Devil's Department Store

Of course, Belphegor didn't become more diligent, it's just that something happened and he couldn't sleep in late.

Belphegor was lying on his back on the throne, with his hands folded, his handsome face was expressionless, and his long black hair flowed down the armrest to the ground.

A tall man with short red hair came over, looked at his hair, and said, "Your land doesn't seem to be dragged."

Belphegor: "..."

Abaddon grinned: "Just kidding, don't look at me like that."

This is the reason why Belphegor couldn't sleep anymore - Abaddon, the demon lord of the third hell, came to visit suddenly. Save face.

"When are you leaving?" Belphegor said grimly, raising his hand and starting to dial Miser.

Can't sleep, can only rely on sucking succubus to maintain life.

"What's the matter with staying for a few days?" the red-haired demon king said with a sullen expression, "Anyway, there won't be another meeting in a while, and we can go all the way to Beelzebub."

What Abaddon was talking about was the meeting of the demon kings of hell every 300 years. Nine demon kings would gather together to exchange 300 years of experience in hell governance. By the way, they would run for Satan, the supreme demon king who would lead the nine levels of hell. Unlike the legends in the world, Satan is not It is the name of a certain demon, but a title.

However, from the beginning of the establishment of hell to the present, there are only two demon kings who have become Satan, one is Lucifer, the lord of the ninth hell, and the other is Samuel, the demon king of the eighth hell, and since 1000 years ago, These two never showed up at the party.

Although it has been a long time, the other demon kings have no intention of competing for the position of Satan, but the habit of gathering is still preserved, but the content is more like a tea party between demon kings.

The relationship between the nine demon kings is good, and they usually go to gatherings together. Abaddon's invitation is logically not a big problem. The point is that this gathering of demon kings will not start until half a year away.

Belphegor: "..."

The demon king felt a killing intent in his heart.

Abaddon hurriedly said: "This is a joke too! I'm leaving right now, and Mostima is going to invite me to dinner!"

Mostima treats you to dinner?You're so annoying, it'd be nice if Mastima didn't give you a fist.

Just as Belphegor frowned, the phone in his hand was connected.

"Hello?" Miser's annoyed voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

A smile appeared on Belphegor's face immediately, and he said in a tone completely different from that of the other demon king: "Honey, are you thinking about me?"

Abaddon: "..."

The red-haired demon king showed a gritty expression.

"You called me half an hour ago, and now you're talking about this?"

"Hehe," Belphegor couldn't help laughing when he heard the succubus complaining impatiently, "Because I miss you, dear."

There was silence over there for a long time, and Miser said, "No, is there something wrong with you? Is it because there are more and more angels walking in the world recently? I didn't want to care about this at first, but if I really If there is any problem, you tell me in advance, so I can take the money back to hell and take refuge."

Angel?Belphegor thought for a while, as if there was such a thing, he replied: "Although I really want you to come back to accompany me, it has nothing to do with this. You can continue to open the shop with peace of mind."

Miser over there breathed a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't understand: "Then why do you keep calling me! Doesn't the devil need to pay the phone bill?!"

Belphegor didn't change his face: "Because I miss you."

Miser: "..."

Miser: "Goodbye!"

With a beep, the phone was hung up, but Belphinger didn't show any anger on his face. He continued to dial Miser's phone with great interest, and then was hung up, dialed again, and hung up again. He never tired of it.

Abaddon couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Is that the succubus?"

It seemed that as long as Miser was mentioned in the topic, Belphegor would be in a good mood. The demon king who had previously spoken to his colleagues without false words smiled and said, "It's him."

Abaddon couldn't help feeling emotional: "I didn't believe it when I heard it before, are you serious?"

The smile on Belphegor's face widened a bit: "Of course, this is what he promised me."

Abaddon: "..."

The red-haired demon king shivered from the smell of dog food, and he didn't want to stay any longer. He stood up and said dryly, "Then I'll go first, you beat slowly."

Belphegor said "hmmm" and didn't even spare a moment to look at him.

But before leaving, Abaddon still reminded him very loyally: "Don't forget what I told you, there are many demons in hell just around the corner recently, if you are afraid of trouble, this meeting is called Samael and ours. Your Majesty Satan, show your face."

Belphegor said nothing.

Abaddon said: "Of course, if you are not afraid of trouble... Hahahaha how can you not be afraid of trouble!"

Belphegor: "..."

Belphegor said with a gloomy face, "You are the biggest trouble here."

Hearing this, the red-haired demon king laughed dryly, and ran away in a hurry.

In fact, there was no need for Abaddon to remind him. Belphegor had already expected what he said.

Hell is never peaceful.

During this time, there are more and more angels walking in the world, not only the travel of demons is restricted, but other races are also uncomfortable, just like the vampires who came early to seek shelter, now is a good time for hell to unite with other forces, those who dream of counterattack Heaven, the guy who started the war, how could he be willing to let go of this opportunity?

But except that he intersected with vampires because of Miser, none of the other eight demon kings responded to this, and Satan Lucifer, who can completely suppress the entire hell, has not appeared for nearly a thousand years. Even the former Satan Samuel is also not there, it is not normal for these guys not to want to make trouble.

But what are these ants?Belphegor thought indifferently, Abaddon really has nothing to do, are these things enough to be called trouble?

The most troublesome problem now is obviously... Succubus refuses to answer his phone!

Belphegor picked up the phone and persistently dialed Miser's number again.

The annoying guy is gone, get through this and go to bed!

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Misser was going crazy.

His Majesty the Demon King's phone calls are comparable to harassing calls, which are non-stop, and he is in a very embarrassing situation - the phone Belphegor sent cannot be turned off, and Belphegor's own number cannot be blocked. Let's smash the phone, he still feels sorry for the money and can't bear it, it's really a dilemma.

Miser held her head and locked the phone in the drawer, but the ringing was still going on.

Oh, yes, it doesn't even have a mute function, it is indeed a mobile phone specially made for him by the devil.

But in any case, Miser was determined not to spoil Belphinger, so he just sat there with a blank expression and listened to the phone ringing. It was not until the afternoon that Miser, who was almost allergic to ringtones, finally took out his phone and connected the call.

"Hello?" Miser said dryly.

Belphegor said briskly, "Good night, dear."

"beep--"

Miser: "..."

Miser looked at the phone with an indescribable expression.

That's it... that's it?Been on the phone all day, and that's it?So why did he endure this day of torture?why?why?

Miser's expression was in a trance, his mentality exploded, and he couldn't even think of being happy for the devil's "good night".

Harry happened to pass by, seeing Miser whose soul had left his body, hesitantly asked, "Are you okay?"

Miser said numbly, "Do I look okay?"

The hateful tentacle monster knows how to mess with him!

Harry didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a long time, he suggested, "Why don't you go out and relax? Take a breath of fresh air, maybe you'll forget about things, it's so boring to sit in the store all the time."

Miser was moved, but reluctant, and said, "How can this be, a waste of time is a waste of money!"

Harry: "..." It's not time to grind your nails and ears.

Miser saw what Harry meant at a glance, and emphasized: "I am usually a supervisor, urging you and Robert to work. This is also labor, okay?"

Harry thought, how dare you say it?

But of course the vampire wouldn't refute the succubus' words, mom is always right!So he said, "I'm going to deliver food, why don't you come?"

There are more and more customers in the store, and various needs are naturally emerging. Some witches and alchemists actually don't like to go out, so they asked Miser if there is a delivery function here.

Faced with the shiny soul, of course Miser insisted that he had it, so Harry officially became the takeaway rider of Devil's Department Store, responsible for delivering goods to customers who were too lazy to go out.

"That's a good idea." Miser nodded in satisfaction.

Harry then handed the bag on his back to Miser, and said, "Then you go, the address is on the label, and I will help you collect the cash."

"By the way, Miser, don't ride a bicycle, it's too dangerous," Harry advised carefully, "Anyway, the Devil's Department Store won't be far away as soon as you teleport, just walk."

The succubus was not happy when he heard this, and said: "Who underestimates, who can't ride an electric bike?"

Harry: "Ah this..."

However, before Harry could decide whether to tell the truth, Miser had already rushed out with the bag on his back.

2 minute later.

The voice of the succubus came from outside the Devil's Department Store: "Uh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the high-pitched scream of the succubus is getting farther and farther away at an extremely fast speed...

Harry: "..."

Demons don't die from car accidents, do they?

But...if Miser hadn't died, would he be the one who died when he came back?

The author has something to say: Miser: Some Harry is alive, he is dead, and some Harry is dead...he is dead!