Devil's Department Store

"Why is the Lucky Cat useless!!!"

Miser rubbed the kitten's face with a hideous expression: "Why are there fewer customers again! My business! My money!!!"

Robert slurred: "I don't know either! I swear it has nothing to do with me!"

Miser’s business was good in the few days when he just came back from hell, and he even taunted Belphegor. Unexpectedly, soon, the number of human beings who came to sell their souls became less and less. The amount is almost the same as when Robert first came!The income of the store is really just like what Belfinger said, it is only enough to repay the loan according to the current amount!

It's a shame that he specially expanded the store and recruited more employees, but all the effort was in vain!

Harry thought a lot, and said seriously with a mop on his head, "I also don't think it has anything to do with the kitten. What the devil said is not aimless. Something must have happened, and he will remind you in advance."

"Hell began to restrict the entry and exit of people, and the number of humans entering the Devil's Department Store decreased. Maybe it was the same reason."

Miser slumped on the chair and shouted irresponsibly: "I don't care what happened to him, the destruction of the world won't stop me from making money!"

Robert rubbed his face with his paws, and meowed: "It's okay if no one enters the store, you can't go outside to solicit customers, right?"

The little cat was just talking casually, but Miser sat up straight with a "whoosh": "You are right! We can go outside and find guests by ourselves!"

Both Robert and Harry had question marks on their faces: "Can you still do this?"

"Why not?" Miser said confidently, "There is nothing in the devil's code saying that you can't sell yourself to humans."

Harry said helplessly, "But would human beings who don't have enough desire to summon the devil department store really be willing to sell their souls?"

"You don't understand," Miser muttered, "Many human beings are unaware of their own desires, because they don't have that concept at all, and only when you show everything in front of them, they will understand It would hit me like, 'Oh! So I wanted that! Thought I'd rather give up my soul!'."

Miser opened his hands in compassion: "It's so sad to live without knowing what you really want. As a noble devil, I want to give them this chance!"

Robert had a complicated expression: "Are you okay? You trembled when you said the word noble."

Miser pretended not to hear what the kitty said, turned to look at Harry, and said, "You bought another motorcycle, didn't you?"

Harry froze, relying on Miser's ignorance, he argued, "It's not a motorcycle, it's an electric car. It's very cheap and doesn't cost much!"

"I didn't ask you this," Miser said, "I've arranged a new task for you. Our store is going to launch a delivery service."

Harry was surprised: "Delivery?"

Miser thought for a while and said, "To be precise, it's a pick-up service. You go outside to sell, and when you meet a customer with ideas, bring him back to the store."

Harry: "..."

Harry was very reluctant, he didn't want those messy humans to ride in his car, and he hadn't even taken Miser for a ride yet.

However, Miser patted his head tenderly with one glance, and the vampire was bewitched unconscious.

Although Miser asked him to clean such a large store by himself, and let him do the laundry, cook, make quilts, squeeze his shoulders, beat his legs, and kill chickens—but Miser treated him so well!How could he refuse Miser!

Harry nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go."

Miser said decisively, "You can go now."

Harry was at a loss: "I haven't finished dragging my land yet."

Miser picked up the kitten casually and said with a smile, "Don't worry, with Robert here, he is the most familiar mopping the floor."

Robert: "..."

Damn it, can't escape the fate of Mobu in the end!

Soliciting customers is indeed useful, but compared to the reduced customer flow, it is a drop in the bucket. In one day, Harry brought back five customers from outside, but only one was finally sold.

But mosquito legs are also meat, Miser is not going to give up, Robert is almost busy in the shop, no matter how busy he is, there is no shortage of manpower, Harry is running outside, devil rider, how cool it sounds.

This situation continued until the third day, when Miser began to think about whether to reduce expenses, Harira came back with a special guest.

This is a very good-looking man. In terms of appearance alone, he is probably only a little less attractive than Miser. After he entered the store, he didn’t rush to ask where it was or what he could buy like other humans, but looked at it. After Miser glanced at it, he began to browse the shelves very calmly.

Robert remembered the last abnormal guest, leaned up to Miser, and asked in a low voice, "Is this another vampire?"

"No," Miser said uncertainly, "he has a soul, he should be a human being."

Harry, who was about to go out to continue soliciting customers, heard what they said, and said, "He's a wizard, I smell magic on him."

This is also the reason why Harry would go to sell on the street, and the other party did agree to come to Devil's Department Store.

"It's not a wizard, it's a witch." The man walked over with a lot of things, and corrected unhappily: "The wizard is only called by the guys in the Mediterranean area. I am a witch from the forest school, witch, understand?"

Robert opened his mouth: "But you're a man—woo!"

Miser pinched the kitten's mouth, showed the most perfect professional smile, and said, "Understood! Your Excellency the Witch!"

The male witch finally looked better, but he was still very dissatisfied: "Why don't you even have a shopping basket in your store, I won't be able to take it down."

When Miser heard this, he quickly helped him put the things on, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, because most of the customers who come here to shop can only pay for one item, so I didn't prepare this."

The witch reacted: "Oh, this is a shop for ordinary humans."

Excusable, the witch's expression softened. He looked at the goods in the store and sighed, "It's such a waste. It's hard to find potion ingredients recently."

When Miser heard this, his mind full of gold coins turned instantly, and he asked along with the words, "What? Are all the witches short of materials?"

Non-human customers are usually much more generous than human customers, and Miser’s current non-human customers are only vampires. If the witch’s line can also be connected, the lost customer traffic can be made up immediately.

You know, witches don't just represent one ethnic group, and their interpersonal relationships are often very extensive. Even a guy like Harry who has stayed in the vampire clan for more than ten years can recognize the identity of the guest in front of him. It is conceivable that, There are only a few other non-human races that can get news from witches!

The witch looked at the succubus and said strangely: "Don't you know? Recently, heaven has become more and more strict on the human world. There are walking angels everywhere, and all non-human races have been affected to a certain extent. Witches are also considered human beings." , so it’s just that it’s hard to find potion materials, and some races are starting to have difficulty even surviving.”

Miser was taken aback when he heard the news.

Robert couldn't help meowing: "Ah! Is this the reason why our guests have decreased? There are also hell and vampires--woo!"

Miser pinched the cat's mouth calmly again, and smiled at the witch: "So it turns out that the witches are well-informed, and we don't know about it at all."

"You are a demon, and you will know sooner or later." The witch didn't care about the succubus' flattery, but said, "But you don't seem to care about it."

Knowing that there is no need to act in front of this witch, Miser said frankly: "That's true. There are nine demon kings in hell for things related to heaven. What does it have to do with me, a little devil? I just want to make money to pay off the mortgage."

The succubus sighed worriedly, and tentatively said: "I heard that witches are short of materials, but I actually intend to provide resources to you and your companions, but it is a pity that the devil's department store can only be summoned by strong desires, unless you are like you. The same, our employees will personally pick up and drop off, otherwise it will be difficult for other customers who want to buy goods to come in."

The witch understood Miser's meaning, touched her chin and said, "It's not difficult, I'm currently researching teleportation magic."

Miser's eyes lit up instantly.

The witch looked at him and said, "But why should I help you?"

Miser: "..."

Clearly, talk of mutual benefit is bullshit these days.

Miser immediately calmed down and asked with a smile, "Do you want to get free for this shopping?"

Miser was crazily calculating in his mind, five...no, more than three souls will not be exempted, ten souls can only get a [-]% discount, no one can take advantage of me!

But the witch shook his head. He thought for a while and said, "I want you to help me collect a debt."

Miser: "..."

Why is this kind of work again!

Miser really wanted to tell the other party that this is the Devil's Department Store, not the Devil's Security, nor the Devil's debt collection company, but the other party is now his big customer, so the succubus pinched his nose and said, "The Devil's Department Store - the debt collection branch is here to serve you. , what is your debt?"

The witch smiled and said, "A person's heart, love, everything else can be yours, and the soul is the same."

His soul?That's not a loss, Miser thought for a while and asked, "Whose?"

"My lover," the witch said calmly, "the ex."