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What now, should I say 'as expected'? Otherwise, how could you explain this? A subspecies of Hell Demon, are you serious now? Couldn't those bastards find soone from our world to work as a bodyguard instead of poking your noses into other dinsions?! Myne thought, frustration colouring his face, clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain silent so as not to alert the enemy.
Internally, however, he was cursing a blue streak.
"Haahoo, calm down, Myne, calm down. Think rationally. Although this demon's status is filled with question marks, if he truly were as powerful as other demons in hell like Gall, Belial, or Alban, why would it bow its head to a pig and allow such insults?
There are two possibilities that I can't see its status: either it possesses so kind of magical item that blocks appraisal skill, or it's several dozen levels higher than , rendering the skill ineffective. Considering most hus haven't even reached level 100, the forr option seems more likely.
Otherwise, a re hu wouldn't be enough to hold a candle in front of a demon, let's not talk about enslaving it.
The more Myne contemplated the situation, the more he felt his guess made sense, and his confidence returned. He opened his eyes and again looked at the mysterious demon, but sadly the high-quality robe concealed everything beneath. Instead, as Myne's gaze lingered, the demon seed to sense his scrutiny. A murderous aura, detectable only by Myne, descended upon him.
Damn! What kind of skill is this? It feels like I am standing in the middle of a mountain of corpses. The suppression is so overwhelming! Myne, whose back was covered in sweat and whose face turned ugly, couldn't help but tremble under the mysterious demon's murderous aura.
However, because Myne was using the Illusory Veil skill to maintain his fake outer appearance, no one except that mysterious demon noticed his abnormality.
Just when Myne was about to use his King's Intimidation skill to fight back, the booming voice of the fatty interrupted them both, and the mysterious demon also stopped ssing with Myne for the ti being.
"Where's the damn manager of this place? Why hasn't that bastard co to greet this young master? Just because you run this filthy bar and my fathers you give so freedom doesn't an you can look down on , get your ass out quickly!"
Because the fatty's subordinates were all unique and completely out of touch with common sense, and there wasn't a single normal person who could bootlick him and use his na to satisfy his inner desires while boasting his young master's na just like normal script, poor fatty had to do it by himself, which was obviously very embarrassing.
But thankfully, the fatty was a thick-skinned guy, and this level of shalessness was nothing for him.
Puff!""
Bang!
Because of the fatty's out-of-script action, one person in the audience couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, although he attempted to stifle it imdiately, the fatty, whose face turned red from anger, didn't give him ti to react and threw a lightning bolt at the man without any hesitation.
However, the audience wasn't filled with ordinary citizens. They were elite spies, assassins, and killers, how could anyone bully them so easily?\\ Just as the fatty's lightning strike was about to hit, that guy suddenly rolled on the ground, took out five throwing knives with an unknown green substance coating their tips out of nowhere, and threw them at the fatty's face without a second thought.
Seeing five knives with poison coating on them coming at him with astonishing speed, the fatty, who always bullied others with his golden piggy status and never received this kind of treatnt before, instantly lost colour on his face.
As the knives were just a few ters away from his chubby face, he also got a chance to see a weird-looking skeleton man, wearing a long black robe and hood, holding a scythe and waving it at him.
However, just when everyone thought that the fatty was about to go west, suddenly, to everyone's surprise, and Myne's great disappointnt, who already prepared to steal the fatty's skills as soon the knives sent the fatty to hell, the knives suddenly paused in mid-air, as if gravity had abandoned them for the fatty sake.
"Haa, haaah, haaa. Motherf*cker! How dare you attack this young master? Do you have any idea who I am?!" The fatty, who ca back to his senses after seeing that he managed to save his pig's life, panted heavily before, without caring who saved him, started yelling at the man who threw poisoned knives at him.
"Hahaha, no, I don't know who the f*ck you are, or why the f*ck you are. For , you are just a pig, enjoying your pig parents' wealth. If not for that servant of yours, I would have dealt with you like a bastard with the back of my hand and forgotten about it in a few seconds."
The knife man also wasn't soone with a good temper and seed quite drunk as well, didn't hold back at all, and verbally slapped the fatty across the face without any hesitation, making everyone in the bar chuckle. A few of them even clap for him, boasting The knife man's ego. Continue your journey with empire
Even Alex was no exception; after all, who doesn't like throwing salt on soone's injuries, especially when the other party not only was born with a golden spoon, had the face of a pig but also dared to talk nonsense without any power?
Boom!
Just when everyone thought that the fatty would explode from anger and start crying, suddenly, a small part of the ceiling on top of the knife man crumbled and with unimaginable speed fell on his head. But this wasn't the end.
Just as the knife man fell to the ground, moaning in pain, the fatty, seeing the opportunity to save face, raised his hand, and one lightning bolt after another erupted from his fingertips, striking the downed the poor knife man. This didn't stop until the poor knife man beca a charcoal man.
This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. No one had expected such a jovial man, one who had made them laugh just monts ago, to et such a horrific end. Everyone gazes subconsciously darted upward, fearing they might be the next targets of the collapsing ceiling.
However, seeing a perfectly circular void where the debris originated from, they imdiately understood it was man-made, not because the bar was too old.
Then, with a synchronized movent, their heads turned towards the mysterious demon standing obediently behind the halfling ass who was also a part-ti walking throne. The five poisoned knives from earlier levitated around it, leaving no doubt about the culprit behind the poor charcoal man's demise.
As for the fatty, who had delivered the final blow, was ignored by everyone from the beginning to the end.
"Hahaha, why are you all bastards fallen silent? Don't you want to laugh at this young master anymore, huh? Co on, try it. Maybe you can succeed and walk out of this shity bar alive," The fatty, who was still enjoying the success brought by others, spoke arrogantly, like a clown feeding off chicken blood.
All his previous lost confidence recovered in an instant, and he again entered the arrogant young master mode.
"And where the hell is that goddamn manager? Why hasn't he co out to greet yet..."
"I've been right here the entire ti, can't you see? Just how close do you want to see ? Do I now have to sit on your lap so you can see clearly? Why don't you go and check your eyes? Why is it always who has to deal with those kinds of idiots, there is no peace in life at all."
Alex, whose mood was bad as f*ck thanks to the fatty's grand entrance, which not only ruined the entire bar but also destroyed most of his prized wine collection, and Myne pouring oil on the fire, now hoping for a positive response from him was the sa as hoping for a 300 kg guy to beco enlightened and decide to lose weight suddenly, completely out of the question.
So obviously, there was no way Alex could react calmly, especially after hearing not-so-pleasant words from the spoiled brat of his boss. If not for the lesson of the poor charcoal man, Alex might have already thrown the wine bottle in his hand at the fatty's face.
Another pregnant silence descended upon the bar. The fatty's face, which had just returned to normal, flushed crimson and then beca purple which made Myne doubtful, wondering if this fatty also had a chaleon bloodline that appraisal skill couldn't detect, otherwise what was the matter with his continued to change in skin colour to change according to his emotions.
"As expected of Boss Alex, his temper is as legendary as ever. He didn't give this unknown fatty, who seed to have quite a powerful bodyguard..."
God knows who said this, but as soon as this comnt appeared, everyone began to murmur their agreent. Most voices hurled blatant insults at the big-talking fatty, while others showered Alex with praise, hoping for a discount later.
Furious, the fatty scanned the room, searching for the source of the voice. He was ready to transform another man into charcoal, but sadly, there was no one. Clearly, this guy was smart. After venting his anger, he quickly changed his location.
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