My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 515 - 368: The Dog-headed Military Adviser _3

Chapter 515: Chapter 368: The Dog-headed Military Adviser _3

However, this was indeed a Tier-5! The Fifth Prince knew Owen Bertram had the confidence to let the "Mechanical Dao Soldiers" face a group of Dark Mist Wolves alone, he knew that the mechanical Dao soldiers must be extraordinary, but he did not expect that it would kill one in just one encounter, which was a bit shocking. The Mechanical Dao soldier demonstrated strength almost comparable to the fighting techniques of a Tier-6 warrior.

The Mechanical Dao soldier’s sword followed him closely without stopping; the sword’s radiance was hundreds of feet long, and the mechanical arm emitted starlight. The sword’s radiance resembled the Spear of God, and the starlight was like butterfly wings, majestic even from a distance, as if there was a vast and magnificent momentum!

The ancient sword was chirping happily as it was the first time it cooperated with the "Flying Sword Object System." Owen Bertram quietly gave the Flying Sword Object System to the Divine Heavenly Soldier.

However, this was not the highest combat mode of the Divine Heavenly Soldier, as at least the Great Seal Apparition had not been activated. And the Flying Sword Object System had not yet been "hidden." Once Owen Bertram finds the right method to fully imprint the Flying Sword Object System, the ancient sword will reach a true climax.

The countless crossbow arrows formed a storm, harassing the Dark Mist Wolves and obstructing their attacks on the Divine Heavenly Soldier, while the sword easily cut down the heads of three wolves!

The Fifth Prince finally understood: "Tier-6 Magical Instruments!" And top-tier within the Tier-6 range.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The Fifth Prince continued to snap his whip; the Dark Mist Wolves were roused, and even the Tier-5 monster knew it could not go on like this. It roared and resisted the crossbow arrow storm, disregarding its injuries and desperately pouncing on the Divine Heavenly Soldier.

The Divine Heavenly Soldier’s smooth attack was indeed delayed. However, the four mechanical arms retracted and then stretched out again, having switched to four Poison Sting Edition Spiritual Pomegranate Snipers!

Boom boom boom boom...

The power of the Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper far exceeded the God-slaying Break, continuously bombarding several Dark Mist Wolves and tossing them into the air; one of them was decapitated by the Divine Heavenly Soldier’s sword in midair!

Owen Bertram shook his head slightly; there was no need to watch this bet anymore. The Fifth Prince was undoubtedly doomed to lose. The Dark Mist Wolves lacked the Wolf King’s command, and their group fight was in disarray, hindering each other. They were definitely no match for the Divine Heavenly Soldier.

Among the Royal Palace Guards, the two experts in the Sixth Great Realm also saw through the situation and quietly stepped forward to persuade the Fifth Prince: "Your Highness, admit defeat. At least you can save the money for these Dark Mist Wolves."

With a huff, the Fifth Prince gritted his teeth. But moments later, two more wolf heads fell to the ground, causing the Fifth Prince great pain. He forcefully slapped his chubby face and raised his hands high: "Stop! Stop! Stop! I admit defeat; don’t kill them anymore."

The ancient sword of the Divine Heavenly Soldier stopped just above the head of a Dark Mist Wolf.

The Fifth Prince looked angrily at Owen Bertram: "You really showed no mercy with your actions, you know these all cost me money!"

Owen Bertram laughed without saying a word but helped the Fifth Prince save face: "Your Highness, your ability to act decisively and cut losses in time has forced me to see you in a new light. I underestimated you before. Your Highness has been organizing the Spirit Insect Competition for so many years and made it flourish; there must be something unique about you. Among the royal family, your talent is definitely in the top three."

The Fifth Prince cursed: "You little brat, your flattery stinks! It sounds like you’re praising me, but it makes me uncomfortable, hmph."

Owen Bertram laughed again and extended a finger: "Your Highness, as we agreed before, 10% additional profit starting from this batch of Spirit Insects."

In this trip to Zombie Cave, Owen Bertram caught 560 Tier-3 Spirit Insects, 180 Tier-4 Spirit Insects, and 40 Tier-5 Spirit Insects.

Before, he negotiated with the Fifth Prince’s retainer that the price for Tier-3 Spirit Insects would be 10,000 Spirit Jades; Tier-4 would be 50,000, and Tier-5 would be 170,000. Raising the price by 10% would amount to two or three million Spirit Jades! Owen Bertram thought the Fifth Prince would undoubtedly bargain and delay the price increase until the next transaction. However, the Fifth Prince agreed readily, "I have always had a great gambling attitude and always accept defeat. That’s the fundamental reason why my Spirit Insect Competition can become more and more popular. Just a few million Spirit Jades, I can afford it."

He clapped his hands and ordered the Royal Palace Guards: "Call the hunting ground staff to clean up." Then he turned and grabbed Owen Bertram: "Come drink with me."

They passed through the Teleportation Spirit Array and arrived at a pavilion beside a lake. The wine feast was already arranged, and the Palace Dressed Female Cultivator waited, holding a Jade Pot: "Your Highness, Mr. Owen, I hope it meets your satisfaction. If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, feel free to mention it, and I’ll arrange it to make sure you’re both pleased."

The Fifth Prince patted his belly: "Let’s leave it like this today, you can go now. I have some things to discuss with Mr. Owen."

After the Palace Dressed Female Cultivator put down the Jade Pot and withdrew, the Fifth Prince sprawled out on the soft couch and glared at Owen Bertram, "Pour me some wine – I just spent several million Spirit Jades more than expected!"

Owen Bertram hesitated, "We haven’t settled the bill yet."

The fifth prince looked at him angrily, and suddenly burst into laughter after a long while, his chubby fingers pointing vaguely, "You’re an interesting person."

He spread out both of his hands, one holding a storage brocade pouch, and the other empty, "Payment in one hand and goods in the other."

Owen Bertram mimicked him, extending both his hands, placing the insect nest in the empty hand of the fifth prince, and taking the storage brocade pouch. Both of them checked their items on the spot without hesitation and nodded together in satisfaction.

Owen Bertram immediately put on a charming smile and filled the fifth prince’s wine glass with spiritual energy, "Your Highness, please help yourself." The fifth prince took a gulp and smacked his lips, "No, I still feel like I got the short end of the stick. You should treat me to this feast."

"Alright," Owen Bertram agreed cheerfully.

The fifth prince perked up and beckoned, "Let’s discuss our future collaboration. Actually, I’ve been worried for the past few years: although the Spirit Insect Competition has been profitable, people will eventually lose interest. So, I’ve been trying to maintain novelty by constantly buying more powerful high-level spirit insects at high prices every year.

The cost of this part has been getting higher and higher, but it’s not a long-term solution. If you can cultivate new and powerful high-level spirit insects, it would really solve my problem."

Owen Bertram lowered his head, sipping his wine thinking for a while, then looked up again and said, "I have an idea to solve your problem once and for all. But, well... hehe, you know what I mean, Your Highness."

The fifth prince rolled his eyes, "Don’t try to overcharge me. Besides, the merit of your idea can only be known after implementing it. Why should I pay you a large sum of spirit jades just based on a few words from you?"

Owen Bertram said, "How about this, if my idea is really useful, Your Highness would give me 10% of the profits from the Spirit Insect Competition..."

The fifth prince’s eyes widened in shock, "You really dare to ask!"

Owen Bertram replied, "Your Highness, you also mentioned that you spend a huge amount each year buying rare high-level spirit insects, which I assume is more than 10% of the investment, right?"

The fifth prince still shook his head, "No, that’s too much. Giving you that much might be beyond your capacity to enjoy."

Owen Bertram thought about it, and it was indeed true; at least a Tier-5 Commander of the Summit would not be able to enjoy such fortune. After pondering for a moment, the fifth prince said, "First, tell me your idea, and if it’s really useful, starting from the year it takes effect, I’ll give you a 2 million Spirit Jades dividend annually."

"Ten million, or I won’t say."

"Three million, don’t you want free money?"

These two old foxes bargained and finally settled on a price of 5 million each year, which both sides could accept.

"Speak quickly," said the fifth prince with a sting in his heart for the Spirit Jades.

"Actually, it’s just what I mentioned to Your Highness earlier: find another person with strength and background comparable to yours, give them all my spirit insects, and hold another Spirit Insect Competition in the capital."

The fifth prince’s face darkened, but Owen Bertram hurriedly stopped him, "Wait, let me finish. For both competitions, make the hobbyists believe you’re competing against each other, attacking each other, trying to outdo the other at all costs, so they can enjoy the show and have something to talk about!"

"After a year or two, when the time is ripe, the annual champions of the two competitions will have a final showdown, with both sides setting a stake, and the winner taking all. Then, make this format permanent, holding it every year, and having a heavy stake every year..."

The fifth prince’s eyes grew brighter the more he listened, and he slapped Owen Bertram’s shoulder hard with his fan-like fat hand, "Good idea, good strategist!"

Owen Bertram grinned his teeth and smiled, "Five million, I’m at a loss."

Actually, this idea was something Owen Bertram witnessed in his past life, the Super Bowl...

The fifth prince didn’t mention raising the price, and personally filled Owen Bertram’s wine glass again, "To my sleeping dragon, please drink this cup!"

After drinking the wine, Owen Bertram changed the subject, "Regarding the choice of the person who will act against Your Highness, have you considered anyone?"