The entire Solon City had four districts: Xiluo, César, Barra, and the Royal Nymphore District in the center.
Many of the districts that they first entered belonged to Xiluo, which was equivalent to the 'slums' in the entire Solon City.
To be honest, if the slums were like this, many could already imagine how luxurious the Royal Nymphore District was.
César was the residential area of the rich. Basically, there were all kinds of villas and residences of the rich and powerful. There was a considerable distance between each villa. At the entrance of one of the seemingly large manors, a Succubus gracefully stepped down from a tall 'carriage'. The servants behind her lined up in a row and followed quietly. The ostentation was as grand as ever.
This was Pandora's home.
Pandora was a Succubus. Of course, she was not a pureblood Succubus. The so-called pureblood Succubus had basically disappeared from this continent. If there was anyone who was closest to a pureblood, it would probably be the one in the highest palace in the center of the Nymphore District.
What did pureblood mean?
It represented the mysterious power of the Succubus race since ancient times. Charm was only one of them. The power that a real Succubus had was absolutely something that everyone had to look up to. Even the monarch that unified the continent 3,000 years ago had to obediently listen to his Succubus wife.
Not only did they have power, but the things that Succubi had were things that ordinary people could never imagine.
But now, these had all become legends. Pandora was in a good mood today and had no interest in entangling her mixed-blood background. Although these things were enough for her to be proud of, being rejected by the upper echelons would always be her eternal regret.
Gently picking up the badge, Pandora thought of the Abyss Demon that had a completely different reaction to her compared to others. The corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up. The luxurious living room was full of luxurious atmosphere, but it was lacking one thing.
Pandora gently raised the badge in front of her eyes with her slender fingers. The vicissitudes of history had left an indescribable foundation on this badge, as if looking at it was looking at a piece of history. The craftsmanship of the Elves was enough to make any craftsman of the other races in the Roslorian Continent sigh in admiration. At this moment, it had also conquered the heart of another race in another plane.
The appreciation of beauty was borderless. Pandora sighed inwardly. She then focused her gaze on the seemingly forever new but meaningless decorations in the house. A trace of undetectable sadness flashed across her eyes.
This was an emotional Succubus. Compared to the majority of Solon City's residents who pursued carnal desires and wealth, this Succubus' heart was too different. Of course, basically no one would discover these things, because at any time, she behaved like the most ordinary Succubus.
"Lord Morgan requests an audience."
The servants said respectfully outside the door. After getting Pandora's affirmative reply, they bowed and took a few steps back before turning around and leaving.
"What's the matter? What news do you have for me today?"
Pandora looked at the Abyssal Demon standing at the door of the house, not daring to take another step forward.
"My Lord, we've collected some … decent goods."
"Let me see."
Pandora looked at the fellow in front of her, who did not even dare to breathe loudly. She felt a little bored. The formulaic etiquette and decadent environment made her have no choice but to work hard for those illusory things, such as now …
When a staff enshrouded in powerful magic waves and a necklace that emitted a misty luster were presented, Pandora's gaze was involuntarily attracted.
"Well done."
"Thank you for your praise, my Lord …"
Morgan bowed his head submissively. He did not have the slightest trace of the ruthlessness that he had when he ordered Lot's assassination.
Speaking of which, for the Abyssal Demons, "benefits" were something that they did not want to be shared with too many people. If they could not be controlled, then they would be erased. They must not allow any possible competitor to go too far.
He faithfully carried out this duty, giving Lot the lowliest token and sending out three elite assassins. Morgan thought that letting Lot see the appearance of Solon City was already his benevolence.
The succubus in front of him was his master. Without her, he would not have been able to control such a large share of the underground market. Speaking of which, the auction house was only one of his countless branches. However, these things added up were not even as valuable as the seemingly meaningless decorations in this house.
This was the Abyssal Demons, a continent with a very extreme system.
"I like it very much. You can leave first."
This sentence was enough. Morgan retreated with satisfaction, then turned around and left with a sigh of relief.
"Something from another plane?"
Pandora was not an ignorant vase. As a succubus, the knowledge and wisdom she possessed were far beyond most of her kind. Of course, this was due to some of the education methods of her ancestors. However, it was also because of those methods that she had reached her current situation.
The necklace in her hand had a faint seven-colored luster, but Pandora picked it up and sniffed it slightly. Her pair of charming eyes narrowed, and she whispered, "It's a little familiar."
* * *
"Failed?"
Morgan was a little stunned as he looked at his subordinate reporting the news with a depressed face. His good mood suddenly vanished.
"No one survived. After the guards cleaned up the scene, they left. The other party did not make any unnecessary movements."
"You can leave."
Morgan's voice was slightly trembling. It was obvious that he was trying to control his emotions. Then he calmed his mind and sat in the comfortable armchair in his hall. After pondering for a while, he called for a servant.
"Is there anything unusual with the guards?"
"Sir, the rules of Sauron City are here. They will not pursue any responsibility."
"That's good … that's good …"
To be honest, Morgan did not have the bearing and confidence that a person of great accomplishments should have. He was just one of the countless small people who struggled to survive in the cracks. In the city where Galo was, he could be said to be influential. But here, he was just an ant.
There was an unwritten rule in Sauron City. That was, when there was an assassination, the guards would not interfere with the actions of either side. They would only be responsible for clearing the scene after the assassination was over. But for anyone, the same pair of enemies could only have such a thing happen once. If it happened a second time, the guards would directly intervene and show no mercy.
In other words, if Morgan's second assassination was discovered by the guards, Morgan himself would be expelled from Sauron City.
This strange rule also indirectly reflected a characteristic of the Abyss Race: unfair, unjust, and of course not open. At the same time, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth was also allowed.
Assassinating many was something that Morgan, as a small person, had to do. He could not allow this kind of person who could take the treasure that he got from Pandora to wander around. The so-called mutual benefit was always a joke. If there was no value in using them, he could just kill them. This was the rule.
However, the failure of this plan meant that Morgan no longer had the chance to erase this insignificant figure from this world. At the same time, he didn't know that this insignificant figure in his eyes had undergone earth-shattering changes.
* * *
"To be honest, if those things were armed to your army, it would be enough to make them a lion that the entire Roslorians tremble with fear. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Nairíos' voice was filled with helplessness and regret, which made many feel a little funny.
"Old man, you also feel sorry?"
Many relaxed on the long recliner, and the maid beside him massaged his muscles. Many felt extremely relaxed.
"Sorry?
Kid, it's easy for you to throw them out. I personally snatched those two swords … "
Nairíos sighed. He sounded like an old child who kept nagging about many treasures that he had sold before. Many did not know whether to laugh or cry. But speaking of which, the two of them could chat like normal people, which was also a kind of progress.
At this moment, Many was in a huge villa. To be honest, every inch of land in this place was worth its weight in gold. But for the extremely wealthy dragons, these things were just a drop in the bucket. It was just that many of the places where the money was spent were not quite right, and Nairíos just complained a little.
More than seven samples could be called "epic" weapons, six accessories with various magical abilities, and three female robes that once belonged to a Magister …
These things were exchanged for this huge three-story villa and the accompanying luxurious courtyard. Along with more than a hundred servants and three carriages, of course, there were three tokens used to prove one's identity.
This was a symbol of status.
To be honest, many also felt that this society was very reasonable — they would do things as long as they were paid.
César District was a place where the rich and powerful stayed. There was no doubt about their identity, but the nouveau riche was looked down upon everywhere. Many naturally did not want to take the path of Birkins. But on the way back, he realized that everyone here was Birkins.
Aristocrats?
The more expensive the things, the more aristocrats they were. This was the only thought that many had, so he increasingly did not regret what he had done.
Madam Vasaki sat on the opposite sofa and looked at the decorations around her in a daze. Madam, who had never seen so many luxurious things, felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. After all, these things cost a lot of her money, and it was impossible to say that her heart did not ache.
"This is just the first step. Sooner or later, I will be able to earn back all the money I spent."
Many stretched out their hands towards the ceiling and clenched their fists slightly, causing Madam Vasaki to feel helpless. But seeing that the situation was stabilizing, she was a lot more relieved. At least now she did not have to worry about her identity being exposed or those unpleasant looks on the streets.
Here, the promotion of status often meant a lot of other things.
"Madam, the rest is up to you."