readsfreenovel Chapter 60 Do you want to work for me?
Chapter 60 Do you want to work for me?
"Isn't it a bit much to get so angry, sir?"
Seeing the other person's posture as if they wanted to kill you, you tilted your head and looked at them, somewhat amused by their appearance.
You admire the demons of hell for their defiant and confrontational nature; most of the time, their actions that offend you only make it easier for you to resolve trouble.
"Unfortunately, if you offend me any further... I might just kill you."
You mumbled this in a very low voice.
In fact, as soon as the other person gets close to you, you have already tightly wrapped your tail around their hand.
When the other party realized that no matter how much force he used, the tip of the knife, which was quite a distance away from him, did not budge, he was clearly stunned.
Seeing this, you remained calm and composed, and with a slight exertion of your tail that had been holding his hand, the sharp blade that was meant to pierce your stomach fell to the ground.
"……It's you?"
With a sharp, metallic sound as metal hit the ground, the janitor, who was always wearing a hat, spoke with surprise after recognizing who you were.
But his surprise was quickly replaced by a more complex emotion.
"What wind blew a big shot like you to my place?... Hmph, whatever, anyway, if you want to kill me, whether I resist or not is of little use to you."
Upon discovering that the newcomer was the "old acquaintance" who had just caused a ruckus at SFDD and was ultimately politely ushered out by the other side, the janitor, who had just been looking fierce, said something in a self-deprecating tone and then quickly gave up.
He dragged his weary steps to a place piled with dirty, tattered mats, and then let himself collapse onto them like a sandbag.
You see large amounts of dust swirling up from the small hills of broken mats.
Looking at those dirty mats you absolutely wouldn't want to get close to, and worrying that some kind of fast-crawling creature might appear, your face immediately stiffens.
The person with a certain degree of obsessive-compulsive disorder subtly stood with their hands behind their back towards the door.
"Sit wherever you like in this wretched place, big shot! Too bad I don't have a place for you to sit, nor the strength to bring you a chair! If you want to kill me, then kill me! This place is already hell! How much worse can it get!?"
The cleaner wailed mournfully on the hill of broken cushions in a tenor voice that sounded like an operatic aria.
The other person's low, almost lifeless voice and slightly sorrowful, weathered speech reminded you of Hesk.
The sense of déjà vu intensified when the other person downed a bottle of cheap beer that looked like it had been open for a long time next to the tattered mat, and then casually tossed the bottle aside.
The hoarse-voiced, degenerate sinner in front of you reminds you of a once-glorious but now ruined family and reeking of alcohol middle-aged man.
...However, Hesk is the high-end version, while this guy in front of me is the low-end version.
"Thank you for your high regard, sir."
Feeling you should say something in response, you politely toss a sentence at the other person.
Your tone is always flat; you are neither aloof nor pitying.
The Eastern Sinner, with no expression on her face, stood there like a robot, with only her tail indicating that she was in a pretty good mood.
■■■ Her beautiful tail, like that of a serpent, slowly curled in the air, and her glossy black scales reflected an extremely beautiful light even in the darkness.
As she moved her tail, the soft mane attached to the back of her tail swayed gently from time to time.
The elegantly dressed and powerful female demon surveyed the dilapidated restaurant before her, seemingly deep in thought.
You plan to observe first, and then consider the connection between the seemingly intriguing cleaner and the restaurant.
Just like its dilapidated storefront; the restaurant, whose interior looks far worse than its exterior, appears to have suffered an inhuman ordeal.
Everywhere you look, even the paint on the walls is sparse and scattered.
The interior of the restaurant, which has no lighting and is only illuminated by light from outside, is predominantly reddish-brown.
The tables and chairs inside the shop were overturned, and broken planks and bricks lay forlornly on the ground.
The dimly lit and cluttered shop exuded an unusual chill. You could see exposed cement beneath the cracked tiles, while a few red, moss-like plants looked quite vibrant.
In addition, you can smell the scent of damp earth.
'It seems the ecology here is quite good.'
With that in mind, you, with your optimistic attitude, lazily glanced at the wall of the shop again.
The patterned, deep red wallpaper resembled a pitted, bloody scab, and the restaurant's walls and load-bearing columns looked as if they had been tortured.
It's a real shame this shop can't speak, otherwise it would have confessed everything.
You shook your head, then stepped over the wooden plank in front of you without changing your expression, and took two steps deeper into the restaurant.
You hear the creaking sound of your boots stepping on shards of glass.
Surprisingly, although it looks terrible on the surface, this store is actually larger and has a better layout than the neighboring SFDD in terms of usable area.
—This is an unexpected surprise.
As you mentally calculate and weigh the pros and cons, you become more and more satisfied with this store.
Add to that its perfect location, and you feel even more strongly that this shop is destined for you...
Perhaps because you've been silent for too long, the creepy sinner, who always felt uncomfortable being in a room with a powerful person whose thoughts he couldn't quite figure out, finally couldn't help but speak up to you.
"Uh, sorry, but could you please leave? Why can't I even rest in my own hopeless, dilapidated home these days? It truly is hell..."
As the conversation drew to a close, the "cleaner," his voice growing softer and softer, muttered grumbling unhappily in the nearby mat hill.
Although that's what he said, he couldn't really stop the strangely dressed witch from camping in the shop.
Who dares to take responsibility for a criminal who blows up a store with just a wave of his hand?
Or is this strangely dressed and behaving female demon actually a newly appointed sinner lord? Is she currently vying for territory with other sinner lords?
...Damn, how could I be so unlucky?
The cleaner, feeling increasingly uneasy, grimaced and lamented that he had never been lucky in his life.
"You're the owner of this shop, right? White Winington's brother?"
Just as the male demon lying on the mat was complaining in his heart, a handsome face, but without any emotional fluctuation, suddenly appeared directly above him.
The uncanny valley effect was so strong that the janitor was almost scared to death.
Completely unaware that your behavior is not much different from that of a certain radio demon, you stand there silently watching the other person scramble to their feet and then huddle in a corner, frantically inhaling and exhaling.
If the radio demon were present, he would probably give you an A+ for something that's not quite a prank but is even worse than one.
It's truly poignant that, in the end, he unwittingly became the very thing he least wanted to be.
How did you know all this?!
The janitor, probably still in shock, looked at the sinner from the East with a look of disbelief and uncertainty.
He might still have a fighting chance against ordinary criminals, but facing this unfathomable monster, the janitor, who suddenly became afraid of death, still felt a surge of survival instinct despite his slovenly appearance.
After all, losing to an ordinary criminal is nothing more than death.
But when facing [the person], his biological instincts gave him a sense of dread, a fear that "being under [the person]'s control might be worse than death."
"...Have you never looked in a mirror before?"
Knowing that the other person would probably ask this type of question, you still couldn't hold back and stiffly took off the hat that the other person had firmly put on their head.
In your eyes, the cleaner in front of you looks exactly like the boss of SFDD!
Both are canine sinners, both have silver-white fur!
Forgive my bluntness, but you seem to have some kind of face blindness when it comes to the bizarre human-shaped sinners in hell...
While you probably can't remember what the criminals look like because you don't want to, it doesn't matter if it's a dog like the janitor who looks almost exactly like the boss across the street... uh, or a wolfhound, or a wolf.
In any case, it's really hard to admit your mistake when faced with such inhuman and almost identical sinners.
The janitor in front of you, except for having dirtier fur, no scars on his face, and looking more like a wolf—you genuinely believe he's not much different from that pathetic guy next door who's scared and tucks his tail between his legs in front of you.
Of course, you've now unlocked the "rolling and crawling" move as well.
"But none of that matters. Before we get to other questions, I'd like to ask something that I care about more."
You ignored the "cleaner" who seemed to have a brain overload, and just stared at the other person's furry face, speaking in a relaxed and casual tone.
"Although this is quite sudden."
"But if I give you a chance..."
"Do you want to work for me?"