a hegemonic-level secret contract.
Xia Fa nodded slightly and walked into the vast and extremely luxurious palace. He looked left and right, and finally chose to sit down on a sofa placed to the side not far in front of the throne.
Just as Dick Tudor was about to speak, Xia Fa suddenly interrupted and asked:
"By the way, why are you putting so much food and drink on both sides of your throne? The ruler shouldn't need to eat, right?"
Dictator: ·
Can you please not ask such irrelevant questions right from the start?
But he still sighed and said quite seriously:
"Because of some past experiences, I don't want to go hungry again, so wherever I live, I must be able to get food easily, even if I don't necessarily need to eat."
"oh oh·--"
Xia Fa nodded thoughtfully, then asked:
"So what are you doing living on Risle Street? Is there something you need to do?"
Dick Tudor replied without hesitation:
"Yes, that's right. But—"
He suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence.
How did Xia Fa manage to steer the conversation off-topic right from the start?
It's like they're having a casual chat!
So he abruptly changed the subject, saying:
"I won't tell you that yet. What I mean is, asking about it rashly could be dangerous for you. Let's get back to today's main topic."
Xia Fa's expression also became serious:
"Tell me your conditions. As long as it's within my power, I'll accept them."
Just as he had initially guessed, it was impossible for Dick Tudor to give him a top-tier secret contract directly, since the two were not related.
Therefore, asking about the conditions first makes one appear more sincere.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Dick Tudor leisurely leaned back on the platinum throne, as if he had regained control of the situation, and chuckled as he said:
Before that, let me ask you a question.
Xia Fa asked curiously:
"What's the problem?"
Dick propped his cheek up with his hand, his gaze casually drifting towards his face:
"Do you know the typical price of a Hegemon-level Secret Contract in the Kingdom of Augu, or rather, in the entire Extraordinary World?"
Xia Fa shook his head:
"I'm not sure. But I'd guess—it'll start at around half a million pounds?"
Unexpectedly, Dick Tudor shook his head slightly:
"Not only that, even the cheapest of the overlord-level secret contracts, the All-Encompassing Forge, requires—two million gold pounds!"
Xia Fa's heart skipped a beat. Two million gold pounds?
This is almost equivalent to all the assets of some of the great nobles in the Kingdom of Augu!
Dick Tudor continued with a smile:
"This is just the Forge of All Things. If it were a supreme-level secret contract like the Silver Throne, it would cost three million gold pounds, and it would be priceless."
He paused briefly, shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, and then continued:
"Therefore, only the nine major churches and the royal families of various empires can afford to acquire hegemonic secret contracts. Otherwise, only organizations or secret societies with influence spread throughout a star field or even the entire universe have the financial resources to purchase them."
Xia Fa understood:
"So, what kind of price do I need to pay?"
Unexpectedly, Dick Tudor shook his head and said something that surprised him greatly.
"No, this silver throne I have here can be given to you for free."