Chapter 27: New Nobles – Section 8

A Gathering Place for New Races!?
Hearing these words, Hei Fa raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened. As far as he knew, there seemed to be only one gathering place for new races around the 76 Three-Star Station…
That was human society!!
He had just managed to secure a title and some power in the Moor Empire. Were they about to attack humans? If so, what should he do? Wouldn’t all his efforts go to waste? For a moment, Hei Fa was filled with countless thoughts, but he didn’t show it on the surface. He simply watched quietly as the short Kuntian named Sharo, waiting for his next explanation.
Fortunately, Sharo didn’t disappoint him.
“This gathering place for new races was recently discovered through reconnaissance. It’s said to be a place the size of three star systems, with relatively weak strength. Its civilization level is at the third tier, and it has a certain number of small warships. According to the Moor Empire’s regulations, just one fleet is usually sufficient to deal with such a small gathering place,” Sharo explained with a smile. Noticing Hei Fa’s intense gaze, he felt uneasy and hurriedly added,
“Of course, given the military strength of the 76 Three-Star Station and Miss Wei Li’s influence, this task will most likely be assigned to you, my dear Lord Beck. So please take us with you when the time comes. Trust me, you will receive a generous reward.”
Not human society?
Hei Fa was stunned. He saw a problem in Sharo’s words.
By his description, this race was “recently discovered, only three star systems in size, with just a few small warships.” Such a force could definitely not be human society. Had the Moors discovered a new race? Otherwise, why would they send just one fleet after suffering a loss?
That’s right.
Realizing this, Hei Fa felt much more relaxed. A kind smile appeared on his face. As he relaxed, his mind became active. His gaze toward Sharo resembled that of someone looking at a plump lamb, causing Sharo’s heart to tighten.
“Very good, Mr. Sharo. Your information is indeed timely. Then I have a question.”
“Please go ahead,” Sharo replied respectfully, as if he were a servant, putting on a smiling face.
Unfortunately, in Hei Fa’s eyes, that smile meant nothing. Hei Fa was now calculating how much profit he could extract from him. Thus, his smile became even more enchanting. He gently tapped the table with one finger.

“My question is, what do you hope to gain by joining my fleet?”
“People!” Sharo replied without hesitation.
“Conquering a new race, all the resources plundered belong to the Empire. Rest assured, Lord Beck, we won’t cause you any trouble. Our target is only the inhabitants of the occupied lands. The Empire’s conquest regulations don’t specify much about them—only that, once resistance is eliminated, efforts should be made to ensure the survival of the local population. But in war, who can say when they’ll stop resisting?” Sharo blinked and lowered his voice significantly.
“Lord Beck, please be assured. This has long been a common practice. It’s just that you’re encountering the Imperial military for the first time, so you’re unaware of it. In fact, which fleet in the Empire doesn’t have its own private slave traders? It’s just that they’re never exposed openly. Such traders can usually only be appointed by fleet commanders. The original private slave traders of the Third Fleet were Biters. I guess they’re already looking for you at Full Star Station. I’m just one step ahead.”
At this point, a hint of pride appeared on Sharo’s face.
“Of course, Lord Beck. We Quints are definitely better at handling such matters than those ugly Biters, and far more efficient. You’ll realize this soon. Trust me, we won’t disappoint you.”
By this point, Sharo had made his intentions perfectly clear. Hei Fa also understood very well that since this was an unwritten practice of the Moore Empire, they wouldn’t be the only ones to approach him. And the original private slave traders of the Third Fleet were Biters…
The incident at the Dragon Gate Inn and that beautiful figure with a veil over her face flashed through Hei Fa’s mind, bringing a smile to his face.
“Sharo, it seems you’re not just good at selling your body. How many such private slave traders are there in the Empire?”
“Hehe, selling one’s body is for survival. The same goes for being a private slave trader. As for their number, Lord Beck, practically every war-related tribe is involved. Otherwise, how could they have reached their current status?” Sharo blinked. “It’s just that we Quints were a step behind. To be honest, including this time when we approached you, we’ve only submitted two applications. Unfortunately, we haven’t received any replies. Maybe the candidates have already been chosen.”

“So, this is your first time?” The black-haired man shook his head in amusement. “Then are you sure I’ll accept? Just because you’ve given me two women?”
“Of course not!” Sharo quickly shook his head, his expression turning extremely anxious. “Although we haven’t been private slave traders before, we know all too well how they operate and what their channels are. Moreover, we have far more resources than ordinary private slave traders. Don’t forget who’s behind me.”
“The God-Eater?”
“That’s right.” Sharo puffed out his chest, a hint of pride appearing on his young face. “In the entire empire, aside from the official channels, when it comes to resources and networks, we Quints are by no means inferior to any other race. And most importantly, our way of offering compensation is different from theirs.”
“Oh? How so?” The black-haired man was puzzled.
“Ordinary private slave traders only offer money as compensation to their clients. But we can provide anything—whatever the client desires. Even an entire planet!” Sharo’s face turned red; he was clearly very confident in his organization’s capabilities. “With the God-Eater’s networks, we can obtain things that other private slave traders can only dream of! That’s our advantage!”
“Including warships?” The black-haired man sneered before suddenly asking.
“Of course! Everything—whatever you need, we can get it for you, as long as we gain sufficient profit. In other words, we can also be business partners. And our Quint women are incomparable to those slave traders. Believe me, Lord Beck, they can satisfy every one of your desires.” Perhaps unintentionally, Sharo emphasized the phrase “every one of your desires.”
“What a business partner.” The black-haired man laughed. He gave Sharo’s shoulder a sharp slap, making him grit his teeth. “If no one else can offer more attractive terms than you, I’ll be looking forward to seeing how you perform.”
“I’m at your service.” Sharo bowed respectfully. On his face, unseen by anyone, a hint of triumph appeared.
He had succeeded.
This time, in communicating with this newly risen noble, Sharo had racked his brains and finally managed to win his favor. Although to outsiders, it seemed they had only reached a verbal agreement regarding private slaves, both sides knew very well that there was much more at stake…

It’s just like the reward Sharo mentioned earlier. If anyone really thinks of it as an ordinary form of compensation, they are greatly mistaken. The true meaning can’t be that simple. Offering everything as a reward is essentially equivalent to allowing Black Hair to use the power of Devouring Gods! Although Sharo didn’t say it outright, Black Hair surely understands. Conversely, Black Hair allowing him to participate in the Third Fleet’s campaigns is also a huge temptation.

The Third Fleet… that’s the fleet directly under the Grand Duke of Tarot!! And although this Beck is just a Pole, he has Miss Veli backing him. Climbing onto the Grand Duke of Tarot’s ship through such channels is the true goal of the Devouring Gods Organization.

The original Bit people were actually nothing at all. It was only by becoming slave traders for the Third Fleet that they managed to rise from the status of lowly slaves and become a war-related clan. This alone shows just how important this position is. And it’s said that Lord Beck is highly regarded by both the Grand Duke of Tarot and Miss Veli—how could Sharo not understand the value in this?

If one can’t take it, they must use each other. Sharo perfectly completed the task assigned by his superiors. He was extremely pleased.

Of course, what he didn’t know was that Black Hair felt the same way.

He certainly had his own reasons for coming to the Moor Empire this time. But he never expected to be so lucky. First, a simple pursuit mission earned him the Grand Duke of Tarot’s favor, and then he met Sharo, connecting him to the Devouring Gods Organization. Gaining new channels—such opportunities seemed as if someone was deliberately helping things along, to the point that Black Hair himself couldn’t believe it.

As for whether the Devouring Gods Organization was a rebel group, Black Hair didn’t care. What he wanted were their vast resources and connections. With these channels, he could more easily acquire the technological civilization of the Moor Empire.

For a while, both sides had ulterior motives, yet they got along even better. As dusk approached, Black Hair smiled and bid farewell to Sharo, then left the chaotic and mysterious bar. When he returned to his residence, he found that Sharo was indeed incredibly efficient—hundreds of beautiful Kunt women had already arrived at the Dragon Gate Inn ahead of time, mingling with his subordinates. Hearing the shrill moans and the pirates’ excited howls, Black Hair couldn’t help but sigh bitterly. He turned and left the room.

But before he could go far, he saw a servant-like figure rushing from the other end of the passage. Their eyes lit up upon seeing him.

“Lord Beck, Miss Veli is waiting for you!”