The Young Matriarch - Chapter 11 - : You Better Not Mention That You’re From The Bai Family

Type: Unlimited Stream + Blue Star Forbidden Stream + Simulator + Infrastructure Stream

“Damn it! The son of an insignificant earl has a remote and poor territory, isn’t this the son of destiny?”

“Wait for me to see what the payback rate is.”

[First, Baron John. ]

[The best investment amount: 100,000 to 200,000. ]

[Negotiable recovery rate: 30%]

[Investment Return Profit Rate: 1500%~2000% (85%), 200%~500% (15%)]

[Estimated maximum investment profit: 4 million]

“I’ll go! Up to 2000%. 20 times the return, the capitalists will cry!”

“I, Wang Duoyu, voted!”

The investment gameplay of the simulator is unique.

Enemies in the main world are also extremely rich: Kunlun Shenshan, the monsters in Southeast Asia, the eternal desert in Africa, the abyss of gods and demons in Europe, and the Wanxie Mountains in South America…

And behind these monsters are many foreign investment lords! Their purpose is to destroy Blue Star!

In addition, all investment lord territories are in the void sea. This book also designs ocean construction streams.

The unknown and mystery of the sea is absolutely wonderful!

- Description from novelbuddy

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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[Excerpt]

“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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