Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System
Chapter 511 - 511: I Have Hired Your Bodyguard

The two martial artists were indeed taken aback for a moment upon hearing this. Tiram was merely a middleman supplier for a slave trader; the person backing him had quite a reputation. Yet in business, some measures had to be taken to ensure one's safety.

Especially in the trade of slaves, there was always the risk of tribes of these slaves attempting to kill him to free their captured members. Tiram only had the strength of a fifth level Source Energy User, so he hired these two Divine-level martial artists at a high price.

Many civilizations had bodyguard companies where protection was clearly priced according to skill levels. These two martial artists were at the fourth level of Divine Ability Users, with a hiring rate of about 5 billion Mola currency a year, which was the industry average.

Fang Jueyu offered a price of 1 trillion Mola currency per year. Such a price could afford even a slightly weaker Controller. It was uncertain whether he was truly that wealthy or just bluffing.

"Is what you said true?" The two Divine-level martial artists instinctively asked.

Honestly, Fang Jue felt more secure knowing he could have a few Divine-level bodyguards in such an unfamiliar place; it would help him act with more confidence.

"Damn, I just said it casually, and they believed it?" Fang Jueyu internally complained, feeling that these aliens seemed to only recognize money over logic.

"Ha, host, you underestimate the lure of money for martial artists," Xiao Yi said. "Training for martial artists is a costly path. A Divine Ability User, if not wanting to stagnate, is essentially a money-burning machine."

"Did you notice the emblem on their clothes?"

"Yes, I did. What's it mean? Does it have special significance?"

"That's the badge of the Cosmic Bodyguard Company. They have branches in nearly every corner of the Cosmic Federation. It's a large company like your family's cosmic supermarket chain."

"So what?"

"Their identities are registered with the Cosmic Bodyguard Company. Before such a giant, no one dares pose any threat to their employer, but they can breach the contract!"

"What do you mean?"

"If the service level of an employer is below level three, they can pay a penalty ten times their hiring price to breach the contract freely as long as they don't harm the employer. Then, they can seek employers who pay more!"

"You mean, if I offered them a trillion Mola currency, they could really terminate their contract with their current employer to serve me?"

"Exactly!"

"Damn! This is awesome!" Fang Jueyu couldn't help but slap his thigh. Having money in this cosmic civilization indeed equated to having it all.

To handle Divine-level cosmic slaves, this person called Tiram wasn't someone nice. Even though Xiao Yi said his family had connections on the Molar mother star, such unseen and untouchable connections were far less reassuring than those on Earth.

Having a few bodyguards would certainly increase his confidence in business negotiations.

"Are you guys from the Cosmic Bodyguard Company?" Fang Jueyu asked.

"Yes, sir." Though unsure of Fang Jueyu's background, they instinctively felt this young man was not ordinary and treated him with more respect than they did Sha Qiu.

"If I offer to hire you as my bodyguards for a trillion Mola currency for a year, would you immediately terminate your employment with Tiram to work for me?"

"This..." The two martial artists were stunned. Perhaps this young man was telling the truth!

In most cases, even if a new employer offered a higher price, these bodyguards were reluctant to breach contracts. The reason was simple: every bodyguard had a credit rating, and any breach would be recorded in their files.

When their service time ended and they needed to find new employers, it would become troublesome.

However, Tiram was a slave trader, engaging in many shady activities. Therefore, he chose to keep all employment information and content confidential when hiring bodyguards.

As a result, even if they broke their contract with Tiram, it wouldn't appear on their records. Naturally, they were tempted by Fang Jueyu's generous offer.

However, if they were to be hired, they had to wait until their service was completed to place an order, as they were unsure if Fang Jueyu would indeed hire them at the agreed price afterward.

"Sha Qiu, you've worked hard. You can leave now. I'll handle the rest myself." Fang Jueyu tossed a blue crystal coin.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The slave trader named Sha Qiu left, showering him with gratitude.

Witnessing this, the two martial artists' expressions shifted sharply. Compared to a trillion Mola currency, ten million was negligible, but it was clear Sha Qiu was only there to guide him. To receive such an advantage for just leading the way indicated Fang Jueyu's immense wealth.

"Sir, were you serious about what you said?" Unknowingly, their tone became more respectful, without any ill intentions despite Fang Jueyu being alone, possibly due to the aura of confidence surrounding him, the so-called... kingly aura?

"Playing you wouldn't benefit me."

The two martial artists exchanged looks and finally nodded, for the temptation of a trillion Mola currency was immense, equivalent to what they earned in 200 years, without any concerns. The only gamble was whether this young man truly had the wealth he claimed.

"Sir, we've terminated our contract."

"Damn, you've got less principle than me?" Fang Jueyu admitted he had underestimated the influence of money, although of course, it also related to Tiram's shady identity.

"Give me your registration numbers," Fang Jueyu said.

The two martial artists were delighted and quickly provided their registration numbers.

"Xiao Yi, help me place an order with the Cosmic Bodyguard Company."

"Host, done!" Xiao Yi handled it personally; such a small task took just a moment. The martial artists' information appeared before Fang Jueyu.

Soral, from Liman Star, 12,330 years old, Divine-level four.

Hal, from Duofalal Star, 9,872 years old, Divine-level four.

As expected, shortly after, the two martial artists received employment orders from the Cosmic Bodyguard Company's Molar civilization branch, with two series of a trillion Mola currency deposited into their accounts.

"How about it? Is the contract complete?"

Not signing such a contract would be foolish!

Within minutes, the two martial artists who served Tiram swiftly transformed into Fang Jueyu's personal bodyguards with a one-year term!

"I'll spend about five months on the Molar mother star before terminating our contract."

Hearing this, the joy on the martial artists' faces grew more. Earning what would take 200 years in just half a year was like winning the lottery!

"Yes, boss!" The two martial artists stepped out from the passage, directly standing behind Fang Jueyu, clearly having completed their transition.

"Where's Tiram?"

"Boss, Mr. Tiram is inside, just keep going forward."

"Alright." Following the passage, Fang Jueyu reached the deepest part. The path suddenly opened up into a grand building, surpassing even the ancient imperial palaces of Huaxia, with materials that were clearly costly.

A burly figure with a fierce face and black stripes was calculating something there.

"You must be Mr. Tiram?" Fang Jueyu walked straight into the building.

"Who are you? Who let you in?" Tiram warily eyed Fang Jueyu. "Soral, Hal, what's going on? How dare you bring someone in uninvited?"

However, Soral and Hal just stood diligently behind Fang Jueyu without saying a word.

"I'm talking to you!" Tiram felt a chill run down his spine.

"Ha, sorry, Mr. Tiram, your two bodyguards have been hired by me. They now answer only to me!"

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