Warlock Apprentice

With this thought, Pulapa decided to give it a try.

“Actually, I earn money to seek revenge for my parents, but I’m too weak, and the training methods for a Half-Blood Demon aren’t great, so I thought to work hard and save money to buy…” Pulapa made his experience sound as pitiable as possible.

However, he noticed that the young man across from him seemed unmoved, still smiling.

Isn’t my story pitiful enough?

“So you’re earning money to improve your strength in the hopes of avenging your parents?” the youth said thoughtfully: “That’s perfect, you’re of the Water System. Experiencing the ocean’s rhythm would be beneficial to your strength.”

Whilst speaking, the young shopkeeper collected the eight Demon Gold Coins from the table, purposely leaving the two “keepsakes” there.

“How about it? When do you want to start your experiential journey?”

There was a moment of stiffness in Pulapa’s expression, it seemed the shopkeeper’s compassion had run out… which made sense. Even Indigenous People, after having lived in the Abyss for a while, would understand how cunning Demons could be. They always took advantage of any gap they found, just as he had done before. Since arriving in Lassudral, he had slowly been changing, becoming less like himself.

Pulapa sighed, knowing he had no choice but to soldier on.

Eight Gold Coins were not too many, just a few months’ earnings. From another perspective, spending just eight Demon Gold Coins to save his skin in front of an Intermediate Rank Demon was already quite a bargain.

He’d play the sucker this time and see how luxurious this “experiential journey” that dared to cost one hundred Demon Gold Coins even after a discount truly was.

As for the shopkeeper’s promise to enhance his strength, Pulapa took it as a joke.