This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 662 - 579: The Devil’s Daily Life_4

Chapter 662: Chapter 579: The Devil’s Daily Life_4

Having made up his mind, Gustavo Flint prepared to speak and refuse, but he heard his assistant shouting loudly, "No, I refuse! I will not sell my soul. Why does he get to decide? I will sell this old man’s soul!"

Gustavo Flint looked at the young assistant in shock. He had never expected this usually obedient and docile young man to say such a thing. He had already decided to use a slave instead, yet the young man couldn’t even wait that long?

Parurier, laughing heartily, said, "Look at this interesting child. You must have been very anxious just now, not knowing whether that old man’s first words would be a refusal or an acceptance, so you had to refuse before he could speak, right?

"Oh dear, you can bow and scrape for a career, and for survival, you throw your prospects away. Very decisive indeed! Unfortunately, you guessed wrong; this old man was going to refuse the deal. Look at yourself; you really should take a look in the mirror, your expression right now is priceless."

Gustavo Flint frowned as he looked at Parurier. This devil could sense his thoughts, and it was the same before; she could accurately gauge the emotions of others.

The young assistant, now completely flustered by Parurier’s words, opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain to Gustavo Flint but seemed to know that nothing he said now would make any difference.

Finally, the young assistant gritted his teeth and said, "Since I’ve already made my decision, I will deal with you and sell his soul!"

Having already offended Gustavo Flint, retaliation was inevitable; he was doomed either way, so why not go all out! Once Gustavo Flint was dead, he would be in control of the narrative.

Gustavo Flint, furious, laughed sarcastically and no longer cared to look at the young man another time. He had thought he’d found a competent person he could turn into a confidant, but it turned out he was just mistaken.

Indeed, students as smart and loyal as Isabel were rarer than legends.

The assistant didn’t have the luxury to consider that; he had to complete the deal immediately, or he was surely dead. But Parurier’s response only led him to despair.

"Oh dear, that’s unfortunate, poor child. We devils can only make deals with things mortals own."

The assistant exclaimed in shock, "What do you mean by that? Why can he decide to sell my soul, and I cannot make the decision?!"

Parurier explained, "You don’t have the right to sell his soul, because he doesn’t belong to you. Why do you think I only make deals with this old man? Your future, your life, even your very life are controlled by him. Just like parents selling their young children, or grown children selling their elderly parents, those are all fine, but the reverse isn’t allowed.

"How could you sell something that doesn’t belong to you?"

Desperate, the assistant collapsed to the ground, scrambling and crawling, trying to leave the place.

By this time, Gustavo Flint had also made his decision. He nodded to Parurier and said, "Deal."

Parurier’s tail flew out from the Magic Mirror, and swiftly coiled around the young assistant, who could not break free no matter how he struggled.

Hellfire burst from Parurier’s tail, instantly turning the young man to ash, leaving behind only a glittering Soul Currency.

"Nice quality, this soul of despair. I’ll take it!" said Parurier, playing with the Soul Currency, then turning to Gustavo Flint, she said, "As for your problem, I don’t know any Diga Ultraman. The devil I work with is named Arthas; you probably haven’t heard of him.

"As for your plan against the Alchemist Association? Isn’t it obvious? I’m just doing what devils do. Tempting mortals to fall and willingly give up their souls; that is our everyday routine for devils."