"The word 'mess' is not appropriate, my dear. It should be decided according to his will."

"But such actions do not align with the devils' nature of orderliness, and it's too time-consuming. For portal management, it would be a disaster." Lynch thought for a moment, a light flashing in his eyes. He suddenly seemed to understand and said to the Desire Demon: "Unless there are other rules overriding it, like a more expensive but safer and simpler way. Eruiyes, can Piffed be bought off? I mean, can we bribe him?"

"Maybe it's possible, my dear." Eruiyes closed one eye, with a mischievous smile on her lips: "If you want to know more, it's best to ask me in a room. I usually remember more when I'm on a soft bed."

"I advise you to save it, Desire Demon." Lynch said: "When I return to the Main Material Plane, I will dissolve your contract. Then you can do whatever you want. But for now, you still have to follow my orders."

"Yes, Master. Please feel free to command me…" The Desire Demon still seemed to treat the mage with a cheeky demeanor.

Lynch tapped the Desire Demon on the head with his Powerful Wand as a reprimand, then led her further into the inner circle.

Piffed had just sent off a Dark Governor, throwing him onto a battlefield in the Grey Ruins. That plane happened to be right in the middle of the blood war, a famous slaughterhouse. It was because the Dark Governor showed disrespect to the Abyss Demon that Piffed "overachieved" on their freshly established commission—sending the Dark Governor to the Grey Ruins to join the devils' side.

Looking at the human in front of him, the Abyss Demon couldn't help but lower his massive body. He still liked humans because greed, cunning, and arrogance could all appear in them simultaneously. The most humans came to Bator, rushing here to die, making immortal contributions to the devils. Especially those humans who wanted to leave this world, most of them were wealthy, they received generous rewards, and they were extremely generous in paying transportation fees.

"Human, where do you want to go? State the name of that place!" Piffed said, extending his hand out flatly in front of Lynch: "And deposit your payment."

"My destination is the Anriel Continent, I hope you've heard of that place." Lynch, just in case, placed five blue gemstones into the Abyss Demon's hand: "I want to go to the Dwarf Kingdom nestled in Ice Furnace Peak, that's my destination."

"Originally, I wanted eighty thousand timid demons' Poison Teeth to decorate my room..." He tossed the gemstones in his hand up and down, then smiled and said: "But that will take time. And time—my good customer—is precious. It is like the Abyss Demon's reputation, a priceless treasure."

Piffed walked to the Curse Blood Gate, reciting a Spell to search for the continent called Anriel. In the empty doorframe emerged a water-wall-like image, rippling outwards, seemingly forming some kind of pattern, clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, the Abyss Demon took a step back, his brow furrowed, and softly uttered a "hmm" sound. The scene within the door quivered violently, then abruptly shattered like a soap bubble, reverting to its empty original form.

"The teleportation was blocked, something seems to have sealed that space." Piffed shook his hand: "His power is above mine, even above a demigod..."

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