"Do you have the materials you asked the night to find for you?" asked Fafner.

"The rest is gone, and there are still fragments of the Fire Stone left, and the nightclub owner says that he will have to wait another day. ”

Fafnir frowned and muttered, "If you only wait for a day, it should be fine." ”

In fact, there is mutual suspicion among demons, and it should take some time for the events of the Awakened to ferment. And there is a reaction period after the reprieve period, and if you want to wait for a day, you should be able to afford to wait.

"Then wait another day. Fafnir nodded.

Since there is still a day to wait, how to spend the next day was mentioned by Fafner.

Angel thought about it for a while, he knew very well that this place had been targeted by many demons, and it was a little inconvenient to do anything with eyes watching here anytime and anywhere. Moreover, the time of this day, if he changed his old habits, might make the other demons speed up the fermentation time of the Awakened event.

He thought about it for a while, and finally decided to wait until the wooden house was repaired and continue to open as planned.

Continuing to open his business can make the demons who are secretly observing him a little more relaxed and say that they are still as usual, which will allow them to relax and detect the state of the psychedelic hut.

If you behave too abnormally, close the store and be cautious, it will make the demon feel that he is empty-hearted.

It's better to set up a suspicious array and let the demon take the time to think about the doubts inside.

Fafnir has no objection to Ingres's decision, she believes in her own strength, anyway, it is only the last day, no matter what kind of difficulties she faces, she is also fully sure to deal with it.

With that in mind, Fafnia continued to rest on the trunk of a tree, while Ingres returned to the front yard.

Canaan was working at an astonishing speed, standing motionless at the gate, but it was also controlling several water magic arms, cutting trees on one side and repairing wooden houses on the other. When he saw Angel coming, Canaan was still available to greet him.

Angel nodded to it, then brought a stump as a stool, and half-lay down to rest, waiting for Canaan to fix the cabin.

In the process, Ingres noticed that Canaan looked his head in his direction from time to time, his brow furrowed, and his steps hesitant.

"If you have any questions, you ask. Ingres said.

"Shopkeeper, I just want to know if the situation of Pannath's succubus before is ......" Canaan hesitated for a long time, and said the doubts that had been hidden in his heart: "Is it awakening?"

As this question fell, Ingres inexplicably felt a chill down his spine. The surroundings seemed to be calm and without any waves, but he noticed that Fafnner, who was lying on the trunk of a tree not far away, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at him with cold eyes.

Fafnir's movements, representing Ingres' feelings, are not wrong.

He had spoken to Fafnir before, but Fafnir had done something so that the other demons could not sense their conversation. But now, that shielding mechanism is clearly gone, and when Canaan asks the question, there must have been countless demons with their eyes set on him.

Even if these demons who were secretly observing did not set off the slightest fireworks, nor did they have any energy fluctuations, the creepy feeling of being watched and locked by others still made Angel find the clue.

Ingres knew that there must be countless demons watching him and waiting for his answer.

He frowned, looking 'here again'. Rubbing his slightly swollen temples, Angel said helplessly: "Awaken? You ask me, how can I answer you?"

"I'm not a demon, how do I know what it's like to be awakened and what it's like?" said Ingre, waving his hand for Canaan to step aside.

"Hurry up and continue to work, and when the wooden house is repaired, we will continue to open the shop. I only earned a little demon gold today, and I was demolished, and I will wait for a few more guests, otherwise I will lose my life. ”

Angels's scolding and scolding stunned Canaan, I don't know why the shopkeeper suddenly changed, the shopkeeper was only open for half a day a few days ago and closed down, and the reception order was 9000 demon gold coins, how could there be a situation of 'losing death'?

Canaan was a little confused, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with what the shopkeeper said, so it could only nod and go back to repairing it.

When Canaan left, the feeling of being watched slowly disappeared by Ingres.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and at that moment just now, Angel felt like an actor on the stage, exerting his acting skills and doing a superb performance while being watched by countless audiences.

Maybe it's not superb, maybe it's just poor acting, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, the information he should reveal has already been revealed: he doesn't know what Awakening is, but my shop will continue to open, and you can find out for yourself.

That's the attitude he stated.

Canaan's repair was very fast, and Ingres rested for a while, and the psychedelic shop was renovated, and even the smashed signboard was rewritten by Canaan.

However, this time, the demonic script written by Canaan is much better than Ingres's handwriting.

The word "psychedelic", under the faint appearance of the water color, really has a psychedelic flavor.

"The shopkeeper, it's all right. "Canaanite Road.

Angel muttered in his heart: Why is it so fast?

But on his face, he nodded to Canaan and praised: "Very good, sort out the situation in the store a little, and get ready to open the store." ”

With that, Ingres walked into the store with a nonchalant face and returned to the attic on the second floor. The tables, chairs, and bed cabinets that were destroyed before have also been recreated in Canaan.

There is also a faint smell of moisture in the air, as well as the unique pine scent of new wood.

Ingres sat back in his chair, doing nothing, his mind empty, pure in the dark and quiet attic, waiting for time to pass a little.

After reopening the store, Angels thought there would be a wave of peaks immediately, but nothing happened.

It's been an hour since the store opened, and no customers have come to the door.

"Isn't it true that those demons who are secretly observing don't send outposts to investigate?" Ingres wondered, but after thinking about it, he also thought that it was good, it was better if no one came, anyway, he was just dragging his feet now, and he could leave when the time came.

That's it, an hour, two hours...... Time passes slowly.

It wasn't until near night, when the light source of the tower in La Soudran was a little dimmer than before, that the first guests were finally welcomed.

But this group of guests is not here to participate in the experience.

These are three little devils with thin bodies, porcelain-white bodies, mushroom-like heads, and four pairs of green muscles and wings.

According to Canaan, this is a type of demon known as a "little gargoyle", named because of its resemblance to a gargoyle, but the two are not actually related.

The little gargoyles are generally the house slaves of the big demons.

When the three little gargoyles flew from the distant sky, they flew over with a leather bag together, and when they landed, they put the leather bag in the courtyard and explained their intentions.

"This is a gift from my owner. ”

Angel didn't react at first, but later remembered that he had said that compensation for the destruction of the store was necessary. And this is the compensation that was sent.

After the little gargoyle delivered the compensation, he flew away without stopping.

Curious, Angel untied the pouch. As the tight leather pouch was opened, a bloodied head rolled out of it.

It appears to be the head of some kind of monster, resembling the head of a bull but without horns. Its skin still looks a little familiar.

As Ingres pondered, a piece of tanned leather paper appeared out of thin air, like a falling feather, fluttering and falling on Ingres's hand.

There is a familiar water-cooled fragrance on the parchment, and there is no doubt that it must have been left.

I don't like to eat the head of a little fly, so I'll treat it as a gift for you.

Angel seemed to think of something, and built the "server" of the Eye of Narda in his mind, and as the server operated, the head, which seemed to be very "fresh", became a collection of countless information in Angel's eyes.

"Void Demon!" Ingres's eyes burst into ecstasy: "Sure enough, it's Seamus's head!"

All he had gotten from there was only bones and epithelia, and he was actually a little puzzled at the time, if he was just eating meat, the skull would still be there? However, although Angels had doubts at that time, he was too embarrassed to ask.

Unexpectedly, Simus's head was actually sent over!

Simus's skull is the hardest part of his body, and it can be said that it is the best material for both armor and weapons.

Simus's eyes are also an essential material for many space objects.

Angel couldn't help but reach out his spiritual power tentacles to the inside of the skull...... The brain is still there, this is the material for refining the top potion, and I heard that some advanced spells of space wizards also need to use Simus's brain as a spell casting material.

Perhaps it was the least of the things to mention, and it was given to it by Iyadase. But for Ingres, it was probably the most precious item he had ever received when he came to La Soudran.

This is the complete head of a Knowledge-level monster!

Moreover, this monster is still a very special space monster!

Angel took out the polymer of the UFO Water, diluted it with water, and submerged Simos's head in it.

After all this was done, he carefully put it into the bracelet.

Motioning for Canaan to continue welcoming guests here, Ingres returned to the attic with a beaming face. After returning to the attic, Angels couldn't help but take out Simus's head and look at it repeatedly, his face full of satisfaction.

"It's worth your pleasure with this thing? ”

Fafner's voice came from the skylight, but after it was sarcastic, it changed to say, "There are guests coming to the door, by the way, there are several demons here, all of whom have a disgusting smell." ”