Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1051: Section 1052 Hunting Museum

The eviction process was utterly farcical.

It all began with Canaan politely asking the young fire demon to leave. However, the fire demon wouldn’t listen and instead mischievously played a game of “you can’t catch me” around the yard.

Just when the young fire demon turned its head and stuck out its tongue to mock Canaan again, Fafnir took action.

She descended with formidable presence, and under the terrified gaze of the young fire demon, Fafnir grabbed its long, black tail and flung it as if throwing a javelin.

Swinging in a circle, exerting force, and then a throw.

A fiery red ball was launched in a parabolic trajectory and landed outside the shop. As the young fire demon tumbled and bounced around disoriented, a bag containing three hundred Demon Gold Coins also conveniently fell beside it.

Angel thought that with Fafnir’s intimidation, the young fire demon would not dare to return.

However, he had underestimated the demon’s persistence.

After sending off this batch of visitors, Angel’s private stash finally exceeded ten thousand Demon Gold Coins, with assets close to sixteen thousand.

Canaan had already started preparing to receive the next batch of customers, but at this time, Angel told it to call it a day.

And as compensation, he paid Canaan ten Demon Gold Coins.

Though Canaan found it strange—it had only attended to three groups of customers and the day was still young—why close the shop already? But in the end, it was just a little clerk and did not interfere with the shop owner’s decision.

Moreover, Canaan really wanted to get revenge on the Serpent Tail Demon that had humiliated it the day before, so after accepting the generous compensation, it prepared to bid farewell to Angel.

However, just as Canaan was about to leave, opening the door to the shop, it saw a fireball squatting under the door frame.

This fireball was the very young fire demon that Fafnir had thrown out earlier.

At that moment, the young fire demon’s previously round eyes had turned into upside-down triangles, filled with rage in its fiery pupils.

Canaan looked back at the shop owner, uncertain of how to handle the situation, when Angel came over and said with a squint, “Off you go, I’ll handle this.”

Canaan unconsciously took a few steps forward, curious to see how Angel would deal with the young fire demon, but then heard a “bang—” as the door was abruptly closed.

Canaan and the young fire demon were both locked outside.

Canaan: “…” Is this what you call handling it?

Disheveled in the wind, Canaan watched as the young fire demon, thrown out and treated like a slammed door, pulled out a fire sword from its mouth, ready to slash at the wooden door.

Canaan hesitated about whether to stop it, but before it could decide, Fafnir appeared in front of the young fire demon. Just like before, the young fire demon was swung out, with terror in its eyes.

By the looks of the arc, this time it was flung even farther than the last.

After confirming there was no need for its help at the Misty Cabin, Canaan left the area. It hadn’t been long after Canaan reached the main road that it saw the young fire demon, dimmer sparks than before, angrily making its way toward the Misty Cabin.

Canaan thought it saw moisture filling the eyes of the young fire demon, but was it an illusion? How could a fire system demon possibly cry?

Canaan shook its head and decided not to pay attention to the young fire demon anymore. With the formidable Fafnir holding down the fort, there was no need for concern.

Meanwhile, Angel was elated after counting the day’s income. Just yesterday he was considering whether to change his money-making strategy, but today he’d exceeded his goals and saved a lot of time—he couldn’t be happier.

Managing to achieve his target with such ease was thanks not only to the exceptional effects of the Marine Rhythm but also owed a lot to Pulapa’s enthusiastic promotion. Angel thought that later, when he went to the Hunting Museum, he could give Pulapa some reward.

That’s right, his plan now was to head to the Hunting Museum.

First to hand over the Undying Flame Bone’s money to the Night Manager, and secondly, as an indigenous person, it was nearly impossible for him to purchase supplies in Lassudral on his own; he needed the Night Manager to buy them on his behalf.

So no matter what, a visit to the Hunting Museum was necessary.