Chapter 68 Are You Tough Enough?

"Isn't each of you pretty tough when you're boasting?" Viktor couldn't help but reprimand these guys.

The group of unruly thugs, usually lawless, now fell silent and hung their heads.

Viktor hadn't considered this possibility—that it wasn't these guys being weak, but rather Odo's combat prowess being a bit over the top.

Standing nearby, Geoffrey looked on with satisfaction at Odo. After all, he had trained this super warrior himself, so being strong was the goal.

Today's third challenger had a somewhat special identity.

He was a Veed, also the leader of pirates, who had been roaming near the village of Carlius. Before he could start plundering anything, he ran into Alexander's Redemption Knights head-on.

Then Alexander slapped him so hard that he spun in the air twice and fainted on the spot.

When he woke up, he found himself a glorious slave captive.

But he always thought his fighting ability was decent. Even if he were placed in the Veed army, he would probably be at the level of a Veed sergeant.

At least in this prison, he had no match.

Indeed, wherever there was a prison, there would be a creature called the prison tyrant.

He was the recognized prison tyrant of Carlius Prison.

He was also the ceiling of the slaves' and prisoners' combat power. Now he was challenging Odo for freedom.

After he took the field, he took off his shirt directly, revealing his strong muscles.

Although he was shorter than Odo, his momentum was not weak at all because his body was covered with scars left by swords and knives, looking extremely ferocious.

Looking into Odo's eyes, he showed no fear at all, but rather a desire for battle and a bloodthirsty frenzy.

(The reason this guy wasn't chosen by Alexander to plunder Barlow is that he's too brutal. While others become robbers to steal goods, he just kills for the sake of killing.)

Seeing this, Odo also took off his magnificent knight's suit, revealing his muscular upper body.

Looking at the two intimidating men in the center of the prison, the passion of the entire arena was ignited instantly. Everyone cheered, and the prisoners in the prison shouted the name of the prison tyrant loudly. Viktor, seeing this, called on the members of the Redemption Knights to also shout Odo's name loudly.

"I usually play quite hard. If you still want to walk out of here standing, I advise you to surrender early." The prison tyrant gestured to Odo with his fist the size of a sandbag.

Then Odo raised his fist the size of a basin and made a gesture Geoffrey had taught him—he slowly extended his thumb towards the prison tyrant, then rotated his hand 180 degrees and pointed his thumb towards the ground three times.

Geoffrey told Odo that this gesture means showing respect to the opponent, and usually, after doing this gesture, the opponent will go all out in the fight with you.

Odo: Sure enough, old Geoffrey is a good man.

After his thumb pointed towards the ground, the prison tyrant indeed rushed towards him with a roar.

The two muscular men fiercely collided, like two muscular mountains.

Odo's fists greeted the prison tyrant, who surprisingly gave up defense, and his fists also struck Odo.

Odo naturally couldn't back down. Both sides stood motionless, exchanging blows.

The entire prison was screaming loudly. They had never seen such a brutal way of fighting. This was the way real men fought.

In the center of the prison, two muscular men with their upper bodies bare engaged in a true battle of men.

Both sides were already covered in blood and flesh, just seeing who could endure it longer.

In the end, amid the cheers of the crowd, Odo's fist smashed into the prison tyrant's face, and he collapsed with a crash. This time, he didn't get up again.

Although Odo was also bruised and battered, he looked very spirited. He breathed heavily, his eyes scanning the audience fiercely, like a king in a duel.

"That guy performed well."

Alexander, who knows when he arrived, stood behind Viktor and asked.

After seeing the newcomer clearly, Viktor quickly replied respectfully, "Sir, he's the one I told you about earlier, Bilson."

Alexander nodded. It had to be said that the physical quality of the Veed was strong, like natural-born infantry, regardless of combat power. Just in terms of resilience, they far exceeded the Imperial and Barlow people.

"He has a flawed personality, right?" Alexander asked again.

Viktor nodded, "Yes, sir. Bilson is more easily angered and more impulsive than others. Instead of calmly discussing things, he prefers to solve problems with violence."

"Give him a job; I have a plan for him." Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Are you giving this guy freedom?" Viktor still felt a bit reluctant to let Bilson leave his prison.

"Yes, we can't just let this guy go and farm or build, can we?" Alexander replied.

Alexander didn't tell Bilson about the job he arranged for him, just letting him stay temporarily in the prison. Although he didn't have to work, he wasn't allowed to go anywhere either.

A month passed quickly.

The initial batch of deer whip liquor was finally produced, and after Alexander had someone test it, he confirmed that the liquor had a very good effect, instantly turning people into powerhouses.

"Hehe, this is the effect we want."

Alexander smirked, having already had someone write the advertisement:

How to make your woman look at you with admiration? How to make your mistress beg for mercy on her knees? 

Is your strength enough to make a woman tear the sheets, or just leave behind a disdainful look? 

Revive your manhood at Carlius Deer Whip Liquor, the source of male power and women's happiness! 

Now, for only 998, for only 998, bring hardness home.

"Isn't our pricing a bit exaggerated, my lord?" Viktor looked at the first batch of 50 barrels of deer whip liquor. He knew that the cost price of this stuff per barrel was at most thirty to forty denars. Selling it as regular liquor, a barrel could only fetch around 50 denars. But now, selling one barrel for nearly 1000 denars seemed too much; he feared no one would buy it.

"We weren't planning to sell this to commoners anyway. How much profit can they make?" Alexander looked at Viktor with a smirk. Viktor instantly understood; after all, wealth wasn't in the hands of most people.

"My lord, I've selected the people you wanted. They used to make money solely through their mouths." Viktor pulled out about twenty people from the prison.

These pulled-out fellows were all the kind of swindlers who caused trouble wherever they went, but they had top-notch eloquence.

The reason Alexander picked them out was to give them a very important job—sales!

He wasn't afraid they would run away either because Alexander promised them a tenth of the sales for each barrel of deer whip liquor they sold.

Upon hearing Alexander's conditions, these guys' eyes bulged. Selling one barrel of liquor could earn them nearly 100 denars. That was faster than robbery! They didn't care about the actual effects of the product; they only cared about selling it. Now, they regretted not having grown two more legs so they could start showing off their "talents" early.

To ensure these guys could smoothly meet the nobles in various places, Alexander issued them identification cards with the Castilia family crest as messengers.

As for how much they could sell, it depended on their own abilities. And if you managed to sell a 998 denar bottle for 9998, you still got a tenth of the commission.