Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 52
Tuffman is two years older than Tanya, but he got started later and has a lower realm, so he respectfully calls Tanya a senior sister.

Speaking of Tanya, she expressed admiration and envy.

"Senior Sister Tan Ya, you have awakened the blood of the giant-horned tauren, with its own earth attribute, which can absorb the magic stone of the earth element, and the speed of practice is faster than that of ordinary violent warlocks!"

"As for you and me, we don't have the talent like Senior Sister Tan Ya, earn money honestly, and try to buy more non-attribute magic stones!"

The teapot sizzles and the water boils.

Allen made tea for Tuffman and asked politely:
"Brother, is there any way to make money, please give me some pointers?"

"There are only two ways, either to accept tasks and earn rewards, or to provide paid services." Tuffman said frankly.

Take missions and earn bounties.

Allen heard Helent say this way of making money.

The bulletin board of the college is full of various reward tasks.

There are tasks officially issued by the college.

There are also private commissions from tutors or students.

For example, looking for teammates and forming a team to explore the secrets of the mountains.

For example, to buy some rare medicinal herbs, special spell-casting materials.

There is also the task that Helent received before, escorting the freshmen to report to the academy.

These bounty missions are either dangerous or troublesome.

In Allen's view, it is not a stable way to make money.

He is more interested in the second way.

"Brother, what do you mean by paid service?"

"It's very simple, sell whatever service you are good at!"

Tuffman explained with a smile.

"Shave people's heads and faces, pedicures and baths, paint walls and repair furniture, connect chimneys to sewers, etc."

Allen frowned.

"Brother, isn't there a better service industry?"

Tuffman thought for a while, showing an ambiguous smile.

"Of course there are more high-end ones, such as the custom industry."

The second senior brother's so-called "custom industry"...

Allen seemed familiar.

To put it bluntly, it is selling one's body to do flesh and blood business.

This kind of business that is offensive to common people's morals is commonplace in the Warlock Academy.

Neither legally bound nor morally censureable.

There are not no warlocks who keep themselves clean.

For example, Pan Sen, Alan's mentor, and Tanya, the senior sister.

In this regard, it appears to be more conservative.

However, the father and daughter belonged to the minority.

On the whole, seven or eight warlocks out of ten have a rather casual concept of gender.

The second senior brother, Tafman, is not immune either.

He saw that Alan was interested in this business, so he sat down in the dormitory and imparted some experience to his younger brother.

"Both men and women can be bought and sold, and the price tag varies from person to person."

"There is only one difference: in case of pregnancy after the affair, the child belongs to the woman, which is regarded as compensation for the hard work of pregnancy."

"Some sorceresses don't want to endure the pain of pregnancy, so they use magic to take out the unformed fetus from their womb."

"Transfer it to an alchemy device that simulates the human body to complete the subsequent embryonic development."

"No matter which method is used to give birth to offspring, the babies born by the sorceress will usually have the blood of the sorceress."

"The mother can raise the baby herself or send the baby to the academy for upbringing."

"The college has specialized institutions for adopting babies, providing thoughtful care and bringing them up."

"A transfer fee is paid to the biological mother according to the baby's lineage grade."

"Many female apprentices with no background and low strength are able to survive on this island by continuously selling their flesh and blood to earn income."

"Unfortunately, men can't earn this kind of money."

Tuffman shrugged regretfully.

Allen got up and refilled the tea for Tafman.

"Brother, how do you know these inside stories?"

"Hey, I've done this job myself!"

Tuffman stroked the big bald head embarrassingly.

"Little brother! To tell you the truth, brother, I am in the cowherd industry, and I can be regarded as a popular top card!"

Allen couldn't help laughing when he heard him boasting.

Tuffman, who is of Tauren blood, went out to sell himself... He really is a real "cowboy"!

Tuffman took a sip of tea, and then told Allen about the situation in the cowherd industry.

"We are warlocks of the violence department. We are strong and strong, and we are more capable in that area. We are very popular in the cowherd industry."

"Of course, recklessness alone is not enough."

"You still have to have a bit of literary and artistic accomplishment."

"Music, literature, food, and fashion."

"You have to be able to pick up on the topics that rich women love to talk about, and with a sweet talk and a sweet heart, it's no problem to make a little money."

"It's a pity that most of our violent warlocks have relatively poor bloodlines, and we can't earn the big money that rich women spend a lot of money on asking for a child."

wait!What do you ask for a lot of money? ?

Allen was refreshed and became interested.

"Brother! Let's expand on this paragraph!"

"Junior brother, don't laugh!" Tafman said solemnly.

"This matter is not as obscene as you think, but it is a very serious topic with practical significance!"

"All major warlock families regard bloodlines as family heirlooms!"

"Strictly restrict the marriage of women in the clan, and the marriage of men into other families to avoid the outflow of blood."

"On the other hand, they are actively marrying and recruiting new relatives to absorb new bloodlines and enrich their own bloodlines."

"Do you understand this kind of internal and external standards?" Tuffman paused and asked.

Allen nodded in agreement.

Genetic diversity is the basis for maintaining the vitality of a population.

Can't tell which cloud will rain.

In case the main bloodline declines in the future, there may be powerful branch bloodlines that can take over.

"In order to achieve this goal, you will find that the marriage contract is actually dispensable."

Tuffman continued.

"A rich woman from an aristocratic family needs a bloodline seed, not a man who provides the seed."

"They are willing to spend a sum of money to buy seeds from male warlocks with excellent bloodlines, which is the so-called 'seeking a child with a lot of money'."

"Such transactions are also very common in our academy."

Tuffman then spoke to Allen.

"You go to the trading ground, look at the bulletin board, and you'll know."

"What kind of bloodline to buy, and how much it is worth, are all transactions with clearly marked prices."

Allen listened with gusto.

The fertility market of the Warlock Academy, which sounds more radical than the "sperm bank" of the previous life, has been completely commercialized.

If this momentum continues, maybe one day this industry will be integrated by far-sighted investors and go public...

With a sigh from Tuffman, Alan was brought back to reality.

"Unfortunately, my tauren blood is too low-grade."

"Rich women are only willing to spend a little money to have fun with my body, but they are not interested in borrowing my seeds..."

Tuffman looked down at Allen, and said earnestly:

"Little brother, your ogre bloodline is about the same level as my tauren bloodline."

"I'm afraid you won't have a chance to do the business of asking for a child with a lot of money, but it's still possible to earn some pocket money by selling yourself."

"According to my working experience, a young and handsome little wolf dog like you is very popular in the circle of middle-aged rich women."

"Recognize a few godmothers, and you won't have to worry about food and clothes in the future!"

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