The Demon stayed in his small tent, which didn't match his status as a big businessman.

However, there is something else in the inside of the tent - because of the constant "mansion technique", the space and decoration inside the tent can even dwarf the palaces of many mortal realms.

Not to mention, it also has a number of magical enchantments that can be opened to protect the occupants at all times.

This tent originally belonged to one of the Judgment Demon's clients, a powerful spellcaster.

However, in the end of the deal with the merchants of Yugros, the tent and the soul of the man all went into the pocket of the Judge.

But so what?

You know, a trade is a deal, and the merchants of Ugros never show favors to their customers.

The most he will do in his heart will be to thank these selfless customers. And now, the Judge Demon is busy reaping more.

Unlike other Yugros merchants, the Judge does not like to use spells when it comes to soliciting clients.

Even if his spellcasting level is actually quite high.

In his opinion, it would be more convenient to use spells, but it would not only increase the cost, but at the same time, the methods would be a little crude.

He tends to use more traditional methods, such as "word-of-mouth marketing" while looking for people to push.

In Prosperity Town, there is a professional push team, which is serving the Judge Demon at this time.

......

"Squeak, that 'McQuay's reward shop' is here again, and those salespeople are so good!"

"Squeak, a steel longsword only costs two dragon scale fragments, and there are discounts for group purchases, I have to find someone to buy a few more!"

"Squeak, old customers bring new customers, both of them can enjoy discounts!"

......

In the stalagmite forest, many roe head rat figures run around the ropeway made of black oil and paved with narrow wooden planks.

These men belonged to a large local gang of thieves, a large gang of similar size, and there were only two or three in Prosperous Town.

Its name is "The Rat Thieves".

Being able to survive on the front lines of the bloody battle - even in a soy sauce position, this group of thieves does have a bit of a doorway.

Compared to the other gangs, the Rat Thieves are not the most ferocious and powerful ones, but they are very united.

Of course, this is not because the members of the thieves are very righteous, in fact, they are actually involuntarily.

All members of the Rat Thieves are beastmen, or, arguably, ordinary mortals suffering from ratoid bestiosis.

It was none other than the boss of their group of thieves, the Great Rogue Mouse, who had infected them with bestiality.

Active or passive, these people have all been bitten by rats in the past.

While they gain the power of the beasts, they lose their independent will and can only obediently obey the command of the mad rat.

As for the mad rat himself, he has already been judged to use disaster coins and spells, and is firmly controlled in the palm of his hand.

That's why the members of this thief group are now pushing desperately for "McQuay's Reward Shop".

Even if it is a rat crossing the street, it will definitely attract the attention of some people in addition to everyone shouting and fighting.

Through the shouting of the members of the Rat Thieves, many people in Prosperity Town learned of the arrival of the McRoyal caravan and rushed to the market.

"That mad rat guy still has some ability, so you can consider not turning him into a soul prism for the time being. ”

Through the crystal ball on the desk, the judge looked at the crowd gathered outside the tent and thought to himself.

Although this mad rat's combat effectiveness is very average, he is a good hand at pulling a team, and the judge is wondering whether to include it in his caravan, and it just so happens that he still lacks a talent in pushing the field.

"Hmm...... Finish cutting this wave of leeks first, and if the income is good, pull him in. The judgment demon settled down.

As more and more mortals gathered around the large stalls set up in the open air in the "McQuay's Reward Shop", the noise suddenly became louder, and the usually quiet Judge Demon became a little impatient, so he activated the soundproof barrier in the tent.

The world was suddenly much clearer.

As for whether there will be chaos outside, the Judge Demon is not worried at all, in addition to the old ghost women who are salesmen, the caravan also has five semi-purgatory giants as bodyguards.

Mo said that Prosperity Town was just a settlement for the Baryakes, and even in some small Batow's camps, the power of five and a half Infernal Giants was enough to intimidate the crowd and ensure that no one dared to make trouble.

Unless...... There is a powerful faction with a background.

"I remember the smell of you," an astonishing ogre squeezed through the crowd, twitched his nose twice, pointed at the elven girl who the leader of the ghost woman had transformed, and rebuked loudly, "You swindlers who sell fakes, I want to return it!"

Originally, even after hearing accusations such as "scammers selling fakes", the night ghost woman still maintained a formulaic smile on her face.

But when she heard the word "return", the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and her face was replaced by frost.

She snorted coldly and sneered, "You stupid ogre, what do you think this place is, how can you ......"

With a "bang", the ogre rounded the giant sword in his hand and slashed at the neck of the night ghost.

The red and white things splashed wantonly, and the Night Ghost Woman didn't even have a chance to resist before her head was shattered by the blade of the giant sword.

"And it's not a fake! After the sharpness is gone, this sword is simply a blunt sword, otherwise your head wouldn't have exploded!" the ogre roared loudly.

However, this murderous physical persuasion made many people next to him think that it was true-the mad rat who originally wanted to step forward to deal with this "evil guest" so that he could show his face in front of his employer, saw this scene, and couldn't help but hurriedly take a few steps back.

In the lower realms, strength is truth.

Of course, not everyone is as mindful as a mad rat.

At least the five-and-a-half-Infernal Giants, who were the caravan's bodyguards, could not turn a blind eye - the killing of the leader of the sales team was a dereliction of duty, and if they could not capture the murderer, they would not have any good fruit to eat if they were angered by the Jugros Judgment Demon.

The semi-infernal giant, who had been standing around the bazaar like a pillar, immediately took the mace in his hand and ran towards the ogre who had killed the night ghost.

As they ran, they cursed loudly at the ogre in purgatory, mixed with the giant's dialect.

On the other hand, the ogre seems a little breezy at the moment.

I saw that he threw the blunt sword in his hand to the ground casually, stroked the runes on his belt, and a shining metallic ebony barbed chain appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Then, the sturdy ogre roared loudly, and actually began to launch a fierce counter-charge against the several semi-purgatory giants who had surrounded him.