Chapter 605: The Relationship Between the Investor and the Product Manager

However, although the situation was relatively awkward, it didn't matter.

Because this awkwardness didn't include the Masked Demon himself.

To him, although this large-scale appearance of Demon Hunters caught him somewhat off guard, what he wanted wasn't unobtainable.

Or rather, he had already obtained a part of it now, but he wasn't satisfied with this.

Gluttony Demon: "Then what are your thoughts on your side?"

Masked Demon: "None for now, just trying to get as many Demon Eyes and witch's blood as possible."

Gluttony Demon: "What exactly are you researching that requires witches' things, won't other Evolvers' blood do?"

Masked Demon: "I have tried, but ultimately the witch's blood has the best effect."

Gluttony Demon: "So I say, what exactly are you researching? At least give me, the person supporting you, a bottom line in my heart right?"

To be honest, Sherlock didn't care at all about what exactly the other party wanted to do.

But the problem was the atmosphere had already reached this point now. If he didn't say a few words, given this Masked Demon's level of intelligence, there was no guarantee he wouldn't guess his reason for finding him today.

So he might as well ask in passing.

As for why Sherlock wasn't interested in these so-called 'researches', simply put, it was PTSD brought by the Tower Witch.

Witches like to research, so he dislikes researching, it's that simple.

Moreover, researching this kind of thing required investing a massive amount of money. Compared to directly capturing slaves, the cost was truly too high.

Coupled with the fact that even if money was invested, it might not necessarily research anything out, feeling somewhat like the loss outweighs the gain.

So Sherlock disliked it, and wasn't interested either.

Masked Demon: "Actually it's nothing, just wanting to research an evolution item, that's all."

After seeing Sherlock's inquiry, the Masked Demon didn't hesitate and directly spoke out what he was researching.

After all, he indeed needed the other party's support. Whether it was funds, materials, or backing him up in the Council of Elders, he needed the existence of a character like Sherlock.

Coupled with the fact that what he said was merely a research topic, and not some research result, the Masked Demon didn't have the slightest bit of hesitation.

Gluttony Demon: "Evolution item!?"

As soon as he saw this term, the fat on Sherlock's entire body trembled.

He was originally seeking how to solve the problem of those inflating Demon Hunters, and as a result, this guy was actually talking about wanting his support to do experiments on evolution items in front of him?

Isn't this f*cking directly outputting riding on my face!?

If you want to ruin my slave industry, just say it directly, there's no need to beat around the bush.

No, I have to properly reason with this dog thing, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to distinguish the big king from the small king.

However, when the Gluttony Demon was crackling away typing on his magic phone, a message came from the other side again.

"Actually, recently not only have a massive number of Demon Hunters appeared, but a new race called the Necromancer Race has also appeared, and they are also Evolvers."

"But different from those initial Evolvers, their attribute points and innate talent skills and so on are closer to Demon Hunters."

"Most importantly, these Necromancer Race have all appeared in the Forsaken Territory. According to my investigation intelligence, these Necromancer Race were all created by the people of the Black Witch Clan."

"That is to say, the White Witches created the Demon Hunters, and the Black Witches created the Necromancer Race."

"If we don't catch up to these two races as soon as possible, we will definitely be eliminated by them in the future. At that time, the scene will develop into an unmanageable situation."

...

Sherlock, who was originally still working hard on typing, paused his fingers.

The message sent by the Masked Demon indeed somewhat exceeded his expectations.

"Hey hey hey, she appeared, she appeared! Black Witch, Black Witch, why is there a matter of the Black Witch again!"

He originally thought it was just the White Witches stirring up trouble, but as a result, the Black Witches appeared again!!!

Sherlock rolled his eyes and almost failed to catch his breath.

He felt that he was somewhat clashing with the Black Witches in this lifetime.

Every time his life was smooth sailing, a Black Witch would silently come above his head, then drop some exploding glass bottles on him and swagger away.

For a few moments, he even felt that the other party seemed not to care at all whether he died or not, but simply wanted to throw bombs by his side and interrupt his life process.

So...

Gluttony Demon: "Do it. Do it however you want, I will help you watch over the Council of Elders' side."

Yes, Sherlock loosened his mouth.

When facing matters of witches, he! Sherlock! Will absolutely not shrink back!

Masked Demon: "Thank you, esteemed Duke. Then do you need me to talk about the conception on my side?"

Since someone else has promised to be his investor, he, as a product manager, naturally had to properly promote the product to the other party.

This was true whether on Blue Star or on the Karim Continent.

To put it plainly, it was Social Niceties.

At the same time, it was also giving his investor reassurance; after all, this thing truly burned money.

Sometimes he even somewhat envied those witches.

There was no helping it, compared to other races, the Witch Race, whether Black Witches or White Witches, were both experts at scooping up money.

It could be said that on the entire Karim Continent, there was no one who knew how to scoop up money better than them.

Even the Titan Race, which basically monopolized the magic machinery of the entire Karim Continent, couldn't compare.

After all, compared to appliances, consumables still had a gap in profit margins.

Not to mention the Witch Race sold more than just one kind of thing.

Even their fist product, potions, were divided into basic potions, attack potions, support potions, and magic potions that were only occasionally sold.

It could be said that the money-absorbing speed of just this one business of potions had already left many merchants far behind.

How could this not make the Masked Demon green-eyed with envy?

But then again, now with the endorsement of the Demon Duke Sherlock, it would also be much more convenient for him to do things in the future.

And Sherlock, who fundamentally wasn't interested in research, couldn't help but still want to know exactly what the other party was researching after listening to the Masked Demon's analysis.

Let's not talk about the matter of supporting or not for now.

Just 'wanting to know other people's secrets', a desire that would more or less exist no matter who it was, was enough to make Sherlock, the investor, calm down.

Gluttony Demon: "Then tell me, so I can analyze it."

The fingers frozen in the air finally had a place to be used.

Masked Demon: "No problem."

The product manager who obtained the investor's approval smiled, moved his fingers a bit, and began his performance.

Masked Demon: "This matter still has to be spoken of from the Necromancer Race under the Black Witches..."