If Ails had a face, it would probably be full of solemnity— because Ails realized his boss had beco even stronger.
When Malin sat down at the bar counter, the Succubus miss handed a drink nu to the new guest, although the whole process seed as if she had just drunk Holy Water boiled with the fruit of the World Tree, such shivering was truly discourteous for the boss of a store.
Malin glanced at the drink na— the store’s best-seller, River Styx Maggot Soup.
Malin’s face involuntarily twitched, put down the nu, and pushed it toward the succubus who was forcing a smile.
"Don’t kill !" The succubus looked like she was about to cry without tears.
"Do people actually eat this?" Malin had to ask in a very serious tone.
The succubus glanced at the nu and imdiately pulled a long face to swap it for Malin, though Malin wanted to tell her that as a succubus, he didn’t expect her to be flirtatious, but at least don’t look like crying when you smile, it’s really not good, I, Malin, always convince people with reason.
But what can he say, after all, this is soone else’s store, the guest should suit the host’s convenience. Malin looked at the content on the nu and finally picked a seemingly harmless coffee.
After all, underneath this coffee it said— produced from the main plane, pure human flavor, contains no elents from lower planes.
Goodness, this is like those claiming to be all-natural, isn’t it?
"How much?" With this in mind, Malin took out his money pouch, a small spatial bag that Malin often used before, after all, when the ladies go out shopping, it’s unreasonable if Malin doesn’t pay.
"Ten silver sullas." Seeing his custor finally placing an order, the succubus looked visibly relieved: "Sir, would you like so lamb chops? This is the most popular main plane dish among all my guests."
"Really?" Malin smiled, while turning his head to look at the various sinister guests pretending to play dead.
"Yes, sir, truly delicious." This one could speak human language, though not very well, at least they all bravely answered any questions troubleso for their Malin sir.
Those who couldn’t speak human language just nodded their heads up and down like counters, not fearing to get neck arthritis right on the spot.
Since that’s the case, Malin turned back to the succubus: "Where is this lamb from?"
"It’s from the slaughterhouse under that lord’s dominion, bred by his pointed ear familiars, absolutely free of pollution." The succubus said this fixedly looking at Malin’s pointed ears.
Obviously, she must have mistaken Malin for one of the Naless’s minions, Malin didn’t mind these devils and demons letting their imaginations run wild.
"How much altogether?" Malin opened the bag.
"Fifty-five silver sullas, or one gold sulla." The gold-silver ratio given by the succubus made Malin grin. He fished out a small gold bar from his little pouch, pinched it into a pure one with his hand, and tossed it in front of the succubus: "Is it enough?"
"Too much, sir." The succubus dared not reach out.
"Take it, consider it a tip." Malin smiled, while turning his head to look at the devils secretly sizing him up. These guys from Barto Hell piqued Malin’s curiosity.
And that devil noticed Malin watching him, after much contemplation, it raised a small hand: "Oh, pointed ear lord, I want to sell you a piece of information."
In the entire bar, at least half of the sinister guests perked up their ears.
"Interesting, what do you want in return?" Malin turned halfway around to look at this devil.
"Just a little token of appreciation, as a gift for you just having wiped out those demons for us." The devil spoke sowhat cautiously.
Malin turned his head to Ails: "How trustworthy are these demons?"
· The Ghoul would laugh, the Gargoyle would soften hearted, and the bloated corpse would deflate upon hearing.
Ails cracked a very cold joke.
Malin turned his head to the devil: "Go ahead, I’m listening."
"There’s a demon camp nearby, they caught several elves last ti, saying they plan to sell them to so collectors." This devil smiled, seemingly very confident in his gift.
"A significant gift, what are the coordinates?" Malin extended his hand.
The devil handed over a parchnt inscribed with coordinates, Malin accepted it, turned around and fished out a gem imprisoning what should be a champion parrot’s soul and tossed it to him: "This is the deposit."
The devil joyfully caught the gem, the next second the words Malin spoke made his face fall.
"Since you caught it, I’ve locked onto you, if you’re lying, you should know what ans the Naless has." Malin certainly knew it was unlikely to be false, it’s highly possible an enemy demon in that camp was involved, this devil probably wanted to shift the bla, since he couldn’t handle it himself, so he sought soone relevant, the more powerful the better.
That’s why this guy was here, likely waiting for the Naless, but now he discovered a comparably strong existence ca.
And his unhappiness was probably because his location was pinpointed by Malin.
"But if you didn’t lie, and I rescue those little fellows, here’s your second gift." Saying this, Malin placed a gem imprisoning a Great Demon’s large soul on the counter.
Then amidst the unified gasping of various sinister guests in the bar, Malin rose and nodded to Ails: "I’ll be back shortly, leave this here, if anyone dares go long-handed, rember them, I’ll wipe out their kin on my return."
"Wow, such big words." Coincidentally, a few serpentine creatures walking with their tails pushed open the door and ca in.
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