His Majesty the Witch King Clark Gable must have seen through Liu Zhankan’s sly thoughts.
After being transported by the crystal teleportation array, Liu Zhankan, holding Wei Zhi, appeared in a rather ordinary "Fruitful Fields" Trading Company.
This trading company had neither black volcanic rock floors nor luxurious crystal walls; everything from floor to shelves to do was made of wood, revealing a luster of golden years amidst the mottled surroundings.
The boss was nad York, a corpulent chasm demon whose shell resembled a layer of bran, shining with a slippery glow that hinted at excess nutrition. His pair of bright red compound eyes sparkled with market savvy, as he nodded and bowed continuously to Liu Zhankan, accompanied by two underdeveloped yellow-haired girls.
Liu Zhankan glanced around and cursed Clark Gable’s ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. This shopfront was at most a hundred square ters, furnished simply and chaotically, with a ladder leading to the loft in the corner, dim indoor lighting, and air filled with the scent of straw, emanating a rural aroma.
The Demon World is so large that not all settlents could possibly be big cities. This shop must be located in so remote countryside. Liu Zhankan was too lazy to ask where it was, directly asking Boss York to first help him pick out clothes.
Wei Zhi, away from places with no acquaintances, looked significantly more at ease, peeking a little corner of her eyes out from Liu Zhankan’s embrace, filled with curiosity and surprise as she glanced around. For Liu Zhankan, this place might be a bit simple, but for her, a rmaid of the Sea Clan who had never seen the land world, everything was fresh.
Indeed, this shop was no ordinary place. Liu Zhankan’s shifty eyes were sharp, but he searched for a long ti without finding anything that caught his fancy. The walls were hung with a row of pickaxes, sickles outnumbering battle knives on the shelves, and the cabinets had plenty of crystal products, all filled with plant seeds, while the few Demon Clan shoppers were all barefoot with a farr’s deanor.
With the help and assistance of two maids, Wei Zhi occasionally appeared in the simple fitting room, trying on clothes one by one.
Although the countryside won’s clothing style was very simple, it had a lily-like purity and beauty when worn by her, which made the chasm boss exclaim in amazent.
"Miss, with your beauty, you are absolutely qualified to beco the saintess of the Dream Goddess!" Boss York chid with excitent, his sickle-shaped teeth clicking. It was equivalent to other Demon Clan mbers enthusiastically giving a thumbs up.
Wei Zhi, the little girl who had encountered too many changes today, initially felt a bit reserved, but modesty aside, after being praised by Boss York, she gradually beca more natural and shyly said thank you, her watery and enchanting eyes blinking alluringly, making the chasm boss tremble all over.
"What, does the Dream Goddess’ saintess have to be a pretty girl?" Liu Zhankan leaned comfortably on a chair, cross-legged on the chasm boss’s back shell, picked up the tea brewed by a maid, gently blew away the floating tea cake, and took a sip with squinting eyes.
The tea in the Demon World was brewed from black tea cakes, each about the size of an Aegean currency coin. The brewed tea tasted sour, the more expensive the tea cake, the sourer the tea. At first, it might be a bit unusual to drink, but after a while, it would taste quite pleasant.
The chasm boss slanted a glance at Liu Zhankan, thinking this silver-eyed man was more disgusting than a corpse. He, as a silver-eyed being, actually had to ask if the Dream Goddess’ saintess of his race was pretty; if not a bit crazy, he was definitely pretending.
"Dear sir, it is said the saintess envoy of the Brunei Main Temple’s Dream Goddess is still a nearly extinct Diao Chan beauty!" Though Boss York’s expression remained humble, regardless of whether the other party was pretending or insane, he couldn’t afford to offend him. Soone had already used a BoneLink treasure chest to notify the boss that this silver-eyed was a distinguished guest of the big boss, and must be well arranged and entertained.
As for his own big boss, York the chasm boss had never been able to understand what kind of saintly figure he was. For soone like him, a re lower-level staff mber, a life spent muddling along is the only goal. As for entertaining VIPs, Daban Town was a remote and small place, where truly few VIPs ca to "Grass Valley." Only occasionally did so curious sons of nobles co here with entourage for exploration, ostensibly enjoying pastoral life, but practically just ruining several pretty village girls nearby.
However, as a trader, Boss York had at least so basic insight. The tactical gloves of this silver-eyed had winged knight rose vine decorations, calling him "dear sir" should not be wrong.
Hearing the words "Diao Chan beauty," Liu Zhankan sprayed the tea in his mouth all over the boss’s face, causing a mont of astonishnt and focus around.
"It’s nothing, nothing." Liu Zhankan waved his hand, wiping the water from his mouth.
Obischillaci! Liu Zhankan was full of grief and indignation, what is Diao Chan beauty? Diao Chan beauty was once a specialized saintess of the Bimon Temple ten thousand years ago! Now she actually went to the Dream Goddess’ sanctuary to lend credibility!
Liu Zhankan was not saddened by the peerlessly beautiful won falling into the hands of the Demon Clan; what agonized him the most was that nowadays, Beamon descendants living in the Demon World all view themselves as part of the Demon World, believing those living on the Aegean Continent are evil races occupying their ancestors’ holand!
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