NABC Chapter 339: 353 Demon Recruitment Point
Chapter 339: 353 Demon Recruitment Point
Chapter 339: Chapter 353 Demon Recruitment Point
“Welcome to ‘The Stench Sack’, the best tavern, casino, and gold burning den in all of Gaomendikolia. Here, any desire you may have can be fulfilled, as long as you can afford the price.”
A seductive yet slightly bizarre voice rose beside them. Lancelot turned his head and saw a bewitching female speaking. She had small, backward-curving horns, a beautiful face, and a lively tail—all characteristic features of a succubus. However, she lacked wings behind her shoulders and was more muscular than a typical succubus.
These traits implied that she was actually a devilspawn. But Lancelot was still puzzled because it was said that female offspring resulting from a succubus mating with a mortal were always succubi, while only male offspring would exhibit traits from both parents...
“Good afternoon,” Lancelot calmly replied, his gaze briefly lingering on her prominent throat, “how should I address you?”
“I am Miss Alisa.” The ‘female’ devilspawn emphasized the last two words, “This establishment belongs to my mother. I haven’t seen you before, so if you have any questions, just ask me directly.”
“What exactly is this place?” Bruto, ever impatient, blurted out his question, “And why is it called The Stench Sack? The smell doesn’t seem... too bad right now.”
“We clean up the bodies on the floor once a day, and it’s just been done today, so the smell will grow much stronger by midnight. At that time, the chaos here will be even more delightful.” Alisa’s face sported an evil smile, “As to what this place is for... well, that’s hard to say. Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for?”
“We are a group of mercenaries, currently looking for suitable employment,” Lancelot said impassively, “And we decided to check out this unique stratum of society.”
“Excellent choice.” The devilspawn led the three to an empty table and sat them down, meanwhile making a hand signal to the bar not far off, “Compared to other strata, the jobs here are less direct combat and not as dangerous; the girls may not be Cendrilla Verdo, but they’re not lacking in their array of skills, and they won’t just focus on draining you. If you have any special requests, feel free to speak up...”
“We’d prefer to earn money before spending it,” the human knight replied unmoved, “Are there any suitable job opportunities available?”
Acheron and Bruto instinctively wanted to stay away from it, but Lancelot naturally walked towards one of them.
“Good afternoon, Human.”
Beside the pile of Gold Coins stood a humanoid Demon, with a face of a man in his prime, but hair as withered as dry weeds. Its skin was the gray-white color of a corpse, and the nails on each finger were a foot long, like the knitting needles an old woman would use to weave a scarf.
Lancelot had once heard from Kalalin about a type of Demon that liked to eat corpses, changing its face to that of the devoured corpse every time it swallowed a new one.
“Are you seeking a new contract?” the Demon inserted its long nails into the pile of gold coins beside it, grabbed a handful of coins, and let them fall through its fingers, producing a jingling sound, “‘Mother’s Whip’ Legion is your best choice. We are a proud direct unit under General Ulgog, offering very generous terms, definitely a choice worthy of your lifelong service...”
“I hope you’re not implying it’s a very short life,” Bruto couldn’t help but make a sharp comment.
“How could that be?” the Demon’s face revealed a particularly sly smile, one Lancelot had seen on many swindlers in the Abyss, “As a contracted soldier of the ‘Mother’s Whip’ Legion, your salary for the first week is a hundred Gold Coins. Don’t think it’s too little, for every head you claim on the battlefield, your weekly salary will increase by fifty Gold Coins, even if it’s just an ordinary farmer, that’s easy, right?”
“I prefer chopping up creatures that can fight back,” Lancelot said without a change in tone. “Aside from gold, what else can I get?”
“Of course, my friend! There is no better time than now...” the Demon lowered its voice and even looked around, as if worried someone was eavesdropping, but Lancelot knew it was merely ridiculous posturing, “Seeing your attire, you must have been a noble, so you surely received formal military education, haven’t you? Have you ever thought of having hundreds of Demons at your command, taking the wealth and glory that rightfully belongs to you?”
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