sweet conquest of the devil gl

Both housing transactions and leases need to be completed at the intermediary under the Chamber of Commerce.

The intermediary looked at the form in his hand, glanced at Floria's modest attire, and was a little embarrassed: "Miss, are you sure you want to buy real estate in the commercial area? It needs at least two floors, enough to open a hotel shop ?”

"That's right, do you have any suggestions?" Floria flicked away the flying hair on her forehead.

The intermediary coughed softly: "Yes, one of the newly built pyroxene buildings on Central Avenue is on sale, and the price is at least 10 gold coins. The cheap one is resold at the Red Iris Hotel on the commercial street, and only needs 5000 gold coins. Others None of them meet your request."

"Are you kidding, there are only two buildings?!" Floria's head hair, which was budgeted to explode, also exploded.

The intermediary put down the form helplessly: "Yes, most of the properties in the commercial street will not be listed for sale here, but will be resold independently through other channels. The main business of the intermediary office is subletting services." The implication is very simple, If you want to find a house, you have to have contacts, and the real estate in the business district will basically change hands among familiar businessmen.

"Then rent it, rent a big one, my budget is about 200 gold coins." Naturally, Floria would not argue with the reality, and she sat back in her seat in Barbatos' smooth hair.

"Okay, please show your Chamber of Commerce membership card."

During the agent's smiling farewell, Floria left without looking back: "Why does the real estate agency require members, and there are no gatherings..."

"Miss, you don't need to worry about this. Maybe there will be cheap houses for sale after a while. Haunted houses or houses that are eager to sell for special reasons are always at a good price." Barbatos' hint was very obvious.

"That's right, there happened to be a house like that, so it might be a case of disappearance? Or any other reason." Floria smiled knowingly, the guys from the slave hunting team were still somewhat useful.

"Miss, what are you going to do next, do you want to check the progress of Xinlian?"

Amid Barbatos's mellow smile, Floria's expression gradually distorted: I completely forgot!

Once the teleportation is sent out, all the travel play and so on will be given away for nothing.

Xinlian hugged His Highness the Demon King who walked out of the brilliance, "You are finally back, woo woo woo, human beings are too complicated, Your Highness!"

Floria dyed her long golden hair again, and patted Xinlian: "Calm down, since this king is back, you have nothing to be afraid of. Tell me what happened?"

"Your Highness, your identity is really super dangerous!" Xinlian threw a bombshell: "Sir Henry's half-brother somehow got evidence of the collusion between Vincent and the Demon Lord's Returning Sect, Prepare to go to the capital to testify against you as a witch!"

It took Floria a few seconds to remember the identity of that bastard Vincent: the former deputy of Melanton City, but he really secretly colluded with the Demon Lord to return to the sect.

Therefore, the evidence, nine times out of ten, was handed out by the guy lurking in Melanton City, and it is basically credible. It is difficult to prove that the evidence is [forged].

"So you squatted in the room in fear and dare not go out? Or are you under house arrest?" Floria looked around, there were many toys and half-eaten snacks.

"There is no house arrest, but Henry's younger brother... the person who forgot his name is probably rushing to the capital. Grandpa Claude asked me to wait here obediently, and wait for the inspectors from the capital to come, saying that it is a normal procedure." Heart Kazilan, who loves to shine, blinked her big eyes.

Floria turned her face and looked at Barbatos. The two could understand each other's thoughts immediately without communicating.

[This little brain of love can be rebuilt. 】

"Xinlian, use your brain to think, why can't we just sit here and wait?"

"Eh? Can't it? Grandpa Claude said that the church is still very cautious in judging witches and the like. Brother Henry can at most bribe the nobles to ruin our reputation?" Xinlian didn't react yet, smiling like pretending stupid.

"Idiot, it's based on [Floria is an innocent girl]!" Sitting and waiting is a word tailored for you!

"But we didn't collude with the Demon Lord Returning Sect—wow, it hurts."

Floria grabbed her cheeks: "Idiot Xinlian! We are indeed not witches, we are demon kings and devils, okay?!"

Only then did Xinlian suddenly realize: "Oops—I don't know if my ability can resist the church's testing methods... No seniors have ever been in this world!"

"It's not just you, I'm not sure, this is a wild world for the company." Floria pressed her forehead with some headaches: "In short, this matter cannot be expanded to the church level, it must be suppressed to the nobles solve."

Drag it to the church, maybe there will be a picture of yourself being stewed in a big pot.

"Your Highness is right, so how does Your Highness plan to deal with it?" Barbatos had a look of joining in the fun, and the Demon King didn't have time to take care of her for the time being.

"Barbatos, bring me the genealogy of Floria's family. I know you don't need to sleep every day, so you won't waste these nights, right? You have some information about the nobles, right?" After a short thought, Floria raised her head.

"Yes, Your Highness, you can rely on your subordinates in this regard."

The heavy genealogy soon landed on Floria's desk. She opened this unscientific book, ignored the super much useless information noted on it, and focused on the available contacts.

Yes, connections.The airborne demon king has no connections, but the noble lady Floria obviously has a long-standing family background.

[Family] This word, which is maintained by blood, is a natural connection.Consolidating the status of the family is conducive to maintaining one's own class, and at the same time can support each other.Even in this era of strife, there are still some people who are willing to support the younger generation of the same family, right?

Let me see... the people who can influence the Noble Inquisition, who can keep the church from meddling in this case...

Barbatos tapped lightly on one of the names with his pale fingers.

There is a certain distance between this person's name and Floria's name, and it is not on a big branch. It belongs to a lot of miscellaneous...distant relatives with different surnames.

No wonder this book is so thick, it must be true that all the "relatives" who can get it have not missed it.

It's okay to have the cheek to call each other "uncle", but that's not the point.

"Miss, the most important person in your family tree is naturally this." What Barbatos said is true, that person's name belongs to... Grand Duke Francis.

"Ha... I always feel that I will get involved in troublesome things. Fortunately, trouble is the last thing I fear." In this situation, I can only face it with a smile!

"Miss, how are you going to reverse the current situation? Are you really going to the capital to seek help from Duke Francis?" Floria knew what Barbatos hadn't finished saying.

Now she has no one, no power, no money, and relying on her irrelevant relatives, how can she get the other party to obediently lend a helping hand?

"That's right, it's him. Tell Grandpa Claude that we're leaving now, and we have to contact the Grand Duke before Brother Henry files a complaint." I've seen other people's profiles just now, and none of them are... not suitable.

Relatives who are too close may show their feet, and they are not doing very well. Relatives who are too far away-it is better to ask the most dignified one for help.

Suddenly, Floria, who was thinking about what to do with the coachman, thought of something: "Wait, I haven't changed my mind, but some details can be creative. Wait another day, process the news first, and send it to Love in the ears of those who listen.”

At dusk and sunset, travelers tend to slack off in fatigue.

The coachman drove the carriage marked with purple roses and sea wave pearls on the avenue, and had to slow down when passing a valley.

Even if you are on the road, you have to pay attention to safety.It's a pity that someone was not prepared to give him and the people in the car a chance to be safe.

"Let go!" As soon as the order was issued, rocks rolled down the mountain, which is the traditional art of bandits.

The rolling rocks mercilessly hit the carriage, and the driver let go of his hand, and the frightened horses quickly scattered and fled. The carriage rolled over, and the wheels on one side were caught in the rocks and crushed.

The coachman also fell to the ground with the overturning of the carriage, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Just in case, the masked gangsters on the valley deliberately drew their bowstrings again, and aimed a few arrows at the position of the carriage and driver, but there was no response.

"Go, go down and have a look." The mercenary leader nodded in satisfaction. How dare this kind of young lady not squat in the territory obediently, and dare to go to the capital to complain?This is a place where death has no burial.

The mercenaries whistled and rushed to the dilapidated carriage, planning to find some things in the carriage that could prove Floria's identity. The remaining treasures were also considered as a bonus, allowing them to live a life of debauchery for a while.

"Tsk, why is this carriage door so difficult to open? I would be disgusted if the bones were broken inside!" The gangster who was coaxed by his companions to open the door complained dissatisfied.

"You don't have to worry." A flat voice sounded from the side.

"Who!" With the knives in their hands, the gangsters stood back to back anxiously, preventing someone from raiding them while they were looting.

The corpse of the coachman had disappeared, but for the mercenaries, the scene before them was more terrifying than the resurrection of the corpse.The scarlet-eyed devil was fiddling with the edge of his white gloves, and his eyes seemed to be picking someone to eat.

"Demon, devil! Mother, this naughty aristocrat is a real witch!!" A certain mercenary yelled frightenedly, making him the first to be targeted by the devil.

His head was torn apart like this, and he could no longer cry out.

"You guys are not very lucky." Barbatos didn't have the smile on his lips all the time, and walked to the center of the gangsters step by step.

Some people were allowed to run away, while others approached with shaking arms, forming an encirclement circle with knives.

"Your Highness probably won't care about me... If you take a small kickback, your souls are nothing to her."

The last ray of light in the sky dissipated as the sun set, and the devil bared his fangs at the lamb.

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