Bride of the Great Demon King

"Like their terrestrial cousins, hellhounds often share an unbreakable bond with their owners."

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Although it was already winter, the tent built with thick leather was extremely warm.Rare, fist-sized fire-attributed gemstones were randomly placed on the ground, exuding bursts of warmth.

The businessman who seemed to be doing nothing sat behind the counter, rubbing his hands boredly, frowning and looking at the continuous wind and snow outside the tent since last night.It seems that even this piece of land with lava passing through the ground still cannot stop the severe winter.

With a long sigh, he reached out and ran his hands through the tangled green hair.The season when even demons are reluctant to go out easily, for those cold-blooded animals, it should be regarded as a nightmare, right?The businessman, who always greeted people with a smile, had a rare gloomy look on his face.

Slowly spreading his palms, the businessman silently called out his belongings.Soon, the merchant's palm was covered with black blood vessels, and a black hole suddenly appeared at the tip of the index finger, and a faint dark red light flickered in the deep hole.

"Come out, my dear child. Come out, delicious food is waiting for you!"

As if moved by Fernando's sweet words, the red light got closer to the entrance of the cave.The scorching breath emanating from the merchant's fingertips instantly raised the temperature in the tent a lot.

"Come on! Honey, let me see if you've become more beautiful lately."

Finally, under the offensive of the businessman's sweet words, a crystal clear white soft worm cautiously poked its head out of the hole.The two slender tentacles on the round head turned up and down a few times, and then stretched out longer and longer, almost touching the merchant's cheek.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Fernando's face grew stronger, and he gently scratched the bug's chin with the index finger of the other hand. "Hehe... What a lovely child, how can you make me bear..."

The needle-like nails suddenly protruded from the merchant's fingertips, piercing through the insect whose entire head had just been exposed.The chubby worm immediately struggled violently, with such force that it almost broke the businessman's nails, and the red liquid splashed from the wound burned the ground with many pits of different shades.

"I'm sorry, my child. You must feel how much I need you now, right?" Fernando smiled lightly and pierced the worm's brain again with his sharp thumbnail, pulling the whole worm out of his index finger.

The white bug curled up its body, trying to use the red hook at the tail to escape from the merchant's grip, but it was a pity that its weapon couldn't hit the enemy at all due to its ingenious angle.The central part was severely injured, and its struggle gradually became weaker.

"Honey, hold on, hold on! You're useless if you die now." Fernando's whispers brought another burst of angry attacks from the white worm.

The merchant raised the corners of his lips, took out an immature red snake fruit from the bag on the counter, pinched off a small part of the bug's tail, ground it together with the hook into a bright red juice, and smeared it on the surface of the red snake fruit.In the same way, he painted a small bag of green fruits in bright red, and then the businessman nodded in satisfaction, and stuffed the dying worm with only its head back into his fingers.

Putting all the overripe fruits back into the pockets, the businessman tied the pockets tightly with satisfaction, stood up and took out a set of brand new tea sets from the counter and placed them on the small round table in the center of the tent.

"Dear guest, please come in! I have already dealt with it."

Bastian frowned and walked into the tent: "I don't like your address, especially when you just..."

"Oh! Well! It's just my habit, you know my lovely children are always greedy and brainless, and are easily deceived by sweet words. But you are different, hell under the throne of the death devil three How can the head dog be easily moved by words? Well...what can I call you, how about the minibus?"

"Fernando!" The Hellhound grimaced.

"Alright, alright, Bastian, I've prepared what you asked for. Come! Have a cup of top-quality Dead Sea black tea! I'll fetch it for you." The businessman flatteringly poured a cup of tea for the grumpy customer, Turn around and walk behind the counter.

The Hellhound picked up the teacup, and the tip of its nose moved slightly.Seemingly well pleased by the aroma of the black tea, he took a few sips in a row and drank the whole cup.

"That's it." The businessman reappeared holding a flat round reagent bottle, and the pink liquid in the bottle exuded a charming brilliance.

The Hellhound took the reagent bottle, uncorked the glass bottle and took a sniff.

"Don't worry, you can definitely achieve the effect you want. Just a small drop, use it before each sexual encounter. Such a small bottle is enough for you to use for a while, even in high-frequency situations. I understand that many high-level monsters are in heat The period always needs to be carried out day and night...hehe..." The businessman smiled ambiguously.

"..." The Hellhound accepted the potion without saying a word.

"I'm curious, what made you suddenly figure it out? Our dear Bastian, who never pretends to anyone, did you finally discover the joy after trying it once? However, I Personally, I still think there is nothing wrong with having one or two offspring once in a while. Even if they are not pure-blooded, they can still be used to pass the time, right?" The businessman winked with a smirk.

"If you continue to babble." Hellhound said coldly, "it will make me think you don't want your reward anymore."

"Ah! How is it possible? Come on, it's a good deal, one for one." The businessman immediately gave up the chatter and took out another reagent bottle that was exactly the same.

The Hellhound cut open his finger without hesitation and let his blood flow into the bottle, and healed the wound with healing magic after the bottle was almost full.

"I've never heard that my blood has special magical effects." Bastian frowned, and a green light shot out from between his brows and landed on the reagent bottle, "I've already cut off the gap between me and these blood." connection, so any puppet magic won't work."

"Ah! Where are you thinking? Dear Bastian, my friend, I have never thought of doing you any harm. In fact, I am not sure whether this will make my new research possible." Merchant He explained with a smile, "It must be hard for you to imagine that in some eastern countries, they believe that the blood of black canines has a strong killing effect on ghosts, and they use paper smeared with blood to make special attack props. After I came back from the Eastern Kingdom, I tried many hell creatures and tried to make a brand new powerful potion, but unfortunately I didn't succeed. Although your coat color is not pure black, I believe that the strongest purebred in hell The blood of canine monsters will definitely help my research."

"Okay, we're done." Bastian, who had achieved his goal, seemed unwilling to stay any longer.

"Don't be in a hurry." Fernando smiled and poured another cup of black tea for the hellhound.The businessman raised his legs, his eyes glowed with gossip: "So, Camilla the Mirror Witch is dead?"

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Bastian, Fernando quickly waved his hand: "You should know that intelligence is the most important of my many commodities, and it is also the most profitable type of transaction. I have no other meaning, I just want to find out how Camilla died. Maybe I can boldly guess that the information I gave you about the Mirror Labyrinth may come in handy?"

Bastian snorted unhappily, but he couldn't deny that the information provided by the businessman for free was indeed helpful: "Camilla died in the master's bedroom, and I don't know the exact process."

"Oh! I should really applaud the courage of the Mirror Witch. She even had the guts to go back to that one. As expected...she is... an outlier among demons!" Fernando's smile was somewhat mocking.

"You still have such contempt for creatures that have degenerated into demons." The demon hound pointed out sharply.

"Of course." The businessman nodded solemnly, "I'm only interested in real hell demons and pure-blood monsters, such as you. How about it, don't you reconsider? If you intend to become my partner, any original contract I It can be released for you. Of course, it also includes the contract on your 'master'."

"I don't understand why you insist on asking such meaningless questions." Bastian frowned, not even bothering to answer this invitation that has remained unchanged for hundreds of years.

"I just want to have a good chat with Naya, and learn about the habits of snakes." Fernando smiled harmlessly, "Learn how to win their favor." The businessman made no secret of his dislike for the three-headed dog's tail Yearn for.

"So you still failed to capture his heart? Your mysterious snake crush, huh?" Bastian raised his eyebrows maliciously.

"I will succeed, one day." The businessman smiled confidently, but there was a little tiredness between his brows. "How? Are you interested in becoming a part of my huge trading system and sharing the endless wealth in hell with me?"

"I'm not interested in riches," interrupted the Hellhound impatiently.

"Alas... dogs always have an enviable loyalty, unlike those creatures that are always kept cold." The businessman seemed rather regretful.

"..." The Hellhound's ears quickly turned a few times, "I'm leaving!" The nimble figure disappeared outside the tent in an instant.

"Loyalty is such an annoying thing." The businessman put away the tea set.