I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1576 - 1580: Still Like Your Unruly Look

"Hmm, chicken flavored, crunchy."

"These humans are truly terrible to eat; the master's barbecue is still the most delicious."

"These bones get stuck in my teeth! The meat and bones of Warcraft are much chewier."

A few Warcraft were picking their teeth as they walked back to Zhang Menglong's side, "Master, those who talked the most trash will never talk again."

Does Zhang Menglong feel annoyed in his heart?

Annoyance doesn't exist; it's survival of the fittest, after all. Facing enemies, Zhang Menglong is never merciful.

"I apologize to you all," Zhang Menglong said, "I'll personally make some grilled meat for you all to enjoy later."

Zhang Menglong walked up to the group of magicians, each of them was now walking on eggshells, afraid to say a word.

Moral kidnapping? Rants? Reason and emotion?

People who acted this way are now inside the stomachs of Warcraft!

"Keep cursing me, go on, huh? Not talking now, are you? I actually preferred the defiant attitude you had at the beginning!"

The magicians lowered their heads deeply, not daring to look Zhang Menglong in the eyes.

"Not saying anything, huh? Then I'll just say a couple of things."

"Are you shameless or what? I gave you the chance to leave, but you didn't want it! Is this inheritance yours? Nope! You insisted on grabbing it, am I wrong to defend myself?"

"About Warcraft, you all saw earlier, I was feeling really embarrassed, but everybody was so eager to help me, did I have a choice? Nope, can't help it, I have too many friends, I'm too kind, is that my fault?"

Even though Zhang Menglong's endless chatter was full of fallacies, there wasn't anything you could reasonably argue against.

"Master, we were indeed not being rational just now, and we apologize to you. Since you have obtained the inheritance, it shows you were meant to have it, and we won't try to seize it anymore," said a mid-level Great Magician, clutching his still-bleeding wound laboriously.

"Hmm, Dao is indeed one of the most adept at bowing to reality among those who don't value their lives."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment." Though the mid-level Great Magician could tell Zhang Menglong was mocking him, he still had to act as though he was being praised and lauded, "Look at you, being so immature!"

"Master, have you forgiven us?"

"Forgiven, of course I forgive you. I'm not a murderer craving innocent blood; I just act in self-defense. Now you've all lost the ability to resist, continuing to act on that would be excessive self-defense; I'm very rational."

Hearing this, the magicians finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Master has shown great generosity, we'll be taking our leave now."

"Wait!" Zhang Menglong said, "I haven't finished talking yet!"

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"I said I forgave you all, but my brothers here haven't," Zhang Menglong pointed to the Warcraft beside him, "They just got hurt while 'protecting' me, some of them got exhausted, and now each one is worn out and hungry. Does that seem fair to you?"

"Master, that is indeed our fault, you tell us what to do and we'll comply."

"You heard it, my Warcraft brothers are hungry, they aren't the sort who care about wealth, but now their stomachs are empty, they don't have the strength to hunt. That means we have to buy Warcraft from the humans, and those Warcraft corpses cost money, right? If they want to eat, it has to be the freshest, right? So many mouths to feed, and I'm broke, is it fair that I should be the one footing the bill?"

"Right, right, the Master is correct." That group of magicians suddenly understood; Zhang Menglong was there for extortion.

"This is my little apology, Master can treat your friends to a nice meal." The Great Magician took out a card and flicked it to Zhang Menglong.

"What? Only 1 billion Tianyuan? Are you treating me like a beggar?"

"What?" The magician's smile froze on his face.

1 billion Tianyuan to treat beggars?

If you use this 1 billion Tianyuan to buy meat, there's no telling how much you could buy. This could feed these Warcraft for ten or eight thousand years without issue.

"Do you know how much I charge for guaranteed admission slots before? 5 trillion Tianyuan, do you understand 5 trillion?"

"But Master, with that amount of money at the trade market, you could buy countless farmed poultry; how could that not be enough for your friends?"

"I spit at that, are you looking down on my brothers?" Zhang Menglong said, "That amount of money wouldn't even buy a high-grade Warcraft; my brothers have the top-tier Warcraft Bloodlines flowing through their veins. You want them to eat those farmed animals, you're downright insulting them."

"Then you..."

"Brother Heiqing, what did you usually eat before?"

"At least sixth-grade Warcraft, anything less wouldn't satisfy, about a dozen per meal!"

"A dozen seventh-grade Warcraft per meal?" The magicians were astonished.

The price of Warcraft and those farmed animals is completely different; once they reach the perfect creature tier, the prices skyrocket astronomically.

Generally, the price of a relatively fresh fourth-grade Warcraft requires hundreds of billions of Tianyuan.

Fifth-grade Warcraft cost at least several trillion Tianyuan.

As for sixth-grade Warcraft, their price would definitely not be less than the total assets of powers like the Golden God Seat. It would start, at the very least, in the trillions.

Regarding seventh-grade Warcraft, hunting one is a strenuous task; their price is astronomical.

If you wanted to treat Heiqing to a bargain meal, it would at least start at 100 trillion Tianyuan!

This was just for one Warcraft like Heiqing, but there were countless others here.

"Let's do it this way, we'll count per head," Zhang Menglong said, "An eighth-grade Warcraft is priced at 100 trillion Tianyuan, a seventh-grade at 10 trillion Tianyuan, sixth-grade at 1 trillion Tianyuan and so forth. I doubt this will even fill my brothers' stomachs, so start pooling the money!"

"This..."

Counting roughly, there are over ten tenth-grade Warcraft, over 1300 seventh-grade, and countless sixth-grade. How much money would this take?

"We don't have to be too rigid," Zhang Menglong said, "You don't necessarily have to pay in cash; you can substitute other things of value like city land deeds, treasures, whatever is valuable. I'm not picky."

"Let me remind you, this money is not going to my personal savings; it's all for treating my friends to a meal. Don't trust me, and I'll kill you!"

Facing Zhang Menglong's blatant threat, nobody dared to make a sound.

Not for himself?

Who are you kidding?

"Oh well, today we really lost."

"Yeah, keeping our lives is already a blessing; money lost can be earned back, but life lost means you're truly left with nothing."

"Everyone, pool the money, with so many people we can't scrape together the needed funds?"

"Check the pockets of those who just died, gather what we can."

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