Chapter 90 Ordinary Bastard

Yi Cha opened the door and walked in. The manager and two and a half clerks immediately followed behind. The inside of the so-called president's office is indeed the same as the outside in the style of hell - there are some minor differences. For example, a real hell should be filled with magma rather than covered with carpets imitating magma colors, and the magic fire is not just used for simple lighting. That's all - but these differences in style did not affect the overall situation. Behind the large basalt table stood a shadow with hands behind its back.

The shadow's magic horn is slightly curved and bright red. Judging from his back and the smell he exudes, he is by no means a special kind of devil of the deranged, seductive or corrupt type, but he is still a real devil. There is nothing wrong with that.

This is the "president". Yi Cha thought.

He walked forward and saw the president opposite turning to face him.

oh. He really shouldn't have expected anything just now. It's really lackluster, the opponent looks really ordinary - maybe not low in rank, but it's only average compared to most demons. He is either a show-off type, or he is as unattractive on the outside as he is on the inside. As far as Icha knows, there are almost no demons like the former. The shape and length of the opponent's fangs were unusually mediocre, and they only reached his forehead (he believed that the opponent must have revealed his true appearance in front of him). He neither exuded surging energy nor had any well-developed limbs. , unable to identify specialties - in any case, the opponent does not have the characteristics of an excellent demon soldier (black staff, crescent blade or scimitar wielder, or must have particularly sharp claws). But not like a noble.

A matter-of-fact assessment, like a common bastard.

There is only one thing that is not very common, two points to be precise:

First, the "president" has a soft smile. This is an expression not commonly used by demons. Second, the eyes that were staring at him now were filled with light cyan flames. It's even less common. But it's by no means rare.

Overall, Icha didn't like these two things.

"President. This is the boss of the terminal office." the manager said. "Boss. This is the president of Terminal Office." Then he retreated quietly.

"Ezhaint Xinkardestu." The demon president said. Blooming a bigger smile that Cha doesn't like even more. "You're here."

"I'm coming." Yi Cha frowned. Repeat that sentence. "And I don't know you."

"Of course you don't know me." The Demonic President responded happily - judging from his tone, it was as if they were old friends for many years - but he denied this in his words just now. It's so despicable. "I am much younger than you. When I was born, you were still carrying out your great evil plan in the Vientiane Forest. Sit down."

"There's no—"

some. The president snapped his fingers. A high-backed chair that looked extremely soft immediately appeared on this side of the table. Icha shrugged and sat up. Even the mean, disgusting bastard couldn't stop him from sitting down. Regardless, the chair is softer and more comfortable than it looks. This made his impression rather reluctantly improve.

"Say it." You have to face him anyway, or don't come. Icha spread out a hand. "what you up to?"

The Demon CEO seemed stunned for a moment as he didn't expect such a question.

"I didn't want to do anything. Duke Yi Chaint. I just wanted to chat with you." The demon president quickly smiled. "In addition, now that you are back, the Terminal Office will naturally belong to you again. I will immediately transfer all the recent information and records to you."

As he spoke, he immediately took out a metal cylinder in his hand and pulled out a stack of paper full of symbols (the carrier of this important content was actually made of plants. It was simply incredible. If their claws scratched When passing it, or what should I do if my breath accidentally ignited it while I was concentrating on reading?), I carefully displayed it and put it back. Then he threw the metal cylinder over. Icha immediately let it disappear between his palms.

"Don't you need to check the ledger?" The Demonic President asked with a smile.

"No need." Icha said. "I can see it very clearly. It doesn't matter if it's not balanced. Are there any transaction records or anything like that?"

"In the five-string structure inside the tube." said the president. "We use a variety of recording techniques. Including the counting method popularized by Metz. You know. Now is no different than before. There is not so much capable and cheap labor."

Bastard. How could it not be?

"Okay." Yi Cha nodded. Realize that something is wrong with you. All demons have a little bit of hypocrisy. At this moment, he felt as if his talent had suddenly completely failed. "What do you want to talk about?"

"We'll talk about it later. We need to issue an emergency mission about Erobaba first, right?" The Demonic President waved his hand and asked the clerks and managers to come forward and ask them to create an order and then light it in a six-legged brazier.

nondescript. And quite backward. Although the clerks and managers did a very skilled job.

"The release is complete. Now we just need to wait for the task to proceed." The Demonic President seemed to have noticed his pickiness and immediately turned around with a smile. "Then it's time to sign the agreement."

"protocol?"

"When I temporarily acted as Terminal Agency, the situation was urgent and you were not here. But now that you are back, we need to sign an agreement indicating the termination of my agency. Terminal Agency is led by the Demon Duke Chaint Xinka Desdus is once again in full control.”

"unnecessary."

"Just to avoid trouble. It doesn't cost anything." The demon president said gently. Why haven't you noticed this before? That's a pretty nasty tone. "As if he was bent on proving that he has nothing to prove." Yi Cha found that he suddenly remembered a sentence from a similar style of work by Willy Shaw. He clearly felt that those were useless things.

"Come on." The demon president unfolded a rather ancient-looking scroll and gestured to him.

"Have you prepared this a long time ago?" Yi Cha frowned.

"From the first day I acted as an agent for Terminal Firm." The Demonic President replied.

"Okay." Yi Cha said. Stand up. The demon president was still smiling and waving to him. It's really weird. He saw the name on the scroll. The first name mentioned is that of himself, the other is called "Dosmas". This should be the name of the interim president. Bland, and—he'd thought this too many times today—still looked like a bastard.

He extended his hand to sign. The Demonic President also signed his signature immediately. He smiled slightly and let them all get a copy of the effective agreement.

"Dosmas." Icha said. After calling out the name, the annoying feeling seemed to have subsided.

"What are you going to do next?" he asked. "You run this place well - I won't ask you how you got the agency. What matters is what happens from now on. If you have nowhere to go -"

"Oh. I'm going to take care of some housework next," Dosmas said.

Household matters. certainly. Many demons have families. Yi Cha thought. This is nothing special...

The gleaming claw tips brushed his throat. He subconsciously made himself appear thirty minutes away. hateful. Bad habits get worse. But actually it doesn’t matter if you get hit. The devil is not afraid of attacks on the throat, or even attacks on the heart.

The next attack was indeed aimed at the heart. He only had half of that thing now, so he ducked and dodged again. It doesn't matter if you get hit. Unless he is...

Dosmas rushed towards him. Furious smoke billowed from his head, and black air filled the air around him. The flames in his eyes condensed into a point, shining with a terrifying crimson color.

(End of chapter)