Chapter 1061: Section 1062: Spitting Out Skeletons
The Pannas Charm Demon is the embodiment of jealousy, greed, and desire.
In a society where order prevails, such a symbol of immorality might become a typical victim tied to a stake and burned by flames. However, in the world of demons, the improprieties of the Pannas Charm Demon instead become part of its alluring charm.
The more wicked it is, the more flavor it has. This is not only the aesthetic of demons; even among some of the virtue-praising humans, such underlying cravings are suppressed.
“Involved with several major demons?” Angel looked at Canaan with a look of surprise and suspicion. One should know that major demons are at least of the Second Level True Knowledge Wizard or above, and even in Demon City, they definitely occupy a core level.
Canaan nodded with an expression that carried a trace of fear: “I rang the wind chime just now because it came…”
Other demons, even ordinary Intermediate Rank demons, Canaan could maintain composure under the confidence given by Fafnir. But this Pannas Charm Demon named “Nya,” was just too unique in Lassudral. Although it was only of Intermediate Rank, the markings of major demons on it were not just one or two. Any disrespect towards Nya could almost immediately be noticed by the eyes of the major demons behind it.
After hearing Canaan’s introduction of Nya, Angel rubbed his temples with some trouble.
Having a shop in Lassudral, what he least wanted to encounter was such a scenario. He would have been content with just making some money from ordinary demons. As for those with a major backing, he was not interested. Just like the previous juvenile Fire Demon, which was also a big hassle.
But since things had come to this, a solution was necessary.
Angel said to Canaan, “You go and pacify the other guests first. I’ll think of a solution for this.”
Canaan wanted to say that the other guests didn’t need pacifying at all—just one look at those demons in the courtyard, with their expressions of relishing the drama towards the house, was enough to tell. But Canaan also knew that this situation was indeed not one it could intervene in as a Half-Blood Demon; nodding its head, it retreated to the side.
Angel too was paying attention to the commotion inside the shop, while also thinking of a solution.
Inside the shop at this moment—
Although Nya’s expression still carried a smile, her eyes no longer reflected the previous frivolity. The dark-skinned woman across from her gave her a strong sense of oppression.
If ranked by demon hierarchy, this woman who called her “vile” was definitely at the level of a major demon, and even among major demons, she was one of the top contenders.
She had heard before that there was something fishy about this mesmerizing little shop: an Abyssal Indigenous Person daring to open a shop here must have a strong backer. Could it be this woman?
Nya’s eyes twinkled, and her tongue made a quick circle around her lips.
“I just wanted to experience the captivating flavor of Odeclass,” Nya’s eyes shimmered, “Why, are you angry?”
Fafnir snorted coldly: “Despicable Succubus, stop discussing Odeclass in that nauseating tone of yours, or I’ll kill you on the spot.”
Fafnir’s words came with an encompassing black wind.
In Nya’s perception, an immense and majestic shadow seemed to loom behind the woman in front of her, with great howls emanating from within it. Amidst the swirling smoke and dust, a pair of eyes matching the woman’s green and red bizarre pupils appeared on the shadow’s head.
Nya, frightened by this terrifying aura, took a few steps back.
This was an entity nearly reaching a lord’s level of power—a monster!
Initially, Nya had hoped to intimidate the other party using her trump card, along with the reputation of those major demons. Now, she realized it was like a joke.
Even if all those major demons joined forces, they probably wouldn’t be able to touch the woman before her!
As Fafnir watched Nya, almost retreating to the wall, a hint of disdain flashed across her eyes. She was about to voice her mockery when Angel entered from outside.
Instantly, both Fafnir and Nya turned their gaze towards Angel.
Angel appeared composed, but only he knew that he was marching in on sheer bravado.
He could tell that Fafnir’s expression was a prelude to her “opening her venomous tongue mode.” If the venomous verbal battery opened fire and Nya retorted, it could lead to unpredictable consequences. Even if Nya didn’t retort but just resisted with her gaze, Fafnir would likely find various excuses to discipline Nya.
On the other hand, Angel could also see that Nya was not one to back down easily, especially in front of a woman who was stronger in both power and stature. Jealousy could cloud the mind of a Pannas Charm Demon who likely wouldn’t calm down easily.
If a conflict indeed erupted, it would be Angel who would find it most difficult to resolve the situation.
Thus, he chose to enter at this point in time.
Firstly, Fafnir had already vented some anger, which could be considered a relief. Her rationality was prevailing, and the situation was in her favor, so she likely wouldn’t be too dissatisfied with his entrance.
On the other hand, although Nya might feel aggrieved, she should by now have realized the gap in power and acknowledged that confronting it would be unwise. Angel’s entry could actually serve as a stepping-down platform for her.
After Angel entered, Canaan in the courtyard bore an impressed expression. Canaan didn’t contemplate the future shifts in circumstances; it simply thought that the shop owner could walk right into the center of a tense face-off with such nonchalance, signalling incredible courage!
Canaan always knew that the tavern owner’s strength wasn’t high—far from comparing with his own, even Pulapa of the Hunting Museum was stronger. But Canaan was very clear that even if he was stronger than the tavern owner, he would definitely not dare to step into that frozen atmosphere under these circumstances.
Not just Canaan, in the eyes of all the demons in the yard, Angel’s image had become much more glorious than before.
Angel had earned a round of admiration, but at this moment his heart was far from as calm as he appeared on the outside, he suppressed the urge to turn around and run. First, he bowed to Fafnir.
Approaching Fafnir, he used the Spell of Whispering, “Noble Lord Fafnir, our time here is also limited, so why bother getting angry with it…”
Angel muttered a few words, and then repeatedly emphasized that they would soon return to Ice Valley. Once they got back, he would definitely make it known how Lord Fafnir defended the honor of Odeclass.
Fafnir naturally understood Angel’s intentions—it was really up to her whether to take action against the Succubus or not.
Seeing Angel so flattering, even knowing that Odeclass might not react much to Angel’s words, having something was better than nothing. In the end, Fafnir nodded, snorted coldly at Nya, and sat on the window sill, indicating her attitude.
Having dealt with Fafnir, Angel breathed a sigh of relief with a smile and walked up to Nya, “Even if flirting with the tavern owner, you can’t get a discount. If you want to participate in the experience tour, you need to pay in advance.”
As he said this, Angel stealthily glanced at Fafnir behind him, making sure it had no reaction, before turning back to Nya.
Nya was still in a daze, as if she had not yet grasped the situation.
Angel narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want to make things more complicated, but he wasn’t afraid of complications either. If Nya kept on, he would definitely not stop Fafnir again. After all, even if things went awry, once he found the night and got the remaining pieces of the Fire Transmission Stone, he could make a clean getaway.
It took a while before Nya slowly came to her senses. As a Succubus who had been successful in mingling among several great demons, with a quick turn of thought, she understood Angel’s purpose.
She put away her previously embarrassed smile, and her eyes looking at Angel carried more sparkle and admiration, “Alright.”
After receiving Nya’s reply, Angel finally let out a breath of relief and turned to look at Canaan, who was full of admiration, “Canaan, go and collect the money outside; we won’t wait for everyone this time. Once you’re ready, I’ll start the experience tour.”
After speaking, Angel looked at Nya again, “Three hundred Demon Gold Coins, or alternatively, you can use the corpse of a high-ranking Magical Creature as payment.”
Nya flicked her pink hair, extended her slender fingers to tap Angel’s chest, and then with a seductive smile, she sat back down at the round table, “What if I use myself to pay the bill?”
As she spoke, the mouth on her forehead opened, and a tongue resembling a snake licked Angel’s face.
The provocative atmosphere was stuffed back by the mouth on her forehead filled with sharp teeth. Angel suppressed his disgust, took a step back and said, “Sorry, but the shop does not accept alternative forms of payment.”
Nya: “What a pity.”
Angel: “…” He did not feel it was a pity at all.
“Since you’re collecting Magical Creature corpses, it so happens that a few days ago, Yadasai gave me a Magical Creature corpse; it tasted not bad, but I got tired of it after eating half. I can give it to you if you want.”
As she spoke, the huge maw on her forehead began to swell and opened wider and wider, becoming several times larger than Nya’s head.
It looked even more terrifying than the aliens Angel had seen on the Holographic Tablet.
With the opening of the massive mouth, bone by bone was spat out, landing in the yard, some with flesh and drool still clinging to them. The frothy saliva even carried a hint of Nya’s cool water fragrance.
But the scene was so disgusting that the fragrance made Angel feel nauseated.
After the bones were spat out, a relatively intact skin was also flung from the maw into the yard.
The courtyard appeared as though a small mountain of bones had been erected.
The gigantic mouth belched contentedly, then slowly shrank until it returned to its previous size.
Originally Angel had found this Pannas Succubus quite exotic, but now all he felt was fierceness and terror.
Recalling what Canaan said about Nya’s relations with several great demons, Angel’s aesthetic views on demons were being wholly revised.
“I’m not sure what kind of Magical Creature this is, Yadasai called it a little fly from the Void, what do you think?” Nya looked at Angel.
Angel took a deep breath, his expression showing disdain as he looked at the fragrant pile of bones.
“Wait a moment, I need to appraise it.”
Suppressing his feeling of nausea, Angel quietly built up the Eye of Nalda in his Mind Space.