"Then, I'll leave first and wish you a happy life."

Evelin looked at Sherlock's leaving figure and said to herself:

"Lord Sherlock, you are such a good devil."

Evelin then took out the magic stone card again, and when she thought about swiping it one more time on the bus just now, she felt pain in her heart:

"If I had known that I would learn magic well, I would be able to get on the bus invisible and evade fares..."

The poor, sad, and helpless little succubus turned around and returned to her apartment building.

Sherlock, who was not leaving in the distance, watched Miss Succubus open the door and walk into the room, remaining silent.

"What a useless succubus, Sir Sherlock. I take back my previous suggestion. We should not hire her. Although useless succubus is an attribute that players in other worlds like very much, our dungeon has just started now.

It’s better not to use the vase that’s holding you back.” Blue suggested seriously:

"Let's publish the recruitment information. A succubus girl who is good-looking, capable, conscious, and knows the unspoken rules. Although the monthly salary may be a bit expensive, at least it is useful."

"What do you think Evelin's monthly salary requirement is?" Sherlock turned around and said as he walked:

"Evelin? Food and accommodation are already the limit." Blue said seriously.

"Is this so?"

Sherlock's figure disappeared into the darkness.

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"You're fired! Evelin!" A twisting slime yelled at the succubus with messy hair, panting, and a layer of sweat on his face in a tea restaurant:

"Yesterday I was a miner, and I'm late for work today! Were you arrested by the garrison? Are you out of money on your magic stone card? I'll definitely give you a transportation subsidy every month! You have enough money to take the bus to work this morning!

"

"No, boss, I really came here..."

"Stop talking! You're fired! Evelin! Salary? Why should the fired person get paid!"

……………………

In a busy city…

The succubus walked through the bustling streets with a cross-body backpack on her shoulders. She stood at the bus stop and then remembered that she had no money in her card.

The succubus found a corner, squatted down, hugged her knees, and silently shed tears as she recalled everything she had experienced since entering society.

...There is one more sad person.

A tall figure stood in front of her.

Sherlock looked at her condescendingly.

(PY "Reminiscing on the Road to Youth" is a book about women's videos. Since you are a reader of mine, I recommend it for you. Those who like to watch women's videos can read it.)
Chapter completed!