Devil's Department Store

Treasure of the whole family, sounds really heartwarming, especially when Miser is really short of a big deal.

But the guest in front of him is not a werewolf, but a slightly normal race, such as elves, centaurs, even a goblin!Miser might nod his head in agreement!

But werewolves... let's put it this way, the sales volume of aconitum in Devil's Department Store is the last in the whole store, and it has to be counted as part of the poison bought by other races.

Werewolves have strong fighting power, are ferocious and cruel by nature, and love to fight, so they hardly put their energy on storing supplies and obtaining money, and they have no means or habit of capturing souls. Basically, the souls of the human beings killed by them Both were torn apart along with the body.

In this case, can the werewolves still have treasures?

Miser cast a suspicious look at the other party.

Vampires have always been at odds with werewolves, and Harry took the lead in whispering in Miser's ear, "Don't trust him, Miser, he must be lying, werewolves are poor!"

Hearing Harry's words, the werewolf immediately looked at him, bared his teeth, and said fiercely: "Shut up, vampire, at least I haven't sold myself to the devil yet!"

But when he said this, he almost acquiesced that he was indeed a pauper. Miser frowned, and leaned towards Belphinger, ready to reject him.

No profit equals a loss, and a qualified demon would not do this kind of transaction.

The werewolf also seemed to have noticed Miser's thoughts. His eyes became colder and more crazy, fine and dense hair began to emerge from him, and the oppressive force belonging to the wolf became more and more obvious. Everyone backed away subconsciously. After taking two steps, the witches who were not good at fighting began to have difficulty breathing.

The last time the kitten Robert was terrified when he faced an ordinary werewolf, this time he couldn't even stand upright, but in fact, there is a guy in the Devil's Department Store who is not afraid of this werewolf with a high probability, and Robert can't help but start a battle between heaven and man , Does it want to hug Figore's thigh?Obviously, I have already agreed with Harry to unite the front...

Robert was struggling, but when he looked back, he found that everyone had already hid behind Belphegor, including the vampire.

Robert: "..."

Do you have any backbone, Harry!

Robert thought angrily, and sprinted back, sandwiching himself between the feet of Miser and Belphinger, discreetly showing only a cat's head.

Because Miser had faced the Lord Angel directly, his expression was quite normal, but he hugged Belphinger's arm tightly and said with a frown, "Please calm down, we don't support forced buying and selling!"

"Calm down? Hehe," the werewolf laughed hoarsely, "If she is going to die, all of you will have to be buried with her!"

Well, there might be room for negotiation. As soon as Miser heard the content of the commission, he immediately wanted to ask Belphegor to take action. He didn't want to work hard to save people again!

However, before the succubus opened his mouth, Belphegor applauded with a smile, and said, "That's a good view of love."

Miser: "..."

Misser: "???"

Miser looked at Belphegor with question marks on his face: "What the hell?"

Belfinger said sternly: "I think this customer's love is very touching, and his thoughts share a common language with mine."

Miser: "? He just said 'she', you know it's love again?"

Belphegor smiled, "Of course."

Werewolves don't have the concept of family affection. They may have friendship, but they are undoubtedly the most loyal to love. The person who can make a wolf bet everything can only be his partner.

"Just imagine, my dear, if you were going to die, I would let everyone be buried with you." Belphegor said with a smile.

As expected of His Majesty the Demon King who can say "If you like it, you will get it, even if you dig the wall", Miser looked at Belphegor with a blank expression and said, "Thank you, but can you think of me? "

"Of course." Belphinger glanced at the bewildered werewolf, and smiled at Miser: "But my dear, I have a suggestion, you might as well take this business, I think that the werewolf clan might really have a treasure. "

If someone else said this, Miser would definitely not believe it, but when Belphinger said it, Miser would be a little dubious. Could it be that the werewolf clan did hide treasures?In fact, they still have the blood of misers in their bodies?

Seeing that Miser really started to think about what he said, Belphinger could not help but raise the corners of his mouth again, with a small face full of entanglement and seriousness.

It's so cute how my wife got duped.

"Of course, part of it is my selfishness," Belphegor added sincerely: "I really want to help this guest."

Miser frowned even more when he heard this.

"Honey?" Belphegor called to him.

The succubus turned his gaze to His Majesty the Demon King, and saw that the other party seemed to be very tired, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes behind the glasses were slightly drooping, and his black and dense eyelashes were scratching at people's hearts, looking fragile and pitiful .

Recently, Miser, who had no bottom line towards Belphinger, lost his ability to think in an instant. He held Belphinger's face distressedly, and kissed him several times: "Okay, okay, help, what are you talking about! Please!" Don't get tired!"

Employees:"……"

Is this still the stingy, ruthless and unreasonable capitalist Miser? ! !Is this what he looked like when he was in love? !

Everyone looked like they had seen a ghost, the pure angel Al covered his eyes in pain, and the vampire Harry said sadly and aggrievedly: "Misser has never hurt me so much..."

But the witch was even worse, he thought of his two girlfriends, woo woo woo.

Belphegor was very happy, using beauty to confuse his wife is not the same as being truly distressed by his wife, His Majesty the Demon King felt flustered, and said calmly, "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Miser patted his chest and assured, "I'll sign a contract with him now, do you want to go in and rest for a while?"

"No need," Belphinger smiled quietly, and said softly, "I won't be tired if you kiss me a few times."

Miser's heart melted when he heard this: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, kiss."

Everyone: "..."

Blind blind.

Miser finally sat down under the incomprehensible eyes of the employees, and began to draw up a contract with the werewolf. Although the werewolf didn't quite understand why the demon who seemed to be so strong wanted to help him, he still couldn't wait to sit down with him. , waiting for the signature.

"Party A werewolf..."

"Andrew."

"Oh, Andrew commissioned Party B...to pay the price for the werewolf's treasure, and Party B's Demon Department Store accepted the commission..."

Miser was babbling while writing, Belphegor looked at the side, and said, "One more thing, the minimum value of the werewolf treasure must be required."

"That's right." Miser realized that this was the first time he was doing business with a poor man, and he even forgot this necessary clause, so he quickly added according to what Belphinger said: "Then at least one hundred thousand devil coins , if it’s too much and you can’t afford it, it’s too bad, but it’s also possible that it’s really only a hundred thousand... Tsk, I’m really a philanthropist.”

One hundred thousand... The corners of the werewolf Andrew's eyes twitched.

Belphegor glanced at him, and continued to smile: "If you can't pay, then let the guest and his partner work for twice the lowest price to pay back. After all, losing freedom is also a severe punishment for a werewolf. gone."

Andrew: "..."

"Honey, what's the monthly salary for the employees in our store?" Belphegor asked.

Miser slammed his mouth and said, "The regular employees in our store don't have a monthly salary."

Employees:"……"

Werewolf: "..."

The corners of Andrew's eyes twitched even more, looking at the employees as if looking at a group of fools.

The idiots looked away one after another.

Miser continued: "However, temporary workers are paid, 150 devil coins per person per month."

"In this way, the salary for two people is 20 devil coins a month, and 660 devil coins is 20 six months and 56 days, which is [-] years..." Miser frowned and said: "This is too short Alright."

"It's not too short!" The werewolf slapped the table, baring his teeth in anxiety.

Miser looked at him strangely, and said, "What are you doing? This is a breach of contract, what are you in a hurry for?"

Andrew's face was contorted, trying to calm himself down, sat back on his seat, and said dryly: "I, I'm not in a hurry, hehe."

Miser looked away inexplicably, and said, "Forget it, it's a breach of contract anyway, and I don't care too much about it with you, let's make it up, 60 years, okay?"

Andrew: "..."

The hair on the werewolf's face grew and then retracted, retracted and grew again, and it took a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

"Oh," Miser looked at him vigilantly, and continued to write: "No vacation, six in the morning and twelve in the evening, board and lodging are taken care of by yourself, if there is a mistake in the work, the wages will be deducted as usual, and if the items are damaged, the double deduction Wages are fined, if the order contradicts the order, the wages will be deducted three times, if the werewolf hurts someone, the wages will be deducted four times... After the wages are deducted, the employment time limit will be extended equally.”

Andrew: "..."

Andrew was already numb, looking at Miser as if looking at a devil. Seeing this, the employees all sighed in the same way in their hearts.

What a long-lost picture!

Miser wrote two pages eloquently, and handed the pen to the werewolf: "Okay, check to see if there are any regulations that you think are unreasonable. If there are any, we can discuss them later, and sign if there are any."

The werewolf wanted to say that these two pages were unreasonable to him, but thinking of his dying partner in the lair, Andrew gritted his teeth and signed his name on the contract.

That powerful demon was right, for a werewolf, freedom is a very precious thing, but for his lover, Andrew would rather give up his freedom.

In any case, as long as there is life, there is hope.