Alien world

Chapter 1775, Chapter 408: Money

Ruth glared angrily at the four-armed bee demon, strongly suspecting that the creature was a demon in disguise.

"Alright, everyone's watching you, don't embarrass yourself."

Olme's infuriating voice rang out from the side.

"Since you're not paying, of course you don't care!"

Ruth spat out resentful words through clenched teeth, and as she took out her money, with each gold coin she pulled out, Ruth seemed to see a tiny, winged Annam disappearing into the distance.

"Are you hungry—"

"Not hungry!"

Annan had barely begun when Ruth abruptly interrupted him.

Annan rubbed his stomach and said nothing.

For succubi, the most nutritious thing is their essence and energy. However, eating can fill their stomachs, but it can't enhance their strength.

"Honey--"

As they walked up the stairs, the succubus approached, but was unceremoniously blocked by the lustful demon.

It's not that being jealous or protecting Olme is just right, but rather that every penny he spends here is her money.

Ruth must protect his secret stash of money from being squandered by that wretched succubus!

Downstairs in a corner, the Abyss Demon watched the two Annan Demons go upstairs with bulging eyes.

"Master, those two are carrying the aura of that six-armed serpent demon. Should we...?"

"No need. I don't know why, but I admire that succubus."

All the humanoid demons in the tavern who heard these words quietly covered their buttocks.

……

In the guest room, Anan moved the wooden board that should have been a window, and the stench from outside immediately rushed into the room, only to be dispersed by the wind from the ground. A little while later, another stench wafted in.

As if afraid of getting used to the stench of the Skaven city-state, this constant wind allows you to continuously experience the unique characteristics of the Skaven city-state.

Annan peered out and counted the layers by the spiraling downward firelight. There were thirteen layers in total, from the first to the deepest, which matched the sacred number of the Rat People.

I haven't asked about the bloody scene or the location where the Rat King is imprisoned yet, but there's no rush.

"These guys are actually quite cute," Annan said, pulling his head back and thinking about the atmosphere of the tavern.

Ruth, who was observing the shabby room he had rented for 60 silver coins and growing increasingly angry, raised his voice: "Cute? Demonic?"

How many brains must a Dementor have eaten for someone to say something like that? Ruth's suspicious mind started working again.

"Are the demons of the abyss really that friendly?" Annan asked rhetorically.

Ruth couldn't say yes against her conscience.

The demons of the abyss distrust each other, and since you never know what they're thinking, they all choose to "eliminate each other first for safety." Thus, the question changes from "should I eliminate it?" to "I must eliminate it before it eliminates me," creating a vicious cycle.

How much money do you have left?

"do what!"

"You're a lustful demon, not a dragon. Why are you so greedy?" Annan said disdainfully. "No matter how much you imitate her, you're not as cute as the Blue Dragon Princess."

Illy Moas is the kind of person who would think, "Even if she steals your money, she runs away so gracefully."

"If you're not greedy, why don't you pay for it yourself!"

“I need to calculate this too,” Annan said, pulling out his empty pocket.

Ruth pointed at Annan's disguised magic ring: "Don't you have a magic ring?"

"Magic is forbidden here, I can't use it," Annan said, shrugging. Actually, it was possible, but Ruth didn't know that, and could only sullenly accept that all his counterattacks had been blocked.

Annan's expression turned solemn: "We are carrying out Lady Biros's mission, so don't let your little temper ruin the plans of the two ladies!"

"What right do you have to lecture me? You've only been here a few days, while I've been following you since the Abyss... ugh... ugh—"

Annan lunged forward and covered Ruth's mouth: "You can speak louder, let the whole tavern know what we're here for."

The tavern was a mixed bag. Not to mention relatively neutral evil creatures like abyssal demons and vampires, there was also the four-armed bee demon behind the counter—don't think Annan wouldn't recognize it; its devilish sulfurous and muttony smell couldn't hide from him at all.

Who knows how many powerful figures have spies here?

Ruth pulled Annan's hand away, glared at him, but didn't lash out again: "You better make sure my money is well spent!"

"Of course, I've already found clues about the Rat King."

As a result, Ruth's eyes turned even redder. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Annan asked, puzzled.

"We all know the clues to the Rat King, yet you spent tens of gold coins on it!?"

"I haven't finished yet. Aren't you wondering why they all came here at the same time? Demons are always chaotic and sometimes don't even listen to their legion commanders. I'm actually trying to find out their purpose."

While the ratmen aren't exactly xenophobic, they're not to the point of allowing a bunch of alien races to appear in their core. With so many evil creatures arriving, there must be something they don't know.

"Have you heard about it?"

“Not yet.” Annan shook his head, saying before Ruth could get impatient, “Making it too obvious will arouse suspicion. I’ll offer a drink to gain favor first, and since I’m a succubus, they won’t find it strange if I try to get close to anyone else.”

Ruth is no longer angry, but rather upset.

She was already conflicted because Olme was in charge, but he saved her and Lady Biros had given her orders. Now, she not only didn't value him as much, but she was also less intelligent than him!

If only I am the best fighter left... then I'd just become a bodyguard, wouldn't I?

“You rest, I’ll go down and inquire later,” Annan said.

"me and you togather."

"No need. My excuse was just to strike up a conversation. What would it mean to bring you along?"

"up to you."

Ruth thought to herself that she was spending her own money and renting the house herself, so who said she hadn't contributed anything?
However, Olme wasn't too bad... Russ had improved somewhat. At least he hadn't been negligent in carrying out the tasks assigned to him by Lady Beros.

Coming to her senses, she saw Anan extend his hand in front of her, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.

"Give me some money."

……

Late at night, Annan left the sullen Ruth behind and went downstairs alone.

Day and night make no difference to the demons; they remain as noisy as ever.

Annan stood on the last few steps and scanned the entire room. There were many new figures. The Abyss Demon's spot was empty, while the vampire occupied a corner of the counter, with a row of glasses filled with blood in front of him.

"What's the deal with that vampire?" Annan asked, approaching the four-armed bee demon wiping the bar counter with an air of familiarity.

"It called itself a connoisseur or something, vowing to visit every tavern on the continent of Allen, and then it rattled off a bunch of blood, like Flame Demon Blood, Saint Blood..."

"Aren't you going to kick him out?"

“I wanted to yell at it, but… it was giving me way too much money.”

Annan felt contempt. This was the devil—principled but few, willing to betray even the rope that had hanged him for personal gain.

"What kind of blood does it want? Did you manage to get it?"

"No, I asked if lower-grade blood would work, and he said yes, so I used it."

(End of this chapter)