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Chapter 464 462. Toll Fee (4k Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

In the junkyard, two figures, one tall and one short, were heading towards the city.

"So you make money by picking up this stuff?" Mann asked the boy in front of him curiously.

The boy showed Mann the cans he had collected:

"Yes, many demons in the city now like to collect lower demons as pets. Although these pets are essentially a kind of slave, they will grow up and mature after all.

"But many demons enjoy interacting with pets whose intelligence has not yet fully developed, not only because it makes them feel superior in their intelligence, but also because pets don't think about betraying you like slaves do.

"Many demons deliberately use rituals to limit the growth of these lower demons, keeping them in their current basic form forever, preventing them from gaining mature intelligence. Moreover, most mature lower demons don't have any affection for their owners after being pets for a while, they only resent the demons who enslaved them."

Mann continued to ask:

"So they buy pets purely to enjoy the feeling of enslaving other lives?

"I thought they would do something more practical."

The little devil nodded:

"Of course, they can regard lower demons as intelligent beings equal to themselves, but without the problems that other intelligent beings should have. Enslaving creatures is just one of the countless forms of entertainment in Hell."

"However, there are many different buyers for these pets. For example, devils or demons from the Path of Bliss might buy these pets to satisfy their special needs, and some brutal demons might want to torture or abuse these lower demons to relieve stress. Anyway, becoming someone else's pet won't end well.

"Even slaves can at least try to please their masters, but pets don't even know how their life and death are affected. So I'm very glad I didn't encounter the flesh-picker back then.

"But this is Hell, and the law of the jungle is the natural order here."

Mann nodded thoughtfully:

"It seems Hell is indeed a dangerous place. But according to you, is it true that you can do whatever you want here as long as you have enough power?"

As they talked more and more on the road, the little devil's fear of Mann lessened a little. Now he was no longer worried about saying the wrong thing and offending Mann, so he told the truth.

"That's right," the little devil replied. "But actually, there's no difference between here and the surface. In the end, the strongest make the rules. It's just that Hell's rules are more relaxed than yours, and we're not prevented from doing evil, purely to satisfy the whims of those Great Demons.

"So different regions of Hell have completely different rules. But we ordinary demons have to abide by the rules set by the Great Demon who rules the area. Fortunately, the Dragon Mother is one of the more controlling Great Demons."

This was definitely a good thing for these low-level demons. Some areas could almost be said to be in a state of pure madness and chaos, full of slaughter and destruction. No one knew if they could live to see tomorrow.

But the Dragon Mother's city had basic order. Weak demons like him and newly born high-level demons like Mann had a higher survival rate than in other places, especially newly born demons like Mann. If they were in a particularly chaotic place, they would either be killed directly or forced to sign a slave contract.

Of course, it wasn't that great here either. It's just that instead of directly resorting to violence, the demons here often preferred to use more subtle methods. In that sense, it was quite like a devil's city.

However, the proportion of devils in the Ancient Dragon Ruins was indeed higher than in other demon cities. Although the Dragon Mother was a demon, she didn't have any hostility or disgust towards devils, because she didn't think she was a demon or a devil.

She was a descendant of dragons.

Mann asked:

"Does the Dragon Mother have any rules I need to be aware of?"

The little devil immediately put on a flattering smile and said:

"Actually, there aren't many, but there are a few that you need to pay attention to. First of all, you must never approach the Dragon Mother's palace without permission. Only powerful Ⅳ demons have the right to freely enter and exit the surrounding districts.

"And because the Dragon Mother cares about the cleanliness of the city, direct bloodshed is not allowed on the main streets in the city. If you don't have a background, you basically won't escape death if you do that.

"But there are no such restrictions in the alleys and some special areas, as well as all indoor areas. However, when fighting indoors, you must also be careful not to affect the streets, otherwise you will also be punished."

Mann said:

"So the Dragon Mother is maintaining superficial order?"

The little devil said:

"I think she just doesn't like seeing the streets in a mess. There's no order in the eyes of demons. I heard that devils are a little more particular, but that's not the same kind of order as on the surface."

Mann continued to ask:

"Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

The little devil continued:

"There are basically no more rules restricting behavior, but there's one more thing in this city. If you're favored by the Dragon Mother, you might be granted dragon blood and become her direct demon.

"This is the dream of almost all lower demons. Getting her blood can at least promote you to a not-weak III rank, and many III rank demons who have been granted blood have also been promoted to IV rank.

"Moreover, a very small number of demons who have been granted blood can become the best of the IV rank, because the blood granted by the Dragon Mother doesn't contain the power of Hell. The favored will possess two powerful forces at the same time.

"If you want to be seen by the Dragon Mother, you can participate in the city's arena. She often watches the matches in person and picks out the warriors she thinks are good, but the Dragon Mother doesn't always choose the winners.

"We don't understand her standards, so it's all up to luck..."

Just as the little devil was introducing the local customs to Mann, the scenery in the distance began to change. There was less and less garbage and wriggling flesh, and several figures were standing in the distance.

Seeing this scene, the little devil suddenly stopped, looking a little at a loss, but he slowly mustered up his courage and looked at Mann and said:

"They are the scavengers, responsible for maintaining the safety of the junkyard. We meat-pickers have to pay them protection fees before leaving here. After all, those of us in this business aren't very good at fighting."

This was of course not true. There were no wild monsters in the junkyard. They were purely robbers. In fact, other new birthplaces also had similar groups, but they were all subordinates of powerful demons.

And they were wandering demons. Although they didn't have any background, it wasn't a problem for them to bully these little demons. After all, if they had the ability, they wouldn't be picking up things here.

At this moment, the little devil was a little nervous. Actually, he wasn't afraid of those hooligan demons, but worried that Mann would see that he was a weak demon who was often bullied, and afraid that he would abandon him.

"Sir, please wait here," the little devil said euphemistically. "I'll go ahead and communicate with them. You don't understand their style of doing things yet, and I'm afraid they will offend you."

Mann raised his hand and gently refused:

"No need, I'll have to get used to it sooner or later, won't I?"

Although the little devil was a little worried after hearing this, he didn't dare to refuse Mann. Although Mann had been very gentle so far, he didn't think this was Mann's true character.

Brutality was the nature of demons, and it had been deeply engraved in their souls when they fell into Hell.

With a worried heart, the little devil walked forward with Mann, then looked up at the strong, horned demon who was faintly surrounded by his companions, and carefully raised the bag:

"Lord Suwen'er, this is my harvest this time."

A graceful, goat-horned female demon walked out of Suwen's strong arms and said to the little devil in a teasing tone:

"When will you save enough money to quit this job if you keep doing this? Are you really not considering the proposal I told you last time? There are many demons who especially like to ravage little guys like you."

The little devil shuddered, because he knew very well that the ravaging in the female demon's mouth was literal. He didn't think he had the life to earn that kind of money, so he could only say in as humble a tone as possible:

"No, no need."

Suwen'er didn't immediately take away his things, but looked up at Mann, who was standing a few meters behind the little devil and looking leisurely, then looked down at the boy in front of him and asked politely:

"Little devil, aren't you going to introduce us to your new friend?"

Hearing this, the little devil immediately turned around and glanced at Mann. After seeing that Mann didn't react at all, he looked at Suwen'er again, not knowing what to say, and then said vaguely:

"I met him on the road."

Seeing that the little devil didn't answer clearly, Suwen'er glanced at him with a cold face, scaring the boy. But he immediately looked up at Mann, who was standing just a few meters away, and then asked seemingly politely:

"Do you also want to work here?"

His sentence could be understood as asking Mann if he wanted to be a meat-picker, but it could also be understood as asking if he wanted to get involved in the distribution of benefits here, and it was also a subtle warning.

But he didn't expect Mann's answer.

Mann said very honestly:

"No, I just came down to Hell. I happened to meet a kind little devil who said he would take me to the nearest city to take a look. I should consider work after entering the city."

After saying this, the demons besides him changed their expressions, because they immediately realized that the person in front of them was a very rare high-level demon, and he was still in his weakest stage.

The little devil also regretted not reminding Mann of the preciousness of high-level demons. He didn't say it directly at the time because he was afraid that Mann would look down on him because of it, but he didn't expect Mann to be so straightforward.

Suwen'er showed a meaningful smile:

"Hell is not like the world you lived in. Here, you can only get what you want by force."

Mann also smiled:

"Actually, I felt pretty much the same way when I was up there."

Suwen'er began to look Mann up and down unscrupulously, and began to deduce in his mind how many steps he would need to subdue the other party, and how to break his neck if Mann became dangerous.

But before he could say anything next, he heard the voice of his companion.

"It's divided," the goat-horned female demon stood up and returned the deflated bag in her hand to the boy.

The little devil looked down at the bag. Although most of the bottles had been taken away, the most valuable pet was still left in it, so the value of the remaining pets was still one-third of the original.

It was also the agreed number.

Hearing this sentence, Suwen'er seemed to be attracted by the attention, retracted his gaze from Mann, then walked to the little devil, and looked at the shriveled bag in his hand with some curiosity:

"Did you encounter any good stuff this time?"

As he said that, he picked up the bag, stretched his hand in and picked it, and then took out the most expensive bottle, and then asked in a nonchalant tone:

"This looks pretty good, I'll take it back as a gift for someone."

Seeing this scene, the little devil was about to cry. After this most expensive pet was picked out, the rest were not worth much money at all. Not only had he worked for nothing for these months, but he might also have to pay a lot.

But in the face of such humiliation, he could only endure his anger and say in a low voice:

"Take whatever you like as long as you like it."

After saying this, the little devil also began to comfort himself in his heart. If he could seize this sudden opportunity of Mann, then this little money would not be anything.

But even so, he still couldn't completely suppress the humiliation in his heart. The point was not how much money he lost this time, but that this money was taken away because of weakness.

And he actually knew very well that the possibility of him seizing this opportunity was not high. It was already lucky for him that a high-level demon like Mann didn't kill him.

After snatching the little devil's pet, Suwen'er looked up at Mann.

Mann still didn't react to this. Looking at that calm and gentle face, Suwen'er even felt that he might not be very scheming, but just simply didn't understand what had just happened.

"If you don't have enough money," the goat-horned female demon said to the little devil, "you can go back and think about my proposal carefully. As long as you let go, I can immediately contact a buyer for you."

The little devil forced a smile and said:

"If I change my mind, I will come to you right away."

Suwen'er said coldly:

"Get out."

The goat-horned female demon also winked at Mann:

"Looking forward to seeing you next time, handsome."

Mann pretended not to see the formation in her eyes and nodded with a smile:

"See you again if we have the chance."

Then he stretched out his hand and patted the little devil on the shoulder:

"Let's go, we should be not far from the city, right?"

The boy raised his hand and rubbed his face, then squeezed out an enthusiastic smile again:

"Not far."

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