Chapter 122: One Month

Chapter 122: One Month

Beros's ears rang as he had never encountered a demon who dared to treat him like a lover. Watching the arrogant and domineering Demon Mirror before him, Beros endured as much as he could but finally lost his patience and took action.

As a result, the patrons in the shop were stunned. The silver-haired guy was actually fighting Beros, the notorious demon, on equal footing! At that moment, they even forgot their fear of the Three-Headed Hellhound and eagerly tried to get a better look.

The silver demon seemed to be the Demon Mirror, and it was evenly matched with Beros? The scorching black flames couldn't be disguised; that was Beros, and no demon would be bored enough to dye their hair a symbol of weakness.

The incubus held back Phileas, who wanted to intervene. While the other side was causing a ruckus, he remained seated calmly, even smiling flirtatiously.

"Isn't this your shop? Why aren't you going to break up the fight?" Phileas asked. He had researched online and found that the shop was very popular with glowing reviews. Therefore, Phileas assumed that the demons here were skilled at appeasing customers, which was why he came.

It would take some time for the shop to recover from the damage and for Beros's terrifying aura to dissipate. The incubus might not mind the financial loss, but wouldn't Essence feel the pinch from losing one of his nightlife spots?

Essence understood what Phileas was thinking and smiled even wider—his handsome face wasn't effeminate, even with pink hair. This incubus exuded standard male hormones.

Despite his seemingly delicate and boneless appearance, it was difficult to ignore his aggression. It was a different kind of aggression. Behind his usual affectionate gaze lay an indifferent heart with no waves, and his promiscuity was cold.

If the incubus were easy to handle, Phileas would have flipped him over already.

Essence tapped his reddened lips with a finger, "Have you heard of a masochist?"

Phileas: "?"

"Given Bellerophon's lingering aura, there should be quite a few demons attracted here to experience it."

Phileas: "F*ck." Could this succubus possibly be a masochist?

Since they were inside the shop surrounded by other demons, Bellerophon didn't dare to act too wildly and couldn't vent his anger on Wen Ying as he wished. After the intense activity, Wen Ying panted heavily, one hand on his waist while the other supported an overturned chair beside him, but his brows still held a brazen arrogance.

"If you still refuse, tomorrow's headline will be 'Bellerophon breaks into that kind of establishment and gets into a huge fight with a demon who caught him in the act.'"

Bellerophon: "..." He spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a chilling gaze, Bellerophon stared at Wen Ying and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

It's easier to suggest opening a window after proposing to open a door to someone who disagrees. If they reject the first suggestion, suggesting a window next will be more acceptable.

Wen Ying said, "How about this then, how about a month?"

Beros immediately agreed, "Alright."

Wen Ying was taken aback for a moment before realizing what had happened. He opened his mouth to speak, but Beros interrupted him, "Starting from today."

Wen Ying became dejected, his face clearly showing his displeasure. His unhappiness, however, made Beros happy. He grinned, pleased with himself despite knowing that his tactic would harm both himself and the enemy.

Muershi couldn't help but scold, "How could you stumble at the final step?"

The next day, they were scheduled to go to the Human Realm for their final exams. It was uncertain how long they would be away, but it would likely take at least a week, maybe even longer. Even after the exams, Beros could allow his consciousness to remain in the Human Realm for a full month before returning.

Essence had been standing by the side, also sighing. Wen Ying's intelligence seemed to falter at crucial moments, just like in many Human Realm TV dramas.

Recalling something, Beros turned to the surrounding demons with a cold demeanor and warned, "Whoever dares to mention tonight's events to anyone else will face my wrath."

The demons immediately nodded, chorusing "We dare not," "We won't say a word," "Absolutely not," and "Not even under torture."

Satisfied with their responses, Beros' expression darkened once more as he thought about the incident. He caught sight of Essence and walked over to him, "I'll transfer the store renovation fees to you."

Wen Ying wore a resentful look. Muershi approached and patted his shoulder. As Wen Ying turned his head, he saw Muershi grinning mischievously, spoiling the scholarly charm of his handsome face.

"…Anything good?"

"Muershi," the other said, "this place is ruined, but there are others. My subordinate just texted me that Lan Jiaying sneaked off to 'Nightfall.' Oh, it's a similar establishment. Let's quietly follow and give him a big surprise."

Boros, who was about to storm off in anger, paused when he heard Muershi's enthusiastic voice. His toe, which had been lifting to take a step, turned back around.

He saw Phileas not too far away. Hearing Muershi's words, he guessed that Phileas had probably come here before him and had a similar experience. He should have left angrily, but…

Just as Boros was thinking this, Wen Ying asked, "Boros, do you want to give Lan Jiaying a big surprise together?"

Without hesitation, Boros replied, "Let's go." If he was having bad luck, he wanted to see others suffer too.

Their eyes met, and Phileas shifted his gaze awkwardly. He hadn't expected to witness Boros' misfortune when trying to see another demon's downfall.