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Chapter 473: Chapter 279 What is Professionalism (Part 2)_2

And his wife, Elyan, looked at the Minotaur in front of her and suddenly murmured, “Terrell, is that you?”

“…I’m sorry, I came back late.”

Staring incredulously at the Minotaur before her, Elyan was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked forward, caressing the kneeling Minotaur, and whispered softly, “Welcome back.”

“Mhm.”

That day, the Minotaur Terrell returned home.

The experience of the Minotaur Terrell quickly spread, thus confirming the speculation that monsters could be used as labor.

Due to the previous rebellion, there was a shortage of labor around Yifate, and there was a need for monsters to fill the gap in labor force.

Moreover, monsters were unconscious, all products of the dungeon, so as long as a boss from one’s own side took over the dungeon, these monsters would become excellent laborers.

Normally, such a situation would certainly evoke a great deal of opposition, but now, the world was in a delicate moment.

The Demon God was invading, the nobility were covetous, Yifate had become a workers’ union, and the Gods were endorsing this act.

Under various conditions, monster labor was quickly accepted and began taking over the previous labor-intensive or hazardous jobs.

And in such a context, the value of the nobility became higher.

However, it wasn’t the value they desired.

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The worth of the nobility now was not simply because they were nobility, but also because of their greed, which enabled them to help spawn dungeons, then become fodder for players to farm dungeons and became the source of labor for farms, mines, and logging camps.

The new way of exploiting the nobility turned them into fat sheep in everyone’s eyes, and a great number of defecting nobles were transported to Yifate or the City of Judgment, dragged eagerly by many hands to places they hoped to be, and thrown near dungeons to serve as fodder.

The former oppressors now returned to the ecosystem as a link; this made Xiemen Waidao reflect on how each species has its own ecological niche, including the nobility.

It was assumed this process would be lengthy, but to the players’ surprise, it only took a few days for the nobility to be caught and returned.

Upon hearing of the high bounties offered by the City of Judgment and Yifate, and with team leaders and other adventurers who had sampled the rewards, the remaining nobility were almost instantaneously captured and hurriedly brought to Yifate or the City of Judgment to claim their rewards.

With the players lacking neither Gold Coins nor equipment, and being generous and smooth-talking, the nobles were delivered one after another to these two places.

After tallying the numbers, Drey was surprised to find that the nobility outside had almost been wiped out, the class now existing in name only.

“Isn’t this a bit too fast?” Drey said perplexed, “I thought they would be stronger.”

“That’s what you think, my foolish brother,” Kevin, looking at his book, said, “The domestic nobility has always been all bark and no bite; it’s just that you all thought they were very strong. Hmm, I can take note of this view, ‘The source of power is the recognition from below’; with this perspective, I should be able to write a decent paper.”

Looking at his brother, Drey felt a bit astonished.

He was still not used to his master having become his brother here, but the other’s awkward yet affectionate attitude gradually made him forget the estrangement and begin to accept his half-brother from the same father.

Moreover, it seemed that his brother had also taken a liking to studying and research, focusing on the relationships between capital, nobility, and workers, coming up with interesting conclusions every day.

While they seemed different in temperament, they were unexpectedly unified on certain details, which made their interactions quite enjoyable.

Pouring a cup of tea for his brother, Drey continued to read the intelligence report and couldn’t help but say, “An aristocrat of the first rank has been caught.”

“Really?”

“It’s true, it has been confirmed by a newspaper report, and he has been sent to the City of Judgment already.”

“Who is it?” Kevin put down his book and asked curiously.

“That highly reputed nobleman, the one who declared he couldn’t coexist with corruption and embezzlement.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of him, too. I heard his home has only one or two servants all year round, and when he leaves, he almost has no possessions. Such a grand nobleman should be of little use, right?”

No sooner had these words fallen when they heard a deafening noise.

The ground began to tremble, as if a major earthquake was underway; the teacups on the table uttered a trembling lament, while the books on the shelves slid off in disarray.

The whole process lasted several minutes before it stopped, and then the guards hurried over to escort the two to a safe and open area.

After about ten minutes, the number of refugees gradually increased, and the City of Judgment’s Angel Envoy quickly arrived to inform them of the cause of the earthquake.

It was due to that very paragon of integrity.

Just after being transported to the City of Judgment, he delivered a rousing speech.

In his speech, he described the Angel Envoy of the City of Judgment as a fallen angel, he called adventurers “traitorous lapdogs,” he depicted the rebels of Yifate as “rats crawling out of a sewer,” and portrayed himself as a “pure and betrayed saint.”

His speech was flawless; even the most despicable and shameless players said this man was blatantly lying, yet they couldn’t find a single inconsistency.

Some also wondered if they had truly misunderstood him, if he really was a noble person, when a nearby dungeon provided them with the best response.

As soon as he stepped off the carriage and onto the ground of the City of Judgment, the nearby dungeon grew wildly like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Dungeons that players had carefully preserved for the Blood Moon instantly jumped from the first rank to the fourth, and high-level instances that had been cleared were rapidly reformed, prompting players to exclaim, “What’s going on with the game management?”

The nobleman known for his integrity still hadn’t grasped what had happened, continuing to shout brazenly, “I am not wrong, I can assure you that I live like a saint, my wife, children, and maids are the best evidence.”

Seeing the dignified nobleman, players couldn’t help but acknowledge that one had to be quite capable to mix up to that level.

Even Xiemen Waidao admitted that this was professionalism, acknowledging that he could not perform this act of lying with eyes wide open.

Furthermore, this was only one first-rank aristocrat. When the other six all gathered, who knows what sort of scene it would create.

Upon hearing this news, Yifate’s Drey also remarked on how one can’t judge a book by its cover, who knew the old man’s greed could reach such a level.

Regardless of these reflections, instances still needed to be run.

The arrival of a first-rank aristocrat directly relieved the players’ urgent needs, and they began to raid instances even more wildly, explore strategies more actively, and produce increasingly more videos, tempting those who couldn’t play as well.

And as the players’ strength further increased, the strategy for the final instance finally came onto the agenda.

It was time to raid the last Demon God.