Taffman was two years older than Tanya, but had joined later and reached a lower realm, so he respectfully addressed her as "Senior Sister."
Speaking of Tanya, he revealed admiration and envy.
"Senior Sister Tanya, you've awakened the bloodline of the giant-horned minotaur, possessing the earth attribute. You can absorb earth-type magic stones, and your cultivation speed is faster than that of the average brute-force warlock!"
"As for you and me, we don't have Senior Sister Tanya's talent. We should just earn money honestly and try to buy more attributeless magic stones!"
The teapot sizzled, and the water was already boiling.
Alan made Taffman tea and politely inquired, "Senior Brother, are there any ways to make money? Can you advise me?"
"There are only two ways: either take on quests and earn bounties, or provide paid services," Taffman said frankly.
Take on quests and earn bounties.
Alan had heard about this way of making money from Herent. The academy's bulletin board was filled with various bounties.
There were official missions from the academy.
There were also personal commissions from instructors and students.
For example, seeking teammates to explore the hidden depths of the mountains.
For example, seeking to purchase rare herbs or special spellcasting materials.
And then there was the mission Helen had previously taken, escorting new students to the academy.
These bounties were either dangerous or troublesome.
In Allen's opinion, they weren't stable ways to make money.
He was more interested in the second path.
"Brother, what exactly do you mean by paid services?"
"It's simple. Sell whatever services you're good at!"
Tafman explained with a smile.
"For example, shaving, pedicures, brushing, furniture repair, chimney unclogging, and sewer unclogging."
Alan frowned.
"Brother, aren't there any higher-end service industries?"
Tafman thought for a moment, then gave an ambiguous smile.
"Of course there are higher-end ones, like the prostitution industry."
What Second Brother was referring to as "prostitution"...
Alan felt a sense of déjà vu.
To put it bluntly, it's selling one's body for sex.
This kind of business, considered immoral by ordinary people, is actually quite commonplace in the Warlock Academy.
It's not subject to legal constraints, nor moral condemnation.
There are indeed self-disciplined warlocks.
For example, Alan's mentor, Pantheon, and Senior Sister Tanya.
They are relatively conservative in this regard.
However, this father and daughter are in the minority.
Overall, seven out of ten warlocks have quite casual views on sex.
Second Brother Tafman is no exception. Seeing Allen's interest in this business, he sat down in the dormitory and taught his junior apprentice some of his experience.
"Both men and women can be bought and sold, and the price varies."
"The only difference is this: if a woman becomes pregnant after an affair, the child belongs to the woman, as compensation for the hardships of the pregnancy."
"Some sorceresses, unwilling to endure the pain of pregnancy, use magic to remove unborn babies from their wombs."
"They are transferred to an alchemical device that simulates the human body to complete subsequent embryonic development."
"Regardless of the method used to reproduce, the sorceress's child will usually have sorcerer blood."
"The mother can raise the baby herself or give it to the academy."
"The academy has a special agency for adopting babies, providing attentive care and raising them."
"A transfer fee will be paid to the biological mother based on the baby's bloodline."
"Many female apprentices with no background and limited skills survive on this island by constantly selling their blood."
"It's a shame, men can't earn that kind of money."
Tafman shrugged regretfully.
Alan stood up and refilled Tafman's tea.
"Brother, how do you know all this inside information?"
"Hey, I've been in this business myself!"
Tafman stroked his bald head a little embarrassedly.
"Junior brother! To be honest, I'm a top-tier gigolo in the gigolo business!"
Alan couldn't help but laugh at his boasting.
Taffman, of minotaur descent, selling his body... he's truly a genuine gigolo!
Taffman took a sip of tea and continued to explain the business of gigoloing to Alan.
"We violent warlocks are strong and sturdy, and we're particularly skilled in that area, making us very popular among gigolos."
"Of course, brute force alone isn't enough."
"We also need some artistic cultivation."
"Music, literature, food, and fashion."
"You need to be able to engage in conversation on topics rich women love to discuss, and with your sweet words and thoughtful demeanor, you'll have no problem making a little money."
"It's a pity that most of us violent warlocks have inferior bloodlines, so we can't earn the lavish sums of money that rich women pay to have children."
Wait a minute! Paying for what?
Alan perked up, becoming interested.
"Brother! Tell me more about this!"
"Junior brother, stop laughing!" Taffman said solemnly.
"This matter isn't as sordid as you think. Instead, it's a very serious topic with practical significance!"
"All major sorcerer families consider their bloodlines to be heirlooms!"
"They strictly restrict women from marrying out of their families, and restrict men from marrying into other families to prevent the loss of their bloodline."
"On the other hand, they actively marry out of their families and recruit new sons-in-law to enrich their own lineage."
"Do you understand this practice of having two sets of standards for internal and external relations?" Taffman paused and asked.
Alan nodded in agreement.
Genetic diversity is the foundation for maintaining the vitality of a population.
You never know what will happen.
If the main bloodline declines in the future, perhaps a powerful branch bloodline will be able to take over.
"To achieve this goal, you will find that marriage contracts are actually unnecessary."
Taffman continued. "Rich women from aristocratic families want bloodline seeds, not men who can provide them."
"They're willing to spend a fortune to buy seeds from male sorcerers with excellent bloodlines. This is what's known as 'paying a large sum to have children.'"
"Such transactions are common in our academy," Tufman continued, speaking to Allen.
"Go to the trading floor and look at the noticeboard, and you'll see."
"The price of the bloodline and the price of the seeds are clearly marked."
Alan listened with rapt interest.
The fertility market at the Warlock Academy sounded even more radical than the "sperm banks" of his previous life; it was already fully commercialized.
If this trend continued, perhaps one day this industry would be consolidated by farsighted investors and listed...
Tufman's sigh brought Allen back to reality. "Unfortunately, my minotaur bloodline is too low-grade."
"Rich women are only willing to spend a small amount of money to enjoy my body for a while, but they have no interest in lending me their seed..."
Tafman looked down at Allen and said earnestly:
"Junior brother, your ogre bloodline is about the same quality as my minotaur bloodline."
"You probably won't have a chance in the business of paying a large sum of money to have children, but selling your body to earn some pocket money is still possible."
"Based on my experience, young and handsome wolfdogs like you are very popular among middle-aged wealthy women."
"Adopt a few godmothers, and you won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future!"