Chapter 378 I'll Trade You My Daughter



Cuban gritted his teeth fiercely. "Lenny Tales again!"

Momoa nodded. "Yes, Lenny Tales. The stock even has a name now!

I know he uses white flames. Considering his origin as a half-born, that is most surprising.

After all, half-borns are half-demons. Darkline magic should run in their veins like blood.

But for this, Lenny Tales uses white flames. I am sure you know what that means, don't you?"

Cuban's frown got deeper.

"You mean to say that somehow, he..."

ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm "Stole the Power from the Angel Wings!? Definitely. Only a very select few can use holy power, and a half-born stick is not one of them.

I know you already set out plans to get him from the witch's territory.

Nevertheless, results have yet to reach you. So I'm proposing a different plan. If you are interested, it could be that we both get what we want.

You get to clear your shame, and I get the holy power in his body. Besides, there is still this," he pushed the page from the Sacred Book of Death towards Cuban.

"You may be an abandoned son, but your blood is still royal. I can see you got stronger, but your progress is painfully slow.

Just imagine: If I could reach my level of power with such a poor bloodline, where do you think you can reach it with your royal bloodline?"

The moment Momoa said those words, he could see Cuban's eyes lighten up for a quick second.

However, Cuban shook his head.

"This transaction doesn't sound right. Firstly, what do you really want from me? And secondly, you obviously have much more to give. The transaction does not seem fair to me."

Momoa turned to the butler, "You see, that is why I like this boy. He is very sharp-witted," he laughed a little.

"Yes, I do have my reasons. You see, even though your family abandoned you, I know that they still have eyes on you. After all, royalty is not just in name but in bloodline. And I know amongst those eyes, you still have... maybe one or two that find you pleasing to the eye. You know, like a certain noble baron heading a wandering ethereal city."

Cuban's frown got uglier as he leaned away from the table.

"You are after my cousin. Baroness Everbee." Cuban stated clearly.

However, Cuban shook his head, "When you say it like that, it sounds a bit ridiculous. I am not after the baroness. I am after what she can do. With her help, getting Lenny Tales will be an instant piece of cake. Not even the territory of a witch can protect him."

Cuban sighed, "Then why don't you just go all the way to her yourself? After all, you are also a great demon like her. You are also the governor of a city like hers. Surely, she will be willing to assist you. Why come to me?"

Momoa scratched his head a bit in contemplation of an answer.

Butler Basket face saw this and stepped in to answer. "Forgive me for butting in, Master Cuban, but the Governor unfortunately has a very terrible history with Baroness Everbee. One might say it's even... scarring."

Cuban saw Momoa's reaction the moment the conversation turned to talking about Baroness Everbee.

It was as if it were a rat trying to hide from the menace of a wild cat.

Just the mention of her name sent chills down the governor's spine.

Then again, this was to be expected. Even Cuban shook his head at the thought of that mad woman.

It was no wonder she was the person in charge of Judas, the Ethereal Wandering City.

Having to even think about her now made the hair on his skin stand erect.

Knowing the kind of person she was, he wouldn't even be surprised if death itself was afraid of her.

Momoa saw the ugly look on Cuban's face.

He decided to add on to his final offer.

"As a show of good will and sincerity in this deal, I will also offer you my daughter's hand, Vinegar, in marriage!"

"What!?"

Not just Cuban, but also the Butler turned to Momoa in surprise.

He could not believe what he had just heard.

However, Momoa smiled at their reaction.

"I am sure you know how valuable my daughter is to me. She is not like my other children, and she is not just the princess of this city but also the apple of my eyes. However, I'm more than willing to give her to you."

Cuban was speechless about this.

There was once an Arena master who said if the city was about to be destroyed and Lady Vinegar was searching for a slipper, the governor would rather overturn mountains and dry up tundras to help her find it than help his city.

Her value in his heart was that much.

As such, he was very careful with her. Even suitors were not allowed.

And those who thought they were brave enough to walk up to him for her hand all left handless.

And that was the punishment he gave those demons from influential families.

Any lesser was straight death. A very torturous one.

There were many times some unlucky soul would be sacrificed in the city square for having lustful thoughts about her.

So much so that she was called the Untouched by the Demons of the city.

Demons were naturally a lustful lot.

However, if there was any Virgin in the city, then Governor Momoa could beat his chest and say that it was definitely his daughter.

It was that same daughter he was willing to give to Cuban.

This showed the value with which he considered this task.

Cuban thought about it a little. It was true that, with Baroness Everbee's help, he would have long captured Lenny.

However, he also had his reasons for avoiding her. These were reasons he rather not share.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help but look at the barbecue kidney before his eyes and then back at the owner of the kidney.

He understood Momoa's threat.

It was either Become a partner and in law on the one hand or become a meal on the other.

Cuban gritted his teeth as he nodded.

"Let's say I decide to do this. What of Lady Vinegar, is she aware?"

"Don't worry about my daughter; let me handle her. She will not disobey me."

Cuban nodded. "In that case, I guess we have a deal."

Momoa burst into a smile, "Good! Good!! All this talking has gotten me hungry." He took the barbecue kidney from Cuban's front and dug his teeth into it.

"Hmmm, deep-level demon meat is the sweetest..."