Chapter 78

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Saying is one thing, doing is another. Clearly, the protagonist succubus, who was sliding from the chaotic good alignment to the chaotic evil alignment, adhered to the theory of "I'll do whatever I want." Before this, he absolutely did not understand the meaning of this phrase, and of course, he did not want to understand it.

However, after picking up the young angel, the protagonist succubus had no choice but to understand what this phrase meant.

Indeed, ideals are like Mount Heaven, while reality is an abyss. The protagonist succubus thought that with his abilities, protecting a young girl was no big deal. His reputation as a masked executioner was worth something in Netheril and even throughout the entire Nosantatos. When changing hotels, he held the young angel in his arms. If any bastard was curious about the bulge in his cloak and looked over, he would glare back with ten times the ferocity.

Under the "common sense" in Netheril that "this bastard is ruthless and will take your head if you provoke him," the demons who were glared at by the protagonist succubus would immediately lower their heads like defeated quails and quickly run away from the protagonist succubus.

"Hmm, hmm..." After walking for a while, the young angel, who had been lulled to sleep by the protagonist succubus, woke up. After waking up, she started to fuss. Her soft, tender voice came through the protagonist succubus's cloak, attracting even more attention from the surrounding demons.

"This is ventriloquism," the protagonist succubus explained solemnly to the surrounding demons, then lifted a corner of his cloak, leaned in, and whispered, "Hey, don't make a fuss. We're on the street now. Don't make any noise."

"Hmm." The young angel nodded and then obediently lay in the protagonist succubus's arms, not speaking or moving.

The protagonist succubus finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to glare fiercely at the bastards who were looking at him curiously.

Thus, the protagonist succubus changed to another hotel. He avoided a succubus innkeeper who would open the door without permission and wear decisive lingerie, and instead chose another succubus innkeeper who might or might not do the same.

If someone were to complain that this was just a waste of time, the protagonist succubus would never admit it—because the previous succubus innkeeper had seen the young angel lying on his bed, while this one had not. This was a significant difference, a big enough difference to make him move.

After moving, the protagonist succubus ordered a five-demon meal, which, as expected, was all meat. After eating with the young angel, he gave her a bath, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and changed her into clean clothes. Then he instructed her:

"Stay in the room and don't open the door for anyone. If someone comes in, hide immediately. Don't come out unless you see me. Here, this is for you—" The protagonist succubus said this while handing her a set of polarizing cloak and a bottle of high-level invisibility potion.

"If you hide and see that it's not me, and the person starts searching the room, drink this potion and don't move, understand?"

"Yes, I understand." The young angel answered very seriously.

"Then, let's make this a deal." The protagonist succubus said this while extending his little finger and hooking it with the young angel's, as a sign of the agreement.

Only then did the protagonist succubus breathe a sigh of relief. Indeed, he breathed a sigh of relief. Because he couldn't always carry the young angel around.

If you remember, I did mention his profession before.

He is a killer, a mercenary, a one-eared blade for hire. When doing this kind of work, the protagonist succubus naturally couldn't bring the young angel with him.

Then, there was Delmont's general store, his long-time collaborator. If he wanted work, he had to come to this guy.

Looking at this unremarkable general store, although he had just been there a few days ago, the protagonist succubus felt as if it had been a lifetime.

After a slight hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey, hey, hey, I wondered who it was." Upon seeing the protagonist succubus, Delmont first looked stunned, then showed a sinister expression.

The protagonist succubus had killed an entire team of mercenary caravan guards, stolen a large amount of goods, and even kidnapped the young angel he had worked hard to get... Delmont naturally felt he had a reason to be angry. Indeed, he had been planning to gather troops, organize forces, and recruit subordinates to take out the protagonist succubus. He never expected the protagonist succubus to come to him voluntarily.

"Truly, he's walking into a trap. Should I take this opportunity to get rid of him?" Delmont thought.

"Ha ha ha, it's been a few days, and you're getting worse at talking." The protagonist succubus laughed, reached out, and patted Delmont's shoulder hard, then leaned in, showing a very friendly face:

"I need work, so arrange something for me. I want a job with over two hundred times the profit, and one that can be done easily."

"You have the nerve to say that, after killing so many of my people and robbing my caravan, you still have the nerve to come see me," Delmont said through gritted teeth.

"Really, really, really, really." The protagonist succubus continued to grin: "A few deaths mean nothing to you. There are countless one-eared blades in the abyss. Are they all your relatives? Why are you so heartbroken?"

"No—what about the goods?" Delmont asked, eyes wide.

"The goods? They're just that—don't think I don't know your secrets. A sweatshop for apprentices and low-level mages, those shoddy things aren't worth much. Here's a deal: I'll do a big job for you for free. In all of Netheril, pick anyone except that perverted gentleman, and I'll bring you their head within a day as an apology. What do you say?"

As he said this, the protagonist succubus pressed down on Delmont's neck, forcing him to make eye contact.

The result was that the Yorgros demon with a wolf's head instantly broke into a sweat.

Anyone except Sied, which included Delmont himself—this wasn't just an apology, it was also a threat.

"Ha ha ha... You're not saying anything, fine. I'll take that as a yes. Let's do it this way."

The next moment, the protagonist succubus released his neck and continued to laugh without a care, patting his shoulder hard.

"No, absolutely not. This guy can even kill ancient white dragons. His individual combat strength is probably close to that of a typical abyssal demon. If we clash, the chances of winning are slim, and even if I win, I might not be able to kill him. If he wants to kill me, it's easy. I'll die, I'll die. What a bastard—"

Thinking this, the Yorgros demon immediately abandoned the idea of a showdown. Like all fickle demons, he immediately put on a smiling face and laughed along with the protagonist succubus.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Ha ha."

"Ha ha ha."

"Alright, let's call it a day." After laughing enough, the protagonist succubus directly concluded the matter. Although the Yorgros merchant was extremely unhappy, under the protagonist succubus's threat, he still gave him the killer's job as usual, then laughed and handed over the dragon tooth sword made from the materials the protagonist succubus had previously delivered to him. He also returned the remaining materials and personally escorted the protagonist succubus out of the general store.

Smiling, smiling in a business-like, professional manner, he watched the protagonist succubus leave, walking further and further away until he disappeared around a corner.

The smile on Delmont's face immediately vanished, replaced by a dark, deep, and bottomless expression.

Meanwhile, what Delmont didn't know was that the protagonist succubus on the street was the same.

He casually swung his sharp, cold sword while taking out a silver mask from his dimensional bag, which he hadn't worn for some time. After thinking for a moment, he extended his little finger, used his nail to scratch, and then drew two upward-curving lines at the corners of the mask's mouth.

After that, he lowered his head, put on the mask that looked like it was smiling, and covered his face.

"Yes, perfect."

The protagonist succubus muttered to himself, then raised his head and saw a group of demons pointing and whispering about him. He immediately swung his sword fiercely, shouting, "What are you looking at?! Have you never seen a demon as handsome as me?!"

The passersby scattered, and a few slow runners immediately became the protagonist succubus's sword victims.

Well, they brought it upon themselves.

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