Because everyone praised the new drink, they all urged Mingyue to open a milk tea shop as soon as possible.
But if we want to open a store, there is another problem: insufficient staff.
Lily took the initiative to raise her hand and said that she could help out in the milk tea shop during her free time in the band.
Carls and Fister also expressed their willingness to help.
But this still doesn't have enough manpower, because Mingyue also wants to open a haunted house.
Upon hearing this, the Book of Answers suddenly said, "You can summon some little demons with summoning magic! Just let them do the work."
Summoning is a way for high-level demons in hell to summon their subordinates. Low-level demons often need the protection of high-level demons, so when high-level demons use summoning, low-level demons that have not been contracted can respond to the summons and become a member of the summoner.
Mingyue had seen relevant magic records in Solomon's library, but the prerequisite for casting summoning spells was that the user must have demon blood, which Mingyue did not meet, so she did not think about the magic of summoning demons anymore.
So when the Book of Answers mentioned summoning, Mingyue was very curious: "Doesn't it say that the magic of summoning imps can only be performed by demons?"
The Book of Answers excitedly opened and closed its pages. "Hehe, this book knows a special summoning technique that you can use even if you're not a demon. If you make a contract with this book, I'll tell you!"
"How about it? A contract?"
Looking at the pages of the Book of Answers trembling with excitement, and the entire book written on it as if to quickly contract me, Mingyue shook her head and said, "Forget it."
The Book of Answers was full of confidence, but was suddenly rejected by Mingyue. The whole book was stunned and then shouted: "Why, why! Don't you really need help?"
Mingyue shrugged. "If I make a contract with you, then even if I summon the little devil, I'll still be in charge of the construction. It would be better to hand over the entire project to another devil. This should be very attractive to them."
The Book of Answers refused to give up and pestered Mingyue: "Don't you believe me? I really have a way to make you summon low-level demons!"
"Hey, I'm really good! You'll regret it if you don't seize the opportunity."
"I can make you stronger."
“Are you listening?”
Mingyue was being chased and nagged by the Book of Answers, and didn't notice that Asher wanted to say something but was interrupted by a series of words from the Book of Answers.
. . .
The next day, Moore brought Blaise to the hotel. They didn't return to the hotel until early morning. In the morning, Moore quickly grabbed Blaise and brought him to the hotel.
"Boss! This is my friend Blaise."
"Blaise, this is my boss, Mingyue. She also owns this hotel."
Mingyue nodded to the Flame Demon in front of her: "Hello."
Blaise nodded in response.
Moore winked at Mingyue frantically, wanting Mingyue to continue saying something.
Mingyue blinked, thought for a moment, and said to Blaise, "Let me first tell you about my situation. I need some help. Moore recommended you. Of course, the choice is a two-way street. You can hang out here during the day and we can talk later."
She turned to Moore and said, "Your friend just arrived on his first day, so don't worry, just show him around. By the way, I researched some new milk teas yesterday and saved a few for you two. Take them back and try them later."
"By the way, there's also the record issue. You sang well last time, so I've prepared a recording machine. You can start recording now."
It was a coincidence that Mingyue had originally planned to make a magic device that could record audio, but who knew that An'an contacted her last night and said that she liked the songs of the Red and Black band very much, and urged Mingyue to let the band record an album as soon as possible. For this purpose, she sent an Interstellar World recorder to the hotel as a sponsorship.
The recorder was given to Lily and the others yesterday. Since Moore had just returned and might not know about it, Mingyue told him again.
When talking about his hobby, Moore immediately became excited and shouted, "That's great!"
Blaise looked at his friend's excitement, feeling happy for him but also a little envious.
To be honest, Blaze didn't know what was wrong with him. Balrogs were born from lava, and the flames on their bodies were always burning. But at one moment, Blaze suddenly found that there was a flame in his heart that could never be extinguished, burning his soul and making him feel tired and powerless.
The job in the Fire Demon Tribe is to refine the unique volcanic ores, but in Blaze's view, this job is to repeat destruction and ruin.
Gradually, the flames that should have been warm began to produce infinite coolness.
He is disappearing, but what is disappearing? What is the point? What does it matter if he disappears?
Ultimately, it all comes down to one big answer: everything will dissipate.
Nothing is meaningful.
Blaise followed More to the inn. His arrival did not attract much attention because he always kept his head down and was taciturn.
His eyes lacked the passion and vitality that a fire demon should have, and were filled with indifference and alienation towards life.
Mingyue certainly noticed Blaise's world-weariness. She knew that for someone with Blaise's personality, it would not be good to force him too much, so she decided to follow Blaise's pace and take it slowly.
"Then Blaise! Come with me to the band first. I tell you, after the boss's guidance, our band is now cooperating very well. Boss, we will come over to help during dinner." When Moore heard about the tape recorder, he couldn't sit still. After getting Mingyue's consent, he pulled Blaise away.
As they walked, Moore introduced Blaise, "Our band's place isn't far from the hotel. The owner lent us the house to practice music, and we'll be performing when tourists arrive. The songs we sang during our last performance were amazing, and the owner even recorded a video. I'll show it to you later."
Blaise walked beside Moore and listened silently. To be honest, he was happy that Moore had found what he wanted to do, unlike himself who was hesitant.
"That's not the case," Moore said, as if he saw through Blaise's thoughts. He patted Blaise on the shoulder and said, "You just haven't found what you want to do yet. Everyone is actually groping in the dark. Like me when I was playing music, I was always immersed in myself and didn't want to change. It wasn't until I met the boss that we finally understood what music is."
Moore was not very good at speaking and he didn't know how to describe Blaise, so he could only use the music he was most familiar with as an analogy.
"If everyone sang in high notes, it would be tiring, and the song wouldn't sound good; it would just be a cacophony of noise. Music should have melody, with highs and lows, constantly changing. I think our lives are like that too, full of ups and downs and all kinds of emotions. That's what's normal."
"Come on, brothers, listen to our song."
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