“By the way, the human male seems to have an unusually wicked aura.”
He’s quite perceptive. Is it because he’s an expert in emotions?
Since he was offering hospitality, there was no need to pick a fight. I stayed quiet, and the appraisal ended sooner than expected.
“Genuine, genuine! Caw!”
“Top grade! Caw!”
The crow beasts quickly finished their task and laboriously brought out ten bundles of money. Sinister gold coins engraved with demons. It was indeed the currency used in the demon realm.
“I’ll give you a subspace pouch as a service.”
A pouch that could only hold money stored the enormous amount of gold coins. Reed tucked it into his bosom and looked at me with a raised corner of his mouth.
“Now, all that’s left is to squander it.”
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