newbobooks Chapter 63 has a kind of madness about someone who looks calm on the outside but is holding a bloods
Chapter 63 has a kind of madness about someone who looks calm on the outside but is holding a bloods
As a Chinese person who loves saving money all my life, has little material desire, and never orders takeout, you save money quickly, but you also spend it quickly.
This includes, but is not limited to, paying for Angel's outings, buying necessary ingredients for the inn's members (especially Alastor), stocking Hesk's bar with more drinks, replenishing the food supplies in the refrigerator, repairing and upgrading necessary facilities in the inn, replacing damaged public facilities in the inn, and so on...
It wasn't until you were dealt a heavy blow by the demons outside the inn today that you finally decided to take action.
That's true. I can't just have all the skills and wealth I have and then let them rot in the inn, can I?
...While Shirley might genuinely wish you would do that, it would still be a bit too much.
You still hope that you can not only solve problems when the inn is in crisis, but also provide some help to Shirley's inn in other ways, even if it is in secret.
And you don't want to be stuck with not having money when the inn needs you.
You were a top student majoring in finance during your lifetime. No matter what, you shouldn't be humiliated in your own field of expertise!
"You said you could take down SDFF within a month... is that true?"
Although Harlan found the words of the Eastern sinner before him utterly frivolous, he still harbored some hope because he had witnessed the true power of the female demon and knew that she seemed to have connections with nobles who disliked sinners.
He truly didn't know what other abilities the sinner before him possessed, but she spoke with such ease and composure that Harlan was unsure whether he should gamble or not.
"SFDD is such a low-class thing. I only said one month because I gave your contemptible brother basic respect."
When faced with Harlan's question, you frowned, your tone carrying a hint of contempt and disdain that you yourself might not even realize.
“My real goal is to build my own business within three months and make a name for myself in the Pride Ring, at least to be on par with one of the 3Vs. I don’t have time to waste on the Joker.”
...?
"...Fuck you, girl, do you know what crazy things you're saying?"
Faced with the female demon's arrogant words, Harun ultimately swallowed her words.
After all, he can't beat you.
If he had just thought that the woman in front of him was somewhat reliable, then after she said those words, he immediately began to think that she might be a hysterical lunatic. Harlen sighed, waved his hand, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"Little girl, I don't have time to play this rich kid's game with you. I'm grateful you invited a hopeless, fallen soul like me to join you, but..."
Because [the woman] had always been very polite to her, out of respect, Harlen's tone was noticeably better than when the strange female demon had first entered.
"Sir, I did not ask you to give me an answer now."
"If even one of the things I just said is false, or if I can't do even one of them, I can give you ten times your salary as compensation three months from now."
Despite having already offered sufficiently generous terms, you remained calm in the face of Harlen's rejection, showing none of the irritability or anger one would expect from an ordinary demon from hell.
Throughout the conversation, you were patient and easygoing.
Although you may seem cold and aloof, like an emotionless robot, you always manage to project an unshakeable confidence and reliability to the other person—like an extremely steadfast mountain.
"I'm only giving you one day to consider it. This is a golden opportunity, and you won't get another chance. I hope you can think it through."
As you said this, without changing your expression and ignoring the other person's hesitant look, you quietly took out a paper crane from your sleeve and let it hover in the air.
“If you agree, I will take you to the SFDD next door that day to pay off the debt. In the next few days, I will have someone come to repair the restaurant. We will try to start business within two weeks and make the place across the street and White Winnington disappear within half a month.”
After emphasizing the scene Harlan most wanted to see, you looked down at the canine sinner before you, your tone becoming somewhat persuasive.
"This is my contact information. If you have a reply in mind, just write it down here, and this paper crane will bring your reply back to me."
The mysterious Eastern sinner's contact information is also mysterious.
Seeing the other person's conflicted expression, you, completely unhurried, raised your eyebrows and waited quietly.
Although he doesn't engage in soul transactions, ■■■ is a born businessman.
She knows what others want and what she wants; she knows how to break through the most vulnerable parts of human nature.
Most importantly, she is good at waiting.
Like a hunter lurking in the dark, waiting for its prey to take the bait.
Once Harlan finally succumbs to temptation and takes the paper crane from your hand, you know your plan is almost certainly going to succeed.
But just as the male sinner's hand touched the paper crane in your hand, a small dragon made of black lightning suddenly swam along your wrist toward the paper crane, and finally leaped into the air, emitting a dazzling light.
The unusual sight startled Harlan.
"This is encrypted magic. If someone tampers with your answer... then this little guy will make them wish they were dead."
Seeing the other person's ears immediately flatten and their sharp teeth unconsciously bared, you spoke first, keeping a calm expression, to avoid them falling into paranoia again.
Seeing the other person's skeptical expression and hesitant manner, you, having already let go of the paper crane, were too lazy to explain anything further. You simply shrugged and turned to walk briskly towards the door.
Because he had been working as a cleaner on the other side of the street, Harlan, who looked even older than his brother White, seemed not to have yet recovered from this huge change.
He stared blankly at the mysterious sinner who had already reached the door.
The female demon, dressed in a way that seemed out of place in hell, hadn't even told him her name. Although her strength and wealth appeared unfathomable, Harlan still felt there was something eccentric about her.
Moreover, because the other party's expression was calm when he said crazy things, his rational madness even carried a kind of chilling quality that no other madman in hell had.
But it wasn't until the sinner, who had been spouting a bunch of arrogant remarks, reached the door that Harlan had a chance to see her face clearly through the red glow of the Arrogance Ring.
She has a delicate Eastern face that is different from the stereotypical image.
It was clear that she retained most of her human features. The female demon's features were more defined than the Easterners he remembered from his previous life, which made her look somewhat androgynous, but she was still very beautiful.
Her excessively pale complexion made her look like a finely sculpted porcelain doll.
The female demon was naturally aloof, and coupled with her unique oriental charm, she exuded a cold and distant aura—to put it simply, she was like a plaster statue sculpted by an artist that had come to life.
Strangely enough, the other person's Eastern aura was already quite unusual, but Harlan had never seen anyone in Hell whose soul form was the same as hers... no, not even similar.
Antlers, cow ears, snake tail, soft mane.
Beyond the somber black robe, the red hair tie added a unique charm to the aloof Eastern sinner.
At this moment, the witch's black hair, tied in a high ponytail, had to be dragged down by her tail, otherwise it would most likely have been rubbing against the ground... Oh right, and her long and nimble tail as well.
She must have used that tail, which looks almost four meters long, to kill many other sinners, right?
Thinking this, Harlan, whose expression was somewhat complicated, did not notice the uninvited guest who had been staring at her, and glanced back at him.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Harlan."
Suddenly remembering something, you lazily used magic to open the door, but only stepped out with one foot.
"Didn't SFDD across from you brag about getting that 'Starry Sky' personally appointed to their store and even vouch for it... uh, or something like that?"
As you recalled, you said in a slightly disdainful tone.
"Uh...right? White bought a token and a recipe from the Stars on the black market, but the recipe was fake...but I guess nobody cares, right? After all, the title of Stars is the most important thing."
Harlan, who had indeed heard a little about the matter, shrugged at you.
"Oh, I see? So you can buy Stars' personal tokens on the black market?"
Upon hearing this, the seemingly thoughtful Eastern Sinner lowered his head and muttered a few words.
"Yes, if you have something personally approved by the stars, it's very difficult to surpass the fame of 'Delicious to Death' within half a month."
As he said this, Harlan, holding a bottle of liquor he'd somehow gotten his hands on, plopped down on the cushion and said to you in a gloating tone.
you:"……"
Faced with Harlan's seemingly provocative remarks, after pondering for a moment, you stood at the door and waved your hand, saying casually, "Whatever, it's just the Stars' Initiation, right? I'll just invite the Stars' Initiation Demon himself over then, won't I?"
……
Harun: "?"
what?
The arrogant ring's crimson light tinged the demones' pale faces with a pale pink hue. Seemingly unaware of just how explosive her words had been, the demones casually flicked their tails.
"Oh, by the way, the stars probably won't like you looking so disheveled."
"I hope that if we reach an agreement, you'd better make sure you're all dressed neatly before you meet the stars in person."
In the brief moments when the other person was so quiet it seemed as if their cerebellum had atrophied.
You looked Harlan up and down before leaving with those two disdainful words, completely ignoring Harlan's deafening silence in the shop.
As the little bell at the door jingled crisply, you, having finally finished your negotiations, stood on the chaotic street of Arrogant Ring Road and unconsciously took a deep breath of the extremely foul-smelling air—
Until you discover the place where Viya and IMP disappeared, leaving behind a large, messy area with a lingering, malicious smell.
……
Your good mood turned into a pile of dog shit: "..."
Hellish Pride Ring, you *******, *******.