Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

Raila took a deep breath and spoke slowly and eagerly: "Ahaha! That's amazing! Why why! Are you a genius!?" The high-pitched voice echoed, and then silence brought silence.

Renault felt his face begin to twist.

"What happened!?" Kaiping woke up with a start.

"Hey! Is this what you just did?" Raila asked Nia without hesitation.

"Well, yeah. Do you like it?"

"Yeah! I like it very much!"

Renault and Kaiping were both stunned, and Nia was the only one who smiled happily.

Renault began to escape, wondering what he was thinking, while Kaiping rubbed his head and said, "It seems I haven't woken up yet."

The most surprising thing is that despite her high-pitched tone, Raila's expressions and movements have always remained low-key. There is almost no change of expression and no movement.

Faced with this sudden contrast, Renault glared at Nia: "What happened?" Renault asked, and Nia turned around and replied: "I tried to add some bright elements to her way of speaking."

"It is indeed your masterpiece." Kaiping and Renault relaxed almost at the same time and lowered their heads.

At noon, Erin finished sorting the documents on the table and thought alone. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and she said, "Come in."

A male voice came out: "Shopkeeper, Renault is here." The man's face was very solemn.

Erin smiled and said, "Let him in."

The man turned around and said: "Okay." Then he said to the person who should be Renault: "Hurry up, come in."

"Next time you use this method on my partner, I won't let you go."

"I got it! Stop torturing me!" The man was pointed at by Renault, sweating profusely.

Looking at the conversation between the two, Irene laughed again: "It's still the same, Renault." Renault turned his head when Irene called him.

"Long time no see, sister." Renault said with a smile. The man seemed to think there was an opportunity and hurriedly closed the door.

Renault only looked back and murmured: "That guy."

"Spare him, he works hard too."

Renault smiled bitterly and said: "Forget it, since my sister said so." Continue to move forward.

Erin also stood up and approached Renault's side. Standing in front of Renault, Erin looked down at him, as if confirming. Then, she hugged him tightly: "It's so good that you are alive..."

The force was so powerful that Reno was a little confused.

"Sister?" Reno said, and Erin let go of her hug.

"I am worried about you."

"Haha, I'm sorry."

"Speaking of which, why did you forget the agreement to meet once a year?"

She stared at Renault, who avoided his eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm too busy to care."

"I won't forgive you." She pouted and said, and Renault smiled bitterly: "Uh."

"It would have been better if I hadn't sold you into slavery."

"It's this topic again..."

"If you had been working by my side, this wouldn't have happened."

"Stop saying this if, it makes no sense in the first place. And then..."

"Pointless?"

“I think it only makes sense to succeed on my own.”

"Isn't this the same thing?"

"It's different, so -" Renault held his head and hesitated, "Hey, sister, do you have to tell this story every time we meet?"

"Of course, as long as you come back to me, I will keep talking."

Renault sighed again and lowered his head tiredly: "Although there are other things to say, sister, you don't have much time, right? Let's discuss it quickly." Following Renault's words, Irene sat across from her helplessly.

Eileen placed the document between the two of them on the low table: "I selected some nobles with status, property and reliability."

Facing Eileen who always recalled the past, Renault twisted his mouth with nostalgia and picked up the file, then started reading from the first one. Not only is the person's name included, but details such as age, title, estimated wealth, and interests and hobbies are also recorded in detail.

"Ah, Balto is not good at teaching. They prohibit the use of magic instruments." Renault said as he took out a few documents and placed them at one end of the low table.

"Normonism denies magic, and those who promote supernatural life even prohibit magic."

As the documents were pulled out one by one and handed to the other party, Irene exclaimed: "You understand it in such detail." and observed it carefully.

Then, Renault opened his eyes wide on a piece of paper: "Fa Paganism!? What kind of niche religion has this guy joined?"

"who?"

"The man Yeli Dazlois."

Eileen suddenly realized after hearing the name and nodded: "Well, there are indeed many weirdos in the nobility of this country. The higher the status, the more so."

Renault responded: "Yes, that seems to be the case."

Reno continued to sort through the files silently, re-bundling the half-processed files.

"Then, let's choose these people. As for the agency fees-"

"It'll be done as soon as it's done." Irene immediately answered his question, and Renault's eyes widened.

"but......"

"You need money now too, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"These people are our customers and have no interest in magic tools. If it is Fulzbelt's invention, they will spend money without hesitation, and these transactions keep us profitable, so there is no need to worry."

Renault clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "Since sister said so, I will do what you want."

"When can negotiations with them begin?"

"Is it urgent? If it's an interview, tell me in advance and we can start tomorrow."

"What an amazing sister. You do things so quickly and are so helpful."

Renault pulled out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Eileen and said, "Wells Lindbergh, I want to start with this person."

Erin frowned and looked carefully: "The deputy director who manages the sanctuary? Why him again?"

"Just by having him, we can move more easily."

After Irene realized Renault's intention, she nodded slightly angrily: "Indeed, it would be great if we could not be interfered by them."

"Yes, yes, they are the toughest guys in this city..."

Renault touched his head, and Eileen laughed: "By the way, you are called a heretic by them."

"It's just that they are considered an inferior race because they don't have magic power."

Erin frowned and said, "Don't take it to heart."

"Of course I don't care," Raynor said. But his thoughts had turned to those guys - the "Inquisitors."