Chapter 19

"Sure, customer. I'll bring it to you right away." Daimonte nodded, turned around, and walked to another box. He unlocked it, opened the box, and took out several ordinary, cloth shirts, coats, and pants.

After that, he shook out the clothes and pants. With a slightly apologetic voice, he said to the succubus:

"I'm really sorry, customer. These items have been stored for a bit longer. So... well, but I guarantee they are as clean as new clothes. And the fabric is very sturdy, and the dark color is very resistant to dirt. For someone who needs to be outdoors for a long time, this is exactly what you need."

Under the description of the Yugroth merchant, these rough, dull-colored fabrics were described perfectly. Then, he quoted a price that wasn't cheap but certainly wasn't expensive. The succubus, thinking "money comes and goes," didn't haggle much. They made the deal.

Next came the hooded cloak—of course, Yugroth recommended that the succubus buy a regular cloak and then pair it with a hat.

"You can see, this way you have more options to choose from, right? And I do have a few hats with nice magical effects, perfect for a distinguished customer like you." Daimonte said.

"I'll take a look first." The succubus replied... but in the end, she bought a black hooded cloak, a regular cloak, and a wide-brimmed hat. When choosing the buttons to fasten the cloak around her chest, the succubus didn't choose the most expensive diamond buttons but opted for the second most expensive emerald ones.

With that, the necessary items were all purchased. The succubus borrowed a small room as a changing room, hid her tail and wings, and put on the new clothes, pants, and cloak. When she came out, she saw Daimonte smiling, holding a large mirror outside the room—upon seeing her again, the succubus noticed that the usually smiling face of the Yugroth showed a ripple of surprise.

Surprise.

Because the succubus had a flat chest and a more masculine, inverted triangular figure rather than a feminine S-shape. The succubus felt a bit smug. Although she hadn't spent much time with Daimonte, she could clearly feel that it was very difficult to make him show any expression other than a smile.

But soon, the succubus's smugness turned to a desire to kill—this bastard had gotten her gender wrong.

"Are you satisfied, customer?"

In an instant, Daimonte's face was back to that gentle, fake smile. He held the mirror slightly above his head and asked the succubus.

The succubus looked in the mirror, adjusted her collar, and took a few steps—under the hood, her appearance was well concealed. By tucking her body into the cloak and not exposing her wings and tail, her succubus identity wouldn't be revealed. This way, the goal of hiding her identity was achieved.

"Not bad." The succubus replied. Then, with a fairly good mood, she left Daimonte's general store—before leaving, Daimonte seemed to remember something and pulled out a small booklet, handing it to the succubus.

"Customer, it seems like this is your first time in Narathel, right? This is a city guide I compiled myself." Daimonte said.

"Oh." The succubus casually flipped through the booklet. It contained district divisions, recommended hotels and inns, some special precautions, and a brief history of the city's founding.

"How much is this?" the succubus asked.

"It's free. I give a little gift to every first-time customer who comes to my shop." Daimonte said with a smile.

"Really... because they spend money?" the succubus asked.

"Whether they spend money or not, they all get one." Daimonte continued to smile.

"Really." The succubus put the booklet in her chest. Then, as she turned around, she tossed a gold coin. Daimonte immediately caught the shiny little thing.

"I've heard that nothing in the world is more expensive than something that's free. You can keep your little gift for someone else."

After saying that, the succubus started walking.

"Take care, customer. Hope to see you again."

Even though the succubus didn't look back, she could imagine that Daimonte was still wearing that fake smile as he said those words.

Thus, the succubus completed her first transaction at Daimonte's general store. She was sure it wouldn't be the last.

Of course, the succubus reminded herself that she wasn't coming back because of the excellent service and attitude. It was because she believed she could find what she needed here.

Feeling good, feeling good, the succubus walked down the road while flipping through the booklet. Indeed, with the disguise, she no longer attracted attention from the demons.

The Yugroth merchants were still the same, but the succubus wasn't thinking about these unscrupulous merchants. She observed the passersby, who no longer looked at her subconsciously. And although the succubus bitches still tried to solicit customers when they saw her, they weren't as aggressive as before, almost trying to tear her apart. The succubus was satisfied with this.

After flipping through the booklet, she basically understood what the city was all about.

Narathel, located at a fork in the River Styx, was a city that flourished due to trade and transportation.

Like most cities in the Abyss, the construction of Narathel was not without the contribution of non-demonic races. And the "contribution" came from the undead.

"Undead... I remember that fat red guy said he created the first undead in the world... Now I see, he was definitely lying to the demons." The succubus thought as much when she read this.

Although low-level undead had no self-awareness and were weak, there were powerful undead in the Toril universe, such as liches, liches, and more liches.

In the construction of Narathel, a group of high-level undead—vampires—played a significant role. Initially, a vampire family saw the strategic location here and moved their family here. After a series of expansions, adjustments, and compromises, the vampire family signed an agreement with the local lesser demon lords to jointly build Narathel. The agreement stipulated that as the builders and landowners, the undead represented by the vampires and the local demons represented by the demon lords each owned 50% of Narathel.

Naturally, this did not mean that Narathel was peaceful. Over the next few hundred years, the characters changed, and the victories shifted, but the open and covert struggles between the vampires and demons never ceased. Both sides wanted to completely control the city and the surrounding large areas, as well as the navigation of the River Styx in this section.

"Really messy, but it has nothing to do with me." The succubus thought as she tore the booklet horizontally, folded it, tore it vertically, and folded it again... tearing it into pieces and throwing it away. She had already memorized the content, and carrying it would naturally reveal to the observant that she was a newcomer. So, getting rid of it was the right thing to do.

Feeling good, the succubus, after scattering the debris, stopped at the door of an inn. It was one of the inns recommended in the booklet. It was said that the service and prices were both excellent. The succubus wasn't sure if Daimonte had received a kickback, but she decided to trust the Yugroth one more time.

After haggling with the succubus innkeeper, who also ran a restaurant and a brothel, the succubus got a first-class room with a bathroom at an 80% discount. She took off her clothes, soaked her body in the sulfur-smelling hot water drawn from underground, and had a comfortable bath. As she bathed, she felt like she was alive again...

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