I am the Demon King of the Dungeon!

Chapter 135 Celine's New Post

The staff member looked embarrassed.

"Brave warrior, twenty thousand gold coins—that's no small sum. Are you sure you want to pay in cash?"

"Sure."

The staff member opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He had worked at the auction house for over thirty years and had seen people pay with gems and equipment, but he had never seen anyone pay 20,000 gold coins in one go.

A gold coin weighs approximately thirty grams.

Twenty thousand pieces weigh six hundred kilograms.

Who would carry 600 kilograms of gold coins with them?!

"Um—My lord," the staff member said cautiously, "our auction house offers bank settlement services. You can go to the bank to open a bill."

"Need not."

Kahn stood to the side, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Arthas, also curious about where the gold coins came from.

Arthas pulled a brick from his pocket.

The square gold bricks, with smooth edges and sharp corners, gleam with a dazzling golden luster under the light.

Kahn raised his eyebrows.

The staff member's eyes widened like saucers.

"This, this is—"

"Gold bricks forged from magic crystals." Arthas placed the gold bricks on the table, making a dull thud. "Each gold brick weighs thirty kilograms, equivalent to one thousand gold coins."

The staff member swallowed hard and reached out to try to pick up the gold brick; it took both hands to move it.

"Brave, Brave One, where did you come from—"

"In my arms."

"In my arms?!"

The staff member's voice rose half a tone.

Arthas offered no explanation; he reached into his robes again and pulled out a second gold bar, then a third, then a fourth.

The fifth piece, the sixth piece —

Thump. Thump. Thump————

Each piece made a dull thud as it hit the table.

Kahn walked to the table and looked at the ten gold bricks neatly stacked together. He then looked up at Arthas's form-fitting silver chainmail. There wasn't even a single gold brick that could fit inside, let alone six.

"Just how much are you carrying in your arms?" Kahn's voice was somewhat unsteady.

"That's enough." Arthas said without changing his expression, and then took out ten more gold bricks from his pocket.

Twenty pieces, six hundred kilograms, twenty thousand gold coins.

The staff member was speechless. He stood by the table, his hands dangling in mid-air; he couldn't lift so many gold bars himself.

"Hero, let me weigh it first."

"Go."

The staff member hurriedly retrieved a small scale and a ledger from under the counter. After weighing each gold brick, he made a note in the ledger. The gold brick was so heavy that his fingers trembled slightly, and his handwriting was much more illegible than usual.

Twenty gold bricks, each weighing its full weight.

Exactly 20,000 gold coins.

As the staff member closed the ledger and looked up at Arthas, there was something indescribable in his eyes, neither clearly awe nor confusion.

"Hero, the transaction is complete." The staff member's voice was a little hoarse. "All three pieces of equipment are yours."

Arthas stuffed all the equipment into his bosom.

Kahn and his staff looked bewildered.

"The hidden pouch in your arms," ​​Kahn couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "what exactly is it?"

Arthas glanced at Kahn and said with a half-smile, "The magic bag."

Kahn chuckled twice and didn't ask any further questions.

It was actually an ethereal space woven by Bernea, and Arthas placed the small cocoon in his arms.

The two left the auction house one after the other.

The staff member looked at the gold bars on the table, scratched his head in confusion, and muttered to himself, "Hero, this is truly unbelievable."

The sun is setting.

Alsace and Kahn parted ways in the central square.

The two agreed to depart for Ironforge the next morning, and Arthas would return to Dark Hemkas.

The candlelight in the dome flickered slightly in the twilight, casting the dragon relief on the wall in a dim and intermittent light. On the long table lay Dracula's unfinished documents, and a teacup sat beside it, its surface condensed with fine water droplets.

"My Lord Demon King, Celine is waiting for you."

"Let her in."

"Yes."

Dracula bowed slightly, turned and walked out of the throne room.

A moment later, the doors to the throne room were pushed open, and the black jade dragon Celine walked in. Today she was wearing a dark green dress, her long hair was still styled into an exquisite bun, with jade hairpins tucked into her temples. Her steps were unhurried, and her high heels clicked on the obsidian floor with a rhythm as steady as a metronome.

She walked to the throne and performed a standard noble salute.

"Lord Demon King."

"Please sit down."

Celine sat down at the long table, her back straight, her hands folded on her knees, her posture impeccable.

"Cerin," Arthas said, leaning back on his throne, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, "you still want to join Dark Hemkas?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Demon Lord," Celine replied without hesitation. "During my time impersonating you, I was drawn to the working environment of Dark Hemcas, and I'm willing to reduce my salary by twenty percent."

"I must say, you did a really good job performing that scene of the demon king's fall."

"Thank you for the compliment, Demon King. I will do my best in any job, no matter what it is."

"Okay. I'll arrange a new position for you."

Celine's eyebrows twitched slightly, but her expression remained calm and her posture elegant.

"Please speak, Demon Lord."

"There's a small island overseas. It's to the southeast, about a hundred nautical miles from the continent of Ashu. There are no monsters or humans on the island, only three tribes of half-demons." Arthas took out a neatly folded parchment from his robes and placed it in the center of the long table. "This is a map."

Dracula held the map up to Celine.

Celine picked up the parchment. The outline of the island was circled in red, and next to it were densely packed texts, including the terrain, freshwater resources, land, building materials, and monster distribution. Each item was checked off in detail.

"Have you already surveyed the area?"

"Yes. Fresh water, land, building materials—we have everything we need. The only problem is the half-demons." Arthas tapped his finger on the map. "Three tribes, one friendly, the other two hostile to outsiders."

"This—" Celine raised her head, her deep green eyes staring directly at Arthas. "Your Majesty, you want me to drive away these half-demons? And then what?"

"We can drive them away, or do whatever we want, but we need to leave some survivors to become part of the workforce and build the village."

Dracula held a cup of red tea, his gaze shifting back and forth between Arthas and Celine.

Celine put down the map and asked seriously, "If I may be so bold as to ask, what is your purpose?"

"To establish a stronghold for monsters." Arthas didn't hide anything. "Not in any dungeon, not bound by treaties, but a free land belonging to the monsters."

Celine's pupils contracted slightly.

"You mean—"

"I want to build a nation, starting with a village."

In the throne room.

It was so quiet you could hear the crackling of a candle burning.

Celine looked at the map and remained silent for a long time.

Arthas was the first to break the silence.

"I think this position is a good fit for you, offering a high degree of freedom while allowing you to fully utilize your abilities."

"I know."

"Then what are you hesitating about?"

"If we're discovered by humans—" Celine took a deep breath and continued, "I'll be in danger."

"Danger and opportunity go hand in hand." Arthas raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were a dragon who loved challenges; it seems I was wrong? Then you'll stay in Dark Horde—"

"Yes, that's me," Celine interrupted. "If I accept this position, what about the salary and benefits?"

"Three thousand magic crystals per month." Arthas walked back to his throne. "You will be given independent command authority. Once the village is built, you will be in a management position, and your salary will be adjusted."

"Are you serious?"

"When have I ever not been serious?"

"How many people do I need to bring?"

"You decide. Choose from the employees of Dark Hemcas who are willing to go with you. You set their salaries and submit them to Dracula for approval." Arthas looked at Dracula and instructed, "Dracula, you are responsible for coordinating this matter."

"Yes, I understand."

"Any other questions?"

"No problem."

Celine rose, performed a standard aristocratic curtsy, and then walked toward the entrance to the throne room, stopping after a few steps.

"Lord Demon King."

"Um."

"Does that island have a name?"

Arthas fell into deep thought, unable to think of a good name for the time being due to his difficulty in choosing one.

The first stop after leaving the dungeon —

The first island —

starting point----

Seeing Arthas's predicament, Dracula suggested, "My Lord, if I may be so bold as to suggest, how about we name it 'Origin' Island? It will be our first stop, and we'll need to think of a name for the village and the country later."

"Origin Island—" Arthas slammed his fist on the armrest in satisfaction and announced, "Alright! Let's call it Origin Island, meaning it begins on this small island."