Chapter 8

Demon Capital Bank.

A loud, shrill scream suddenly rang out from the window where deposit and withdrawal services were handled.

"How much?!"

The pig-man security guard in uniform glanced toward the counter, and seeing that it was just an ugly human, he snorted and turned his face away.

Looking at Luo Yan, whose mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg, the goblin lady sitting behind the bank counter stole a shy glance at him.

"Two million Kaila... Sir, are you sure you want to withdraw all the money?"

Looking closely, this guest is actually quite handsome.

Although humans don't have the status of high-level demons in hell, as the saying goes, things are valued for their rarity.

And I heard that humans, except for their noses and ears not being as long as goblins', have everything longer than goblins.

If he is willing to treat her to a meal, she wouldn't mind condescending a bit...

"No need, just... withdraw 10,000 first." Luo Yan steadied himself, quickly calming down from his state of shock.

He originally thought there was at most a few thousand Kaila on the card, after all, his living expenses were only one or two thousand, and he never expected the balance inside to be six digits!

Could it be that Priest Jeffrey copied the bank card number and password wrong? And sent him the card he used to store his private money...

Although he knew clearly that the probability of such a thing happening was approximately zero, Luo Yan still couldn't help but worry.

I'll take a detour later and visit Priest Jeffrey on Ghost Street in the West District.

If it really was a mistake, he must return the money to that gentleman.

Ten thousand-yuan banknotes were counted again and again by the goblin behind the counter, and finally, they were neatly stacked on the copper tray.

This kind of banknote made of fireproof material is the largest denomination banknote in hell; it is said that it won't burn even if you roll it in magma.

It's sigh-worthy; Luo Yan has lived in hell for eighteen years, and this is the first time he has seen such a large denomination of money, to the point that his palms felt hot when he held it in his hands.

"Sir, please verify the amount."

The goblin sitting behind the counter reminded him in a sharp voice, her hook-like index finger circling a few times on her ear tips, which were longer than her face.

Luo Yan was surprised to find that the expressions of these goblins were actually quite rich; before this, he had always thought they only knew how to eat.

After all, he had only seen them in the cafeteria of the West Tower.

"Okay, thank you."

Without saying much more, he stuffed the money into his wallet, and then, under the astonished gaze from behind the counter, strode out of the bank.

The greenish skin gradually turned into a liver color that even foundation couldn't cover, and the affectionate eyes were also engraved with fierce curses.

Ugly human thing, really impolite! Poor thing, showing off what! Disgusting! Shrimp head! ￥%￥#@!

Ghost Street, West District of the Demon Capital, all kinds of demon-folk are walking on the street.

Some are as tall as giants, some as short as dwarves, some have countless legs, and others have eyes that occupy half their faces... or they don't look like mammals at all, but giant insects that can butterfly-swim in magma, or carnivorous plants that look harmless but are extremely dangerous.

Unlike high-level demons with significant characteristics.

As lower-level demons who occupy the vast majority of hell, they with complex bloodlines don't have a specific race, but are collectively referred to as "demon-folk."

This term is mainly to distinguish them from high-level demons.

In this day and age, the concept of demons has long been generalized; only old antiques like Principal Headmaster Aiwen who have lived for a thousand years like to split hairs on identity.

The new generation of demons has long since stopped caring.

The temple served by Priest Jeffrey is located on such a street, and when Luo Yan stepped in here, he clearly felt that the surrounding gazes were much sharper.

In hell, humans other than clergy are simply too conspicuous... so conspicuous that everyone can't help but want to take a bite.

And this is one of the reasons why Luo Yan has rarely "gone home" since he was admitted to the Demon King Academy.

Priest Jeffrey had just finished his evening prayer.

Seeing Luo Yan appear at the temple entrance, a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face, just like seeing his own grandson.

"I just received your letter, why did you come over?"

"Missed you."

Luo Yan chuckled and lifted the basket in his hand, which contained some hell-specialty fire-pig fruits and bread.

These souvenirs were all bought from roadside vendors before he entered this street.

"No need to be so polite, the temple in the Demon Capital has never lacked food; if you have that spare money, you might as well donate it to children in remote areas."

Although he said so, Priest Jeffrey still smiled and took the things from Luo Yan's hand, then said in a casual tone.

"You came here for the bank card, right."

"Still can't hide it from you..." Seeing that he was seen through by the old man, Luo Yan no longer concealed it, laughed, and admitted.

Priest Jeffrey had an "I knew it" expression and made a joke.

"Scared by the amount?"

"Yes... I was wondering, when did you become so rich."

Jeffrey glanced at the outspoken Luo Yan, handed the basket in his hand to the nun who came forward, and instructed her to send it to the kitchen.

There was a lot of this food.

Enough for the orphans in the temple nursery to have as dinner.

After finishing this, he looked at Luo Yan and said solemnly.

"I should have told you in the letter that this money was left to you by your father."

Luo Yan was silent for a while, nodded, and said.

"I know. It's just... how should I put it? Scared by the amount? Even if I want to thank him, I have to know his name."

He wasn't sure what kind of mood this was.

That man who wouldn't even reveal his name hadn't appeared in his past eighteen years of life at all, and now he suddenly threw a large sum of money in front of him...

Priest Jeffrey was silent for a while and cast his gaze toward the chapel behind him.

"Your father... for some reason cannot acknowledge you, and can only give you some help through me. I don't like that man, but I can see that he loves you, and doing this is indeed for your own good."

Luo Yan nodded.

"Alright, let's just assume that's the case."

Priest Jeffrey raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I thought you would pursue his name?"

"What's the point of repeatedly asking about one thing? You wouldn't tell me for so many years. Another thing, I'm not the type to stick my hot face to a cold butt; if he thinks this is better, then so be it." Luo Yan made a smile that was both helpless and carefree, "Anyway, to me, you are my father."

A faint smile appeared on Priest Jeffrey's face, but he soon straightened his face and coughed.

"I'm glad you said that, but in terms of age... it's more appropriate for you to call me Grandpa."

"Alright, as long as you're happy." Luo Yan laughed and said.

Jeffrey nodded, his broad palm placed on Luo Yan's shoulder, and a bit of nostalgia floated in his eyes, as if he was thinking of someone.

After a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Your eyes are like your mother's, just like obsidian... She didn't give me less trouble when she was your age; I was especially worried every time she caused trouble, worried to the point of not being able to sleep, and she really didn't disappoint me, making a big one eighteen years ago on that day."

"A big one?" Luo Yan blurted out, soon realizing he had spoken too much.

"That's right, that's you." Jeffrey looked at Luo Yan meaningfully and continued in a slow tone, "It is precisely because of your mother who loved to cause trouble and your indecisive father that I always worried about not raising you well... but the result was that your performance exceeded my expectations."

"Sometimes I even feel that you are not like a child. You are more mature than your mother and have more ideas than your father, and all this happened when you were still very young. Every time I think of these, I feel both proud of you and ashamed in my heart—"

"Please don't say that." Luo Yan coughed lightly, interrupting the old man's words, "I am already very grateful that you were able to raise me this big."

Jeffrey smiled and said in a kind tone.

"Is that so? Thank you for your comfort. Actually, what I want to say is that although I am not a very competent godfather, I have always regarded you as my own child... Please forgive me that this is all I can do to help you; the road ahead must be walked by yourself."

Facing those encouraging eyes, Luo Yan responded with a reassuring smile.

"Please don't say that, you have already helped me a lot! As for the road ahead, I can do it myself! Besides, I have already decided where to go next."

"Then go, do what you want to do."

Priest Jeffrey patted Luo Yan's shoulder gently, like a real father, his eyes shining with pride and approval.

"If one day you feel tired, come back here and sit for a while."

"I have always been here."

The light spilled from the dome gradually merged into the edge of the night.

The Demon Capital at night is like a giant dragon yawning and falling asleep, with only street lamps and the sporadic embers of magma dotting the streets and alleys.

At the invitation of Priest Jeffrey, Luo Yan had dinner with everyone at the temple nursery for the first time in a long time, and stayed for a night in the dormitory where he had lived for sixteen years.

That was a dormitory converted from an old chapel, with more than thirty beds in the spacious dormitory, where the orphans raised by the temple lived.

The races of these orphans were also varied, including cyclops, tentacle monsters, centaurs, cat-folk, and even slimes.

When it was almost time to sleep, a group of "little demons" without wings surrounded him, blinking their curious N eyes, chattering as if they had endless things to say.

Come to think of it—

He always had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if similar things had happened not long ago.

"Brother Luo Yan, I heard you are going to be a Demon King?!"

"Yay! I want to be a Demon King too!"

"I'll be your minion!"

"I'll be your bride!"

"Wrong! How can a Demon King have a bride!"

"Then I'll play a villager!"

"Eek—caught!"

"Ouch! Must be locked up! Training!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, be careful not to attract Priest Jeffrey later."

Watching these little brats getting more and more outrageous, Luo Yan hurriedly took action and blasted them off his bed.

I always feel that the education of these guys has a problem.

No, wait—

This is hell.

By hell's standards, teaching like this doesn't seem to be a problem?

Watching the little demons who finally fell asleep, Luo Yan also lay on the bed.

Originally, he planned to meditate for a while before going to sleep and take a look at the forum, but he was too sleepy and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

And at the same time, in another world that the amethyst dome could not shine on, the closed beta players with nowhere to release their energy had already greeted the dog operator on the forum over and over again.

Pig-Headed Knight: "... %￥@#&! What's the meaning of covering my face?! (Angry)"

Can't Afford to Play: "Dog planner, come out and get beaten! (Angry)"

Minotaur Warrior: "Succubus!!! Succubus!!! Change the NPC!!"

Rock Candy Gourd: "Damn it, I could see it but couldn't touch it, now I can't even see it!!!"

Roasted Lamb Skewer: "So itchy! I feel like ten thousand ants are crawling on me!"

Ye Ye Zhiqiu: "Are you guys okay... (Sweat)"

In the small bedroom, Zhao Zhao Jinyan, who was soaking in front of the computer, was dumbfounded, to the point that he didn't even notice the half-eaten popsicle in his hand falling to the ground.

Good heavens.

Withdrawal symptoms have already appeared?!

"This game..."

Is it really okay?