Devil's Department Store

Eric sat on the only chair in the store, and Miser stuffed a water glass into his hand.

"Sorry, there's no electricity here, so let's drink cold water first." Miser smiled at him.

Eric lowered his head to look at the water glass, and then looked at the shining light bulb on the ceiling in confusion, thinking that this might be the legendary magic.

Miser bent down slightly, and asked Eric kindly: "So, what do you want to buy? Devil's Department Store can satisfy all your wishes."

Eric jumped on the seat as if frightened, his eyes fell on Miser in a panic, and he stammered: "I, I don't buy anything, I just want you to save me! "

Miser blinked curiously, did anyone even seek refuge in the devil's realm?

"Do you know what this place is?" Miser confirmed to Eric.

The human nodded heavily, and he looked at Miser with a trace of fear in his eyes: "I know where this is...but I'm at a loss, that monster, that monster has been tormenting me, and it's going to kill me!"

Miser said "Oh" and smiled reassuringly: "I probably understand your current situation, just right, we have all kinds of goods for sale here, some of which can make you stronger, and some can directly attack non-human creatures. cause harm, if you don't know how to choose, I can explain it to you in detail."

Eric looked a little moved, but soon, he shook his head frantically again: "No! I can't! Please help me, please help me kill it, I can't bear it anymore!"

The more the man talked, the more he collapsed, holding his head like a madman and thinking about it, looking terrible and pitiful.

Miser frowned, feeling a little strange.

He thought it would be a good deal.

Although Eric has always been timid and fearful of death, Miser can see that this human soul is full of courage and integrity. Such a person may be temporarily defeated by forces beyond cognition, but as long as there is a trace of Regardless of the possibility of resistance, he should not hesitate to take up arms and open up a way out for himself.

But who would have thought that Miser had laid the road in front of him, and the opponent gave up the fight directly, bowed his head in front of a demon, and begged for shelter.

Miser muttered, "It shouldn't be."

Hearing his words, Robert asked curiously: "What shouldn't?"

Miser briefly described Eric's soul state to it.

After hearing this, Robert tilted his head to look at the collapsed Eric, and said to Miser, "I think his state is a bit like the mouse I caught the day before yesterday."

When Miser heard this, he immediately became nervous: "There are mice in our shop?"

Robert: "...Is this the point?!"

Miser glanced at it suspiciously, and Robert quickly said: "I mean, he seemed to have been played with by someone as a prey, and he was so frightened that he had completely lost the will to resist except to run away. In this case, No matter how brave his soul essence is, you can't sell anything."

The cat still has the right to speak in this regard. Miser believed Robert, and humbly asked, "Then what do you think should be done?"

Robert thought for a while and said seriously: "There are three options. The first one is to use your succubus power to take him in, care about him, take care of him, and encourage him..."

"The second type." Miser interrupted its speech without hesitation.

He is a devil, not a psychiatrist. His purpose is to sell things, not to save lost lambs.

Robert had no choice but to say: "Then don't sell anything, change the terms of the transaction, just as he said, help him kill that monster."

Miser: "Emmmm..."

Miser is a little bit embarrassed, he owns the Devil's Department Store, and he's not Devil's Security, so he wants to help people solve personal safety issues?

"What's the third option?" Miser asked.

"Ask him if he wants to buy some placebos?" Robert said, "For example, the records of fallen angels can make him die more peacefully."

To be honest, Miser felt that the third method was the most acceptable to him, but there was a high probability that it would not work.

Eric just had a mental breakdown, didn't he suddenly become a fool, was hunted down by monsters alive, and then sold his soul to the devil in order to die peacefully, did he lose his mind?

In comparison, the only feasible method is the second method, but the succubus is not very willing to cause trouble for itself.

Miser's eyes fell on the necklace on the cash register. The soul in the emerald shone like gold coins in the bank of hell, constantly eroding the psychological defense of the succubus.

... Anyway, this is the first big deal since returning from hell.

Miser finally gave up resistance in the face of money, and decided: "Wealth and wealth are in danger! Alright! Today is the first day of opening for the security branch of Devil Department Store!"

The other three living creatures in the room looked over one after another.

Miser tidied up his jumper in a serious manner, and said to Eric seriously: "Then, tell me about the specific situation you encountered, what exactly happened?"

When Eric heard Miser's words, he was ecstatic at first, and then fell into deep fear because he recalled the previous events.

It was an ordinary vacation. Eric drove his second-hand car and took a shotgun to go camping in the forest ten kilometers away from home.

The work in the city is too tiring, he is an adventurous person, and he always relaxes himself in this way.

Nothing happened during the day, but at night, Eric, who was supposed to be asleep, vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he crawled out of the tent, and was surprised to find that the moon in the sky turned out to be bright red like blood.

Eric was very courageous, he was not afraid, he was just a little curious, and he even took a photo of the moon at that time with his mobile phone.

Excited by a vision he had never seen before, instead of going back to sleep, he decided to take a walk in the forest to see if he could find anything else.

Eric's decision was not reckless. He was familiar with the forest and knew that there were no large beasts that could harm humans. But just in case, he still brought his own shotgun. His marksmanship was very accurate. , Even in danger, you can protect yourself.

Until later, Eric regretted so much why he left the tent at that time, why he didn't just sleep until dawn, why he brought a gun, and why he had to meddle in his own business.

"Quack?" Benben stretched his neck.

Robert also listened attentively: "Meddle in your own business? What do you mean?"

Miser squatted behind the checkout counter, frantically rummaging in the cabinet for the potato chips she hadn't eaten a year ago.

Eric didn't mind them taking their experience as a dinner story. He took a deep breath and said, "I walked in the forest for a long time, and then I heard a howling wolf."

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Later, Belphegor also moved to Devil's Department Store. To celebrate, Miser found the potato chips that he had hidden for two years and was reluctant to eat them. He reluctantly gave it to His Majesty the Demon King, who knew nothing about Miser's stinginess. Admiring Succubus' pained expression, he happily finished eating the potato chips.

The next day, Belphegor (trying to keep an inscrutable smile): Thank you, honey, for the first time in all my years of life that I know I'm going to get food poisoning.