This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 615 - 545: Hell Bank Opens_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 545: Hell Bank Opens_2

This statement was weighty enough, as Cambion already knew who this Lord’s father was.

In all of Hell, if there were any devils who had not heard that name, they truly deserved to be dead.

The notorious Deceiver, even the Grand Duke of Hell had to silently accept his schemes. It was said that now he had become a distinguished guest of Duke Zariel.

This significant figure must have some profound intention; it was not something Cambion, a mere Cambion, could question. But Cambion was not fool; not understanding Amberser’s commands did not mean he would ignore them. He began to closely observe those Minor Coward Demons and inferior demons in the territory, trying to figure out what exactly the Deceiver intended to do with these wastes.

Then Cambion noticed a pattern; every so often, a few Minor Coward Demons or inferior demons would meet with Melina, and afterwards, they seemed completely transformed.

Clearly, these lucky ones had received a substantial amount of Soul Currency. Devils needed souls to grow stronger, especially those freshly transformed sinners who were at their weakest, requiring only a slight resource to quickly level up.

Cambion had initially thought the Deceiver was selecting talented devils to nurture, to become the real power of the territory. However, this was not the case. These imps, after gaining a certain level of strength, would leave the territory.

Each devil that left took with them one or several Magic Mirrors capable of instant communication, and they all had looks of excitement as if leaving to accomplish some great endeavor.

Seeing this, Cambion could no longer inquire further.

A subordinate must know their limits; it was feasible to inquire about information that could be easily known by a glance, but it wasn’t worth the risk to dig deeper into more profound matters. Knowing might not benefit oneself, and could even potentially anger the Deceiver.

Yet, in the middle of the night, Cambion often pondered this issue, wondering what exactly that Lord was up to.

So Cambion served as the steward in his territory, carrying his doubts with him, until Melina took him to Zariel’s Official Residence.

When Cambion heard this command, he was stunned for several minutes. He had never thought he would be qualified to step into Duke Zariel’s Official Residence in his lifetime.

That was the most prestigious place in all of Aphnas! Just a short time ago, he was but a wandering Cambion in the wilderness, and now he was stepping into such an esteemed location?

At that moment, Cambion was even more determined to follow Melina.

This Lord might not seem very smart, but her father was incredibly formidable—no, he had surpassed the limits of the word "formidable."

Melina only took Cambion and Monica as her subordinates to Zariel’s Official Residence, and the process was uneventful. Zariel greeted Melina with a smile, then warmly expressed his desire to promote Melina as the captain of his Personal Guard.

Melina agreed to nominally join the ranks of the Personal Guard, but she would still stay in her own territory to continue managing it, only serving by Zariel’s side when called upon by the Grand Duke of Hell.

This negotiation made Cambion and Monica sweat throughout their bodies, especially when Melina initially refused, Cambion and Monica thought they might die right there. Yet Duke Zariel was unexpectedly amicable, even giving Melina the chance to choose.

In the end, Melina simply held the title of a Personal Guard, but continued her actions freely, and not just Melina—both Cambion and Monica also received Zariel’s rewards.

They were presented with rewards normally reserved for those with distinguished military achievements on the Blood River Battlefield, now laid out before these two minor characters for their choosing.

Cambion didn’t hesitate and decisively chose a drop of Ancestor Demon’s blood. Although a Cambion was not weak, the demonic bloodline in Cambion’s body was too mixed, considered almost certainly hopeless trash. For a devil like him without any talent, even with a large amount of Soul Currency, his strength would increase slower than others.

The Ancestor Demon’s blood would help Cambion purify his bloodline, making it much easier to grow stronger in the future. In Hell, fists were still more useful than tongues.

Monica, on the other hand, had a high-grade bloodline already—Succubus mixed with Elf, both containing powerful magic, but usually hard to utilize. Therefore, Monica chose a very good Magic Wand, which could greatly enhance her Spell Casting Ability.

Even the subordinates brought by Melina were rewarded, making it appear to onlookers that Melina was Zariel’s most favored newcomer.

However, in Amberser’s view, Zariel still didn’t trust him.

No inspection was necessary, the drop of Ancestor Demon blood from Cambion had definitely been tampered with by Zariel, as had Monica’s magic wand. But Amberser had no choice but to accept it, as it was all part of the art of mutual compromise.

Zariel couldn’t interfere with the bank’s business, so he used this other method to keep an eye on Melina.

Amberser had no objections to this, after all, Zariel was the Grand Duke of Hell, and one must give due respect.

And with this meeting, Melina’s position in Hell was finally secure, with no hidden dangers remaining.

So, after Melina returned to her own territory, Amberser candidly told Zariel about the situation of the meeting between Melina and the Pitchfork Butcher.

"Pitchfork Butcher?" Zariel asked, frowning, "What is that?"

The gap in status was too vast, Zariel was probably unaware of such imps, who were several tiers below Duke Bayer in the hierarchy.

"It might be related to Duke Bayer, I am not familiar with him, hence I’m politely asking for your advice," Amberser carefully phrased his words, speaking to Zariel, "I’m not sure what the situation with Duke Bayer is, what kind of stance should I adopt towards Him?"

Upon hearing the name Bayer, Zariel immediately showed an angry expression, but He soon calmed down and said to Amberser, "Don’t mind it, Bayer now has only one job, which is to watch over the Blood River Fortress for me. Fighting demons until eternity, that is His mission, and His only mission."

"Is it just that simple? Then the meeting between Melina and the Pitchfork Butcher..."

Zariel waved her hand impatiently, "Don’t bother me with such trivial matters. The bank is about to open officially, Mammon has already found the first batch of clients. Strictly speaking, your soul belongs to me, and we certainly can’t let Mammon outperform us. Pay more attention to business matters, don’t let Mammon monopolize everything."

Hell Bank was almost ready, and the funds provided by Amberser had been successfully accounted for, so it was time for the opening.

To boost morale, Mammon suddenly brought in business worth billions, and the clients even included other Archdukes of the Devils from several layers of Hell.

Amberser played the role of a necessary advisor in the plan, not involved in the specifics of the job. Zariel had the qualifications to participate, but He lacked the ability and the personnel, and now seemed like someone merely sharing the profits. According to the development direction designed by Amberser, the bank’s profitability was poor in the early stages; it needed to wait until the collection period to make a large profit.

Zariel felt at a loss and could only continue to ask Amberser for advice.

Amberser chuckled and said, "I have been prepared for this aspect."

Above the magic mirror, Amberser’s figure slowly faded away, replaced by a series of data. The complex and varying numbers dazzled Zariel, but He still discerned what was displayed.

"Is this... fragmented savings? Together they amount to this much?"

Amberser replied, "That’s right, Mammon has unmatched resources among high-end clients throughout Hell, but Hell is so vast, and it’s not just the Hell Lords who have money."

"Thirty to fifty soul fragments can be compressed into a slightly lower quality soul currency, but this process is complex, and ordinary devils don’t have the ability, only those Hell Lords can carry out small-scale collection and compressing of coins. And soul fragments are seemingly worthless, only significant as fodder. But what if these soul fragments could also be counted as wealth?"

Amberser appeared again on the magic mirror, his hand sweeping grandly, excitedly saying, "These billions of devils across the Nine Layers of Hell, if each saved just a penny, how vast would this wealth be?"