Chapter 8 Withdrawal reaction!

Magic City Bank.

A loud scream suddenly came from the window that handles deposit and withdrawal services.

"How many?!"

The uniformed pig-man security guard took a look in the direction of the counter, and seeing that it was just an ugly human, he snorted and turned his face away.

Looking at Luo Yan, whose mouth was so wide open that it seemed as if an egg could be stuffed in, Miss Goblin, who was sitting behind the bank counter, glanced at him shyly.

"Two million Kayla...Sir, are you sure you want to take out all the money?"

Looking closely, this guest is quite handsome.

Although humans' status in hell is not as high as that of high-level demons, as the saying goes, scarcity makes things valuable.

And I heard that except for the nose and ears, everything else of humans is longer than that of goblins.

If he was willing to treat her to a meal, she could condescend a little...

"No need, just... take out ten thousand first." Luo Yan calmed down and quickly calmed down from his shocked state.

He originally thought that there would be at most a few thousand dollars on the card, after all, his living expenses were only about one or two thousand dollars, but he never expected that the balance in it was actually seven digits! Could it be that Pastor Jeffrey copied the bank card number and password incorrectly? He sent the card with the private money to himself...

Although he knew that the possibility of such a thing happening was almost zero, Luo Yan still couldn't help but worry.

Let's take a detour and visit Reverend Jeffrey on Nightmare on Elm Street in the West End.

If it was a mistake, he had to return the money to the gentleman.

Ten thousand-dollar bills were counted again and again by the goblin behind the counter, and finally neatly stacked on the copper tray.

This banknote made of refractory material is the largest denomination banknote in hell. It is said that it will not catch fire even if it rolls in the magma.

It's sad to say that Luo Yan has lived in hell for eighteen years, and this is the first time he has seen such a large denomination of money. His palms felt hot when he held it in his hands.

"Sir, please check the amount."

The goblin sitting behind the counter reminded him in a shrill voice, and his eagle-like index finger circled a few times around the tip of his ear, which was longer than his face.

Luo Yan unexpectedly discovered that these goblins actually had very rich expressions. Before this, he always thought that they only knew how to eat.

After all, he had only seen them in the cafeteria at the West Tower.

"OK, thanks."

Without saying anything more, he stuffed the money into his wallet, then strode out of the bank under the surprised gazes from behind the counter.

The green skin gradually turned into a liver color that could not be covered up even by foundation, and the affectionate eyes were also engraved with a ferocious curse.

Ugly human thing, so rude! Poor thing, why are you showing off! Disgusting! Shrimp head! ￥%￥#@!

…

On Ghost Street in the west district of Magic City, all kinds of demons are walking on the street.

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 they don't look like mammals at all, but are giant insects that can swim butterfly strokes in magma, or carnivorous plants that look harmless but are actually extremely dangerous.

Different from high-level demons with distinctive features.

As the lower-level demons that make up the vast majority of Hell, they have complex bloodlines and do not have a definite race, but are generally referred to as "devils."

This title is mainly used to distinguish it from high-level demons.

In today's world, the concept of devil has long been generalized. Only an old antique like Principal Ivan who has lived for a thousand years likes to quibble about identity.

The new generation of demons no longer cares.

The temple where Priest Jeffrey serves is located on such a street. When Luo Yan stepped in here, he clearly felt that the surrounding gazes were much more dazzling.

In hell, humans other than clergy are too conspicuous... so conspicuous that everyone can't help but want to have a taste of them.

This is also one of the reasons why Luo Yan rarely "goes home" since he was admitted to the Demon King Academy.

Reverend Jeffrey had just finished his evening prayers.

When he saw Luo Yan appearing at the door of the temple, a kind smile broke out on his wrinkled face, as if he had seen his own grandson.

"I just received your letter, how come you're here?"

"I missed you."

Luo Yan chuckled and raised the basket in his hand, which contained some fire pig fruits and bread, which were specialties of hell.

He bought these souvenirs from roadside vendors before entering the street.

"Don't be so polite. The temple in the Magic City has never lacked food. If you have that spare money, why not donate it to the children in remote areas?"

Although he said this, Pastor Jeffrey still took the thing in Luo Yan's hand with a smile, and then spoke in a casual tone.

"You are here about the bank card, right?"

"I still can't hide it from you..." Seeing that the old man had seen through him, Luo Yan no longer concealed it and admitted it with a laugh.

Reverend Jeffrey made a joke with an expression that showed he had known this would happen.

“Were you shocked by the amount?”

"Yes... I was wondering when you became so rich."

Jeffrey glanced at the outspoken Luo Yan, handed the basket in his hand to the nun who came forward, and asked her to take it to the kitchen.

These foods are a lot.

Enough for dinner for the orphans in the temple nursery.

After doing this, he looked at Luo Yan and said seriously.

"I should have told you in the letter that this money was left to you by your father."

Luo Yan was silent for a while, then nodded and said.

"I know. But...how should I put it? Shocked by the amount? Even if I want to thank him, I have to know his name."

He wasn't sure what this feeling was.

The man who refused to reveal his name had never appeared in his life for the past eighteen years, and now he suddenly threw a large sum of money in front of him...

Reverend Jeffrey was silent for a moment and looked toward 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.

"Well, let's just leave it at that."

Reverend Jeffrey raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I thought you were going to ask his name?"

"What's the point of asking the same question over and over again? You refused to tell me for so many years. Besides, I'm not the kind of person who would flatter someone if he didn't like me. If he thinks this is better, then so be it." Luo Yan gave a helpless yet carefree smile, "Anyway, to me, you're my father."

A faint smile appeared on Father Jeffrey's face, but he soon coughed with a stern face.

"I'm glad you said that, but considering your age...it's more appropriate for you to call me grandpa."

"Okay, as long as you are happy." Luo Yan said with a laugh.

Jeffrey nodded and placed his broad hands on Luo Yan's shoulders. A hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, as if he was thinking of someone.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"Your eyes are like your mother's, just like obsidian... When she was your age, she made me worry a lot. I was always worried that she would get into trouble and couldn't sleep. And she didn't disappoint me. She got into a big trouble on that day eighteen years ago."

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"Big one?" Luo Yan blurted out, and quickly realized that he had said too much.

"Yes, it's you." Jeffrey looked at Luo Yan meaningfully and continued in a calm voice, "It is precisely because of your trouble-making mother and your indecisive father that I was always worried that I wouldn't be able to raise you well... but in the end, your performance was beyond my expectations."

"Sometimes I don't even think you're a child. You're more mature than your mother, more opinionated than your father, and all this happened when you were still very young. Every time I think of this, I feel proud of you, but also ashamed—"

"Please don't say that." Luo Yan coughed lightly and interrupted the old man. "I'm already very grateful that you raised me up."

Jeffrey smiled and spoke in a kind tone.

"Really? Thank you for your comfort. Actually, what I want to say is that although I am not a very competent godfather, I have always regarded you as my own child... Please forgive me that this is all I can do to help you. You have to walk the road ahead on your own."

Facing the encouraging look, Luo Yan responded with a reassuring smile.

"Please don't say that. You've already helped me a lot! As for the rest of the journey, I can handle it on my own! Besides, I've already decided where I want to go next."

"Then go ahead and do what you want to do."

Pastor Jeffrey patted Luo Yan's shoulder gently, like a real father, with pride and approval in his eyes.

"If you feel tired one day, come back and sit here."

“I’ve always been here.”

…

The light shining from the dome gradually blended into the edge of the night.

The Magic City at night is like a yawning dragon falling asleep, with only street lamps and sporadic flames of magma dotting the streets and alleys.

At the invitation of Pastor Jeffrey, Luo Yan enjoyed dinner with everyone in the Temple Nursery after a long time, and spent a night in the dormitory where he had lived for sixteen years after a long time.

It was a dormitory converted from an old chapel. There were more than thirty beds in the spacious bunk beds, where all the orphans raised by the temple lived.

The races of these orphans are also varied, including one-eyed monsters, touch demons, centaurs, cat people and even slimes.

When it was almost time to go to bed, a group of wingless "little demons" surrounded him, blinking their curious eyes and chirping as if they had endless things to say.

Speaking of which——

He always had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if something similar had happened not long ago.

"Brother Luo Yan, I heard that you are going to be a demon king?!"

"Great! I want to be a demon king too!"

"I'll be your minion!"

"I'll be your bride!"

"Wrong! How can the devil have a bride?!"

"Then I'll play the villager!"

"Aiya—I've been caught."

"Ah! He must be locked up! Trained!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Be careful not to attract Reverend Jeffrey."

Seeing that these little kids were getting more and more excited, Luo Yan quickly took action and blasted them off their beds.

I always feel that there is something wrong with the education of these guys.

No, wait—

This is hell.

According to the standards of hell, there seems to be nothing wrong with teaching this way?

Looking at the little devils who finally fell into a sound sleep, Luo Yan also lay down on the bed.

He had originally 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 immediately.

At the same time, in another world that is not illuminated by the amethyst dome, the closed beta players who have nowhere to vent their energy have been greeting the dog operators over and over again on the forum.

Pig-headed Knight: "...%￥@#&! What do you mean by covering my face?! (Angry)"

Can't afford to play: "The dog planned to get beaten! (Angry)"

Minotaur Warrior: "Succubus!!! Succubus!!! NPC replacement!!!"

Candied Haws: "Damn it, I could see it but couldn't touch it before, now I can't even see it!!!"

Kebab: "It's so itchy! I feel like there are ten thousand ants crawling on my body!"

Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: "Are you all right... (sweat)"

In the small room of the bedroom, Zhao Jinyan was sitting in front of the computer with a confused look on his face, so confused that he didn't even notice that the half-broken popsicle in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Good job.

Withdrawal symptoms?! "This game..."

Is that really okay?

(End of this chapter)