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Chapter 1667, Chapter 300: A Day in the Life of a Lustful Demon

On his way back, Anan glanced at the "Demon Rat" from afar outside the port. The cargo on its back was as high as a mountain, and it was no different from ordinary people working and living, which made him sigh.

Back in the garden, Evelyn was fast asleep.

He crouched beside the recliner, gazing at Evelyn's peaceful sleeping face.

Mr. Fast hadn't noticed until he spoke up, but after carefully examining Evelyn, he indeed found her increasingly beautiful...

That being said, she was still chosen by Annan as the female lead, and Evelyn's so-called "beauty" was only in comparison to her older sister and the elf mentor.

Under the quiet tree, dandelions danced in the wind. Annan suddenly had a mischievous thought and caught a dandelion to tease Evelyn.

Evelyn wrinkled her nose, but didn't wake up. Annan whispered again, "We need to meet a deadline..."

"Hmm, the second drawer on the left, there are ready-made drafts inside, I can use them in case of emergency..." Evelyn woke up as she spoke, opened her eyes, and looked at a pair of dark eyes that were close to hers.

"How did you sleep?"

"The lecherous look in my eyes in my dream is gone."

Evelyn pointed her finger at Annan.

"Reality has gained another pair."

The effect was obvious; Evelyn got a great rest this time.

Although it's not yet confirmed who is observing Evelyn, the Otherworld Tree is indeed effective against this kind of mental magic.

"Rest under the Otherworld Tree until you find a solution."

Mr. Fast told him not to tell Evelyn, but her troubles had to be dealt with—Annan intended to handle it himself.

He has a responsibility to protect his friends from harm.

"Then I'll have to leave the evenings to you these days," Evelyn said with a grin.

Annan glanced around nervously. Fortunately, the head maid Abby didn't usually come to the garden.

"By the way, if you had the chance to gain extraordinary power, but were destined to lose something, would you choose the power?"

"No."

Evelyn's refusal was so decisive that Annan was caught off guard: "Perhaps what we've lost isn't so important?"

"No then."

Evelyn's answer remained unchanged: "Wouldn't it be better if I wanted power by drinking Emerald Potion or Mountain Potion? Those don't require any price."

"And what's the point of fighting and killing? Writing news is much more interesting and powerful."

"Congratulations, you have grasped the true essence of journalism."

Looking at Evelyn's cheerful appearance, as if she had found her purpose in life, it's hard to imagine she would feel this happy if she were still a succubus.

So who can say that "pie" is necessarily wrong?
That's just how the world is; even the most evil and chaotic groups have their merits in surviving.

……

"call……"

The lustful demon wiped the sweat from his brow and lined up to receive his wages for the day: 1 silver and 67 copper coins.

Compared to the average worker's weekly wage of 5-6 silver coins, this was already considered an exceptionally high salary.

The main reason was that she didn't want to reveal her true strength. Otherwise, as a powerful demon, she could easily carry several times more goods and might even earn 10 silver coins a day.

After receiving her wages, her "coworker" put his arm around her shoulder and invited her to a bar for some fun.

"Do you have enough money?"

If I remember correctly, they only earn half of what they make each day. They said they could buy a glass of rye and sit in the tavern all night, and the succubus would sometimes put on a show for them to enjoy. If they wanted to be a little more lewd, they could book a room on the second floor to eavesdrop.

The succubus felt a pathetic wall had already formed between her and her coworkers. Weren't succubi the kind who could summon hordes of women willingly offering themselves with a mere wave of their hand?

Then she went to the tavern with her coworkers. Don't get me wrong, taverns are the best places to gather information.

The stories of bards, the exchange of information in the corners, the boasting after a few drinks—all sorts of true and false news spread here.

The workers stared intently at the succubus from the moment they entered, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, they wouldn't look away until midnight.

How pathetic, to be manipulated by a mere succubus.

No wonder the succubi of the abyss are scrambling to come here. They're starving in the abyss, constantly being taken advantage of by powerful demons, getting nothing out of it. These human types, on the other hand, are willing to risk their lives for a little pleasure.

The lustful demon, who considered himself unique, shook his head and turned his attention to eavesdropping on the guests around him.

"Tell the Brotherhood members to cease all activities within the Empire..."

Hmm... this is the Brotherhood of Shadows.

"The wind brings a warm message: the Confederate States of America has decided to establish a savings bank, backed by the Union..."

Bards? That must be the Bards' Association.

"...Flame Demon..."

Upon suddenly hearing a familiar term, the lust demon immediately perked up.

"...I just sneezed... *cough*. The flames on the Balrog were blown out, leaving it looking like a featherless little hen, ha—"

Oh, it's just bragging.

Throughout the night, the succubus heard a plethora of intelligence from various sources: the Shadow Brotherhood, the Bards' Mutual Aid, bandit groups, and spies from Middle-earth...

How come this Liberty City is so leaky, like it's riddled with intelligence organizations?
Late at night, the coworkers, having had their fill of watching, called the ecstatic man out. There was nothing else to do in the latter half of the night, so it was time to go back to sleep.

The lustful demon followed, and the sea breeze that had blown all day now blew at midnight, giving it a different kind of flavor.

The boastful drunkard staggered out, and a knight leaning against the wall rushed forward to greet him: "Lord Hegeler..."

Hegel...that sounds familiar.

The succubus thought of the list he had seen on Lady Biros’s desk. The name seemed to be a legend from the Kingdom of Dimon.
So you weren't just bragging after all?
"Hey, Ruth, what are you spacing out for? Go back to the dorm."

When called by the name he had made up on the spot, he snapped out of his daze and told his coworkers, "I have a place to stay."

"Where do you live?"

"Massage parlor".

On this day, the lust demon saw in the eyes of his fellow workers various desires flowing like a rainbow.

That's the complexity of human nature.

It was as if a switch had been flipped; starting the next day, the lustful demon could no longer keep any money. He would spend his earnings on the streets, watching magical videos, renting the "Everyone's Singer" magic stone, buying "Zhiyin" magazine, and "Voice of Freedom"...

The workers in the free port thus witnessed a strange sight—earning money as temporary laborers at the docks during the day and spending it at succubus massage parlors at night.

To outsiders, it seemed as if the succubus had poured all his money into the succubus. So much so that many foremen would shake their heads and sigh when they saw her, as if beneath her hairy skin lay a pathetic soul being manipulated by the succubus.

Even her coworkers, whom she considered to be on good terms with, advised her: "Russ, give up. You can't handle a succubus. Just play around with her and forget about it. She's not worth your heart. You should save up to get married and try to become a citizen of Free City someday..."

The lustful demon would agree verbally, but would continue at night.

The money has already been saved; it's too late to regret it now.

Fortunately, she still had some sense of shame and didn't ask the succubus for a refund of the money she spent on the Black Iron membership.

(End of this chapter)