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450 Midnight Dad
After a few more nonsense, Dad Midnight began to introduce the product to the fashion girl: "This witch body armor is characterized by defense and deterrence, and it has a special soul pressure on police officers, gangsters and demons.

Wearing it, you don't have to be afraid even if you walk at night in the back alleys of Gotham.

GCPDs who want to take advantage of you, bastards looking for prey, vampires and low-level demons who hide in the dark and hunt, will all see you at the first sight, and they will be afraid and run away.

Even if you hang it in the main room, it can ward off evil spirits and keep the house. "

"Aren't the functions a bit lacking?" The fashion girl was not very satisfied, "A majestic artifact with the attributes of a witch, not to mention that wearing it can kill like a witch, at least it should have the protective effect of a god-level armor?"

"Hey, Miss Miranda, when you first asked for special defensive effects, you only said to avoid the harassment of those skinned demons." Father Midnight said dissatisfied.

Fashion Girl said: "Defense represents a characteristic of Harley the Witch. Shouldn't we have higher requirements for it?"

Dad Midnight said: "5000 million US dollars is its price, how much do you want for this amount of money?"

"Holy crap! Isn't 5000 million expensive?" The fashion girl cried.

Midnight said in a deep voice: "It is an artifact made by a master craftsman, not to mention its efficacy, but the manual cost of the master craftsman is only 5000 million, is it a lot?

If you can ask the master craftsman to help me make a shot, I am willing to pay you [-] million US dollars, no limit. "

"5000 million is indeed not expensive. A famous painting of a mortal is worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars. Why is the god of craftsman no worse than a mortal?" said the devil bastard.

There is no customer who speaks for the owner of the store. Could this guy be a trustee?
Harry glanced at it, and said, "This 'witch's body armor' should be a failed conceptual artifact."

"The concept god can still fail?" The fashion girl was stunned.

Harley said: "The gods of the major beliefs in the Heaven Realm pursue the maximization of benefits, and focus on supporting promising concepts.

The "traffic stars" that have become popular are quickly realized, and they are discarded when they are used up. The speed of change is extremely fast.

'The Witch's Body Armor' was very popular back then, but now the witch has abandoned the mortal body armor and replaced it with the heavenly artifact armor.

It is also rarely active as a drag hero in public.

The popularity has dropped, the topic has decreased, and the 'Witch's Body Armor' is old and immature, and has been eliminated by the 'mortal audience', so it will appear on the merchandise counter. "

After thinking for a while, she sighed again: "If the witch can be included in the god system, and she can cooperate with maintaining the character design of 'Bullet Armor Harley' for more than ten years, maybe this dress can be cultivated to maturity."

The fashion girl was originally cash-strapped, but now she heard that the body armor was a 'defective product', so she turned her attention to the previous guitar pick, "Can it be cheaper?"

"That's 85."

"This thing is in the musical instrument store, and a dollar can buy a box."

"It is the work of a master of magic! And it is also the favorite of the little devil Constantine.

Do you know how hard it is to win something from a little devil at a gambling table?

That bastard never lost, and you can't buy any of his magic items except this guitar shrapnel. "Midnight gritted his teeth with resentment.

Harry became interested, "Since he never lost, how did you win the guitar shrapnel?"

Midnight was silent for a moment before saying: "In that game, there were demons, dryads, gods, and alien mages on the gambling table, and the most valuable bet was a pint of dryad essence.

Drinking it will awaken the druid blood and master the skill of walking on trees. "

"Oh, tree walking, that's a very advanced skill." Harry was startled, "Is that dryad crazy? It can let people learn the essence of tree walking, and I'm afraid it will kill half of its life."

"Going to the gambling table is almost like stepping into Arkham Asylum with one foot, you must be crazy if you are not crazy.

Not to mention half-life, it is not uncommon to lose the soul directly. "Papa Midnight sighed, "He first deliberately lost the guitar shrapnel to me to show his sincerity.

Well, he said shrapnel means a lot to him.

Seeing him carry it around and play with it all the time, so that ordinary metal pieces are endowed with magical powers, I believe it.

When I cooperated with him to clear the other gamblers and planned to have a peak duel between the two, he excused himself to go to the toilet and ran away with the Dryad Essence. "

"Since I won it, can I get a discount, 85. I can't afford that much cash right away." The fashionable woman asked.

Midnight said: "If it's not convenient for you, I also provide loan services here, not usury, and the interest is similar to the national bank's small household loan."

"Then I'll take out a loan." The fashionable woman skillfully took out her mobile phone, "Which app?"

"Uh, I haven't developed an app yet." Midnight took out a formatted contract from the drawer, "With the soul as collateral, the term can be three months, half a year, three years, etc. If you don't return it after the deadline, I will take it away from you." Soul, no matter where you hide, it's useless."

"Soul." The fashion goddess hesitated.

"Morganin!" Midnight shouted at the door, followed by a handsome man in a suit with a halo on his head and a pair of angel wings behind his back.

The bases of the wings are covered with colorful scales, and it is unknown what kind of creature they came from.

"This is Mo Ganlin, the next angel of the City of Silver. He is in charge of signing the contract. You don't have to worry about problems at all."

The fashion girl doubted: "He is not a pure blood angel, can he enter the Silver City?"

Mo Ganlin's eyes were slightly cold, "Anyway, the interest rate is the same, if you don't trust us, you can go to the National Bank."

Father Midnight glared at him, smiled and explained to the fashion girl: "Morganlin is an important minister under the angel king Gabriel, and also has the status of the lower angel of the Silver City, although he has never been to the Silver City.

Like Harley the Witch.

She also has never entered the City of Silver, but no one can deny her identity as the Duke of Heaven. "

"Can the loan contract be filed with Gabriel?" Harry asked.

Father Midnight shook his head and smiled wryly, "Only people like us are engaged in financial business.

How proud and noble is the angel king Gabriel?
Mo Ganlin is like a servant of the 'Angel King's Mansion', using the name of the Angel King to criticize life, but the Angel King will not care if he knows about it.

But if something happened, he would also have to be responsible for it.

With Gabriel's strictness, the guests don't have to worry about Mo Ganlin's petty tricks.

There are so many ways to make money, it's not worth putting your life on it. "

After the fashion girl left with the angel banker, and the other customers didn't open their mouths to buy products, Halle said, "I'm buying news."

Father Midnight nodded calmly, gave instructions to the younger brother, and led her into the empty living room on the third floor.

"The guest should be here for the first time, so I don't know how to address it?"

"When I ask myself a question, you can immediately guess who I am."

"What does the guest want to know?"

"How much do you know about hell?" Harry asked.

Midnight smiled proudly, "If guests want to inquire about different dimensions, I will recommend you to Forget Bar.

If you ask about Hell or Heaven at the Oblivion Bar, especially about Earth, they'll suggest you come to me. "

"So confident?"

"Try it, and then you'll know."

Harry said: "The currency system of hell souls collapsed, what will happen to the flatulence?"

Midnight's eyes flickered slightly, this voice, this momentum, this temperament, this body shape, he had a vague guess in his heart about this question.

"I can't tell ordinary people this news. For ordinary people, it is meaningless and worthless."

"If it's not an ordinary person, how much is it worth?" Harry laughed.

Midnight stretched out two fingers, "Two hundred million."

"Let's hear it and see if it's worth the price."

Harry's tone was relaxed, but he didn't show any proof of ability to pay.

Midnight stared at her for a while, and said: "I was sentenced to death by Satan Lucifer for flatulence - go and fight the witch Harley desperately.

Originally, the punishment should be executed immediately, but the flatulent father is Mammon, the king of wealth.

Their family is rich!
Mammon bought Belial and Beelzebub with 200 million high-quality souls, and asked them to suspend their sentence for half a month without asking for a commutation of sentence.

The currency system of hell souls collapsed, and the three rulers of hell, including Lucifer, suffered heavy losses. Therefore, Belial and Beelzebub agreed to Mammon's request.

Only two days have passed since the half-month period, and Mamen has already scattered 500 million soul coins, secretly recruiting more than [-] demon gods in hell and different dimensions.

His idea is also very simple. On the day and that moment when he is executed with flatulence, all the demons will follow him to Quinn Manor.

Kill the witch with a crushing force, not only can you survive the flatulence, but you can also get a reward from hell for the witch, get a lot of the origin of the devil, and the supreme glory of ending the witch.

It can't be said that it can offset the previous investment of Mammon soul coins and make a lot of money. "

"As expected of the king of wealth, good plan, good courage."

Harry nodded lightly. The message was detailed and logical, probably true.

"Is this news worth [-] million dollars?" Midnight laughed.

Harry took out his phone and pressed a few times.

"Ding Dong." The next moment, a message sounded from the phone in Midnight's coat pocket.

I took it out and saw that it was the public account of the Midnight Bar, with [-] million in the account!
"Cheer up!" He gave Harry a thumbs up.

"Can you get the list and abilities of the mammon mercenaries?" Harry asked.

"Mamen is still recruiting everywhere, and the current list is definitely not complete."

"Talk as much as you want," Harry said.

"Well, this message also counts in the above service."

Papa Midnight gives an overview of the 24 'Mammon Thugs'.

The information on demons and black magicians of the earth is very detailed, while the demon gods from other worlds are not even sure about their abilities.

Harley frowned slightly, none of the 24 thugs was proficient in divination.

Those people are even less likely to be supreme beings.

Is it true that the people who eat melons killed Shangdu?
Not necessarily, maybe Midnight missed some more cryptic news.

"You should have guessed who I am?"

"I didn't guess, I don't know anything." Midnight said with a serious expression.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he said, "How much will it cost to buy out the news that I came to you?"

"Don't worry, I don't need a penny. I will never disclose the matter of our meeting today. This is the basic ethics of our information dealers."

In the middle of the night, a few drops of hot sweat climbed up on his forehead, and he also used honorific words.

——The witch is testing him. If he dares to take money, it will imply that he has the idea of ​​betraying her, and then she can kill people logically.

As expected of a witch, she is so cunning and vicious!
"You really don't want money?" Harry suddenly put on a serious face.

Midnight quickly stated: "No need, I swear to keep my mouth shut—"

Harry stood up, with a murderous look in his eyes, "If you don't charge money, it means you have no obligation to keep it secret for me. It seems that you plan to—"

"I'll take it, 5000 million!" Midnight said eagerly, trembling a few times.

At this point, he was already sweating profusely.

"You are so capricious, how can I trust you?" Harry said coldly.

In the middle of the night, he was stunned, at a loss in his heart, should he accept the money or not?
(End of this chapter)