Chapter 8 Withdrawal reaction!
Mordu Bank.
The window for handling deposits and withdrawals suddenly heard a loud scream.
"How much?!"
The pig security guard in uniform glanced in the direction of the counter, and when he saw that it was just an ugly human being, he groaned and turned his face away.
Looking at Luo Yan, whose mouth was wide open as if he could stuff an egg into it, Miss Goblin, who was sitting behind the bank counter, peeked at him shyly.
"Two million Keira...Sir, are you sure you want to withdraw all the money?"
Look carefully, this guest is quite handsome.
Although the status of human beings in hell is not as good as that of high-level demons, as the saying goes, rare things are more valuable.
And I heard that humans are not as long as goblins except for their noses and ears. Everything is longer than goblins.
If he is willing to treat her to a meal, she can't condescend to it...
"No, just...take ten thousand first." Luo Yan composed himself and quickly calmed down from the shock.
He originally thought that there would be a few thousand kelas on the card at most. After all, his living expenses were only one or two thousand, but he never expected that the balance on it would be seven digits!
Could it be that Pastor Jeffrey copied the wrong bank card number and password? I sent myself the card where I saved my personal money...
Although he knew in his heart that the possibility of this happening was approximately zero, Luo Yan couldn't help but feel worried.
Hence, let’s take a long detour and go to A Nightmare on Elm Street in the West End to visit Pastor Jeffrey.
If there was a mistake, he would have to return the money to the gentleman.
Ten thousand-dollar bills were counted and counted by the goblin behind the counter, and finally they were neatly stacked on the copper tray.
This kind of banknote made of refractory materials is the largest denomination banknote in hell. It is said that it can roll around in magma without getting stuck.
It is sad to say that Luo Yan has lived in hell for eighteen years, and this is the first time he has seen money of such a large denomination, so much so that his palms felt hot when he held it in his hands.
"Sir, please check the amount."
The goblin sitting behind the counter gave a sharp reminder, and his hawk-like index finger circled a few times around his ears, which were longer than his face.
Luo Yan unexpectedly discovered that the expressions of these goblins were actually quite rich. Before that, he had always thought that they could only do food.
After all, he had only seen them in the canteen of West Tower.
"Okay, thank you."
Without saying anything, he stuffed the money into his wallet, and then strode out of the bank under the astonished gazes from behind the counter.
The green skin gradually turned into a pig liver color that could not be covered by foundation, and the loving eyes were also engraved with a vicious curse.
Ugly human things, so rude! Poor thing, what's the point of showing off your stink! nausea! Shrimp head! ￥%￥#@!
Some of them are as tall as giants, some are as short as dwarfs, some have countless legs, and some have eyes that take up half of their faces... Or maybe they are not mammals at all, but giant insects that can butterfly swim in magma, carnivorous plants that look harmless to humans and animals but are actually extremely dangerous.
Different from high-level demons with distinctive characteristics.
As the vast majority of lower-level demons in hell, they have complex bloodlines and do not have an exact race, but are generally called "demon".
This title is mainly to distinguish it from high-level demons.
In today's world, the concept of devil has long been generalized. Only old antiques like Principal Irvine who have lived for a thousand years like to be pretentious about their identity.
The new generation of demons no longer care.
The temple served by Priest Jeffrey is located on such a street. When Luo Yan stepped here, he obviously felt that the surrounding eyes were a lot dazzling.
In hell, humans other than clergy are too conspicuous...so conspicuous that no one can help but want to take a bite.
This is one of the reasons why Luo Yan rarely "goes home" since he was admitted to Demon King Academy.
Pastor Jeffrey has just finished his evening prayers.
Seeing Luo Yan appear at the door of the temple, a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face, as if he were seeing his own grandson.
"I just received your letter, why did someone come here."
"I miss you."
Luo Yan smiled and lifted the basket in his hand, which contained some fire pig fruits and bread, which are specialties of hell.
These souvenirs were all bought from street vendors before he entered this street.
"Don't be so polite, the temple in the magic city has never been short of food. If you have any spare money, why not donate it to the children in remote areas."
Although he said so, Priest Jeffrey took the things from Luo Yan's hand with a smile, and then said in a normal tone.
"You are here because of your bank card, I guess."
"I still can't hide it from you..." Seeing that the old man saw through it, Luo Yan no longer concealed it and admitted with a haha.
Priest Jeffrey had an expression on his face that he had known this for a long time, and made a joke casually.
"Shocked by the amount?"
"Yes... I was wondering, when did you become so rich."
Jeffrey glanced at Luo Yan, who spoke freely, handed the basket in his hand to the nun who came forward, and asked her to send it to the kitchen.
There are a lot of these foods.
Enough to serve as dinner for the orphans in the temple nursery.
After finishing this matter, he looked at Luo Yan and said seriously.
"I should have told you in my letter that this money was left to you by your father."
Luo Yan was silent for a while, nodded and said.
"I know. But...how should I put it? I was shocked by the amount? Even if I want to thank him, I have to know his name."
He was not sure how he felt.
The man who refused to reveal his name had never appeared at all in his life for the past eighteen years, and now he suddenly dropped a large sum of money in front of him...
Priest Jeffrey was silent for a while and cast his eyes towards the chapel behind him.
"Your father...can't recognize you for some reason, so he can only give you some help through me. I don't like that man, but I can see that he loves you, and he does this for your own good." Luo Yan nodded.
"Okay, let's just treat it like this."
Priest Jeffrey raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I thought you were going to ask for his name?"
"What's the point of repeatedly asking about something? You've refused to tell me for so many years. Besides, I'm not a hot-faced but cold-hearted person. If he thinks this is better, then so be it." Luo Yan made a helpless and free smile, "Anyway, to me, you are my father."
A faint smile appeared on Priest Jeffrey's face, but he soon coughed with a straight face.
"I'm glad you said that, but in terms of age... it's more appropriate for you to call me grandpa."
"Okay, as long as you're happy." Luo Yan said with a laugh.
Jeffrey nodded and placed his generous palm on Luo Yan's shoulder. There was a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he was thinking of someone.
After a long time, he slowly spoke.
"Your eyes are like your mother, like obsidian... She worried me a lot when she was your age. I was always worried about her getting into trouble and couldn't sleep because of the worry. And she did not disappoint me. She got a big one on that day eighteen years ago."
"Big one?" Luo Yan blurted out, and soon realized that he was talking too much.
"That's right, it's you." Jeffrey glanced at Luo Yan meaningfully, and continued in a calm voice, "It's precisely because of your trouble-making mother and your indecisive father that I was always worried that I couldn't raise you well... But in the end, your performance was beyond my expectation."
"Sometimes I even feel that you are not like you. Child. You are more mature than your mother and more independent than your father, and all of this happened when you were very young. Every time I think of this, I feel both proud and ashamed of you——"
"Please don't say that." Luo Yan coughed lightly, interrupting the old man, "I'm very grateful to you for raising me up like this."
Jeffrey smiled and said in a kind tone.
"Really? Thank you for your comfort. Actually, what I want to say is that although I am not very competent as a godfather, I have always regarded you as my own child... Please forgive me. I can only help you so much. You will have to walk the road in the future on your own."
Faced with the encouraging eyes, Luo Yan responded with a reassuring smile.
"Please don't say that, you have helped me a lot! As for the next road, I can do it myself! Besides, I have also decided where to go next."
"Then go and do what you want to do."
Priest Jeffrey gently patted Luo Yan's shoulder, like a real father, with pride and approval shining in his eyes.
“If you feel tired one day, just come back and sit here.”
“I have always been here.”
At night, the Magic City is like a giant dragon that yawned and fell asleep, leaving only street lamps and scattered flames of lava dotting the streets and alleys.
At the invitation of Pastor Jeffrey, Luo Yan had dinner with everyone in the temple nursery for the first time in a long time, and spent the night in the dormitory where he had lived for sixteen years for the first time in a long time.
It was an old chapel converted into a dormitory. There were more than thirty beds in the spacious bunkhouse, and all the orphans raised by the temple lived in it.
The races of these orphans are also diverse, including one-eyed monsters, touch demons, centaurs, cat people and even slimes.
When he was about to go to sleep, a group of wingless "little devils" surrounded him, blinking curious eyes, and chattering as if they had endless words to say.
Having said that——
He always had a sense of déjà vu for no reason, as if something similar had happened not long ago.
"Brother Luo Yan, I heard that you are going to be the Demon King?!"
"Okay! I want to be the Demon King too!"
"I will be your minion!"
"I will be your bride!"
"Wrong! How can the Demon King have a bride!"
"Then I'll play the role of a villager!"
h Okay, stop arguing. Be careful and you will attract Priest Jeffrey."
Seeing these brats getting more and more noisy, Luo Yan quickly took action and knocked them off his bed.
I always feel that there is something wrong with the education of these guys.
No, wait—
This is hell.
By the standards of hell, there seems to be nothing wrong with teaching this way?
Looking at the little devils who finally fell asleep soundly, Luo Yan also lay on the bed.
Originally, he planned to meditate for a while before going to bed and take a look at the forum, but he was too sleepy and fell asleep.
At the same time, in another world where the amethyst dome cannot shine, the closed beta players who have nowhere to release their energy have greeted the dog operator over and over again on the forum.
Pig knight: "...%￥@#&! What do you mean by covering my face?! (angry)"
Can't afford it: "The dog planned to come out and get beaten! (angry)"
Tauren warrior: "Succubus! !! Succubus! ! NPC replacement! !
Yiye Zhiqiu: "Are you okay... (sweat)"
Zhao Jinyan, who was sitting in front of the computer in the small bedroom, looked so confused that he didn't even notice that half of the popsicle in his hand fell to the ground.
Good guy.
Are you experiencing any withdrawal symptoms? !
"This game..."
Is it really okay?
(End of this chapter)