Hero’s Master Is The Demon King

Six o’clock in the evening is the most deserted time in Stonegu Market, but it is the busiest time for a special group of people.

They have the same dress, yellow-gray shirts soaked in sweat, tired faces, and their faces are yellow and black due to long-term drinking. This group of people is only active during this period of time. They wander around the Stonegu Market, and the bosses who are short of staff will find these people to work.

Do everything, cleaning, moving and even pretending to be a magic doll or collecting money to go to a hostile shop as a villain.

This group of people is very recognizable. They usually walk down the road with their heads down and never look into the eyes of others.

So, the people in Stone Ancient City called them light-phobics, casual workers without dignity.

“Thank you Boss.”

“Thank you.”

“en.”

My name is Aji, a helpless ordinary person, now working as a casual worker. Today’s Boss is very generous, one shot is one hundred and five, which is more than three times the usual salary.

He is the newly opened food shop Boss today. The first day he opened his business, he was very popular. It is estimated that Fiercely made a lot of money.

And he is very young and handsome. Young and promising is this kind of person. His existence, like the sun, makes Aji not dare to look directly, only a fool will open his eyes. sun.

“Wait.”

Just as Aggie was about to leave, Boss’s voice came from behind.

Aji stopped, his slightly curved back was paused restlessly, like a candle that was about to burn out, behind it was a frightened expression.

“What’s the order, Boss.”

He turned his head and asked with an ugly smile, his head pressed as high as his shoulders.

I saw a handsome man in a black dress coming over.

“You did a good job today. Go back and have a good rest. You will continue to work hard tomorrow. This is freshly made bread. Take it back to eat.”

His voice is so similar A man with broad arms.

This is the real man.

“Well, thank you Boss.”

Aji’s voice is similar to that of a mosquito. Both of his hands took the hot bread and he could smell the aroma.

Leaving the ancient market, the sky is also dark. There are street lights in many places in the ancient city of Stone, but there is no place. It is a forgotten place, and a group of abandoned people live. Although Stone’s road is not good, most of it is dug, but at least it is also paved with stone bricks, but there is only a dirt road in that place.

And this place is called the mourning city. Although it is a city, it is only a small place. There is a lot of rubbish, and the house is also made of rubbish. The door made of discarded wooden boards is made of lazy bricks. If you go home and find that the door of the house is missing, or there is a hole, it must have been stolen.

But rest assured, there is nothing worth stealing inside.

“Aji, are you happy?”

A man squatting on the side of the road shouted to Aji passing by. He is very thin and does not look like a good person. He There are a few similar ones beside him, the kind of people who see it and stay away.

His name is Lahou. Of course, this is a nickname. It is estimated that no one here knows his real name.

By the way, Aji is not his real name either.

“No, I’m tired today.”

Aji shook the head and right hand quietly behind him. He hoped that the bread would not be found.

He knows these people and is a part of them.

But their relationship is definitely not friends. There are no friends in the funeral city. The reason they get together is because each other is as miserable as themselves.

However, what Aji worries most still happened. The monkey tilted his head and saw Aji’s bag.

“Oh, what good things have you brought, share it.”

Aji smiled bitterly and said: “Where is there a good thing, just two broken breads, bad It’s luck. If the wages have been deducted for a day, I will give these two breads. The past few days will live on them.”

Of course he is lying. If he doesn’t lie, the bread will be gone.

However, the monkey licked his lips and said: “I think it’s quite fresh, taste it?”

The few beside him are also glare like a tiger watching his prey. Seeing it over, Aji felt a little flustered. They ate up all they wanted, like a rat.

“Is there anything delicious, I haven’t eaten it myself, I’m so tired from work today, you don’t want to see me stink near your house.”

Aji said.

Hearing this, the monkey showed a disappointed and disgusted expression, but soon recovered his smile, and walked over and said: “How much money do you have, I know a friend, he got it Some cultivation water is very cheap, not as good as…”

“No, you know I can’t stand that thing.”

Aji suddenly became tough and shook his head.

“Let’s go, I’m tired.”

He left after speaking.

“Hey! Give it a try! Hey, let’s go, leave him alone.”

As soon as I saw the persuasion, he couldn’t move, he cursed in a low voice and it was hard to hear , Aji heard it, but didn’t hear it either.

Cultivation water is something more violent than wine. It can make you forget hunger and feel happy. Ninety-nine percent of people in the city of mourning rely on it, and almost all the money they make is sent to sell. Divine Immortal Water in the hands of people.

Akas let those people go, it’s not right, maybe it’s Akas that sells cultivation water secretly.

Aji returned home, there were no windows, only a few fist sized holes. Moonlight couldn’t get in. He lit a very chronological lamp. It was not very bright, but at least it was Light.

He can finally breathe a sigh of relief, sit on his bed, habitually pick up the wine bottle, and pour it into his mouth.

However, he didn’t know why, the action stopped.

In the dimly lit room, the faint light shines on the wine bottle.

This bottle of wine has expired and it tastes weird.

Many people think that wine will not expire, but it is actually right, but some wines will also expire because of its low degree, and I don’t know how many kinds of wine and water are mixed in this bottle.

There may still be many people’s saliva.

Aji held the wine bottle, his mouth secreted a lot of saliva, and his body was craving wine.

“Tomorrow…”

He said to himself, then closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Finally, he put down the wine bottle and picked up the bread that was still warm.

Usually, he can only eat dry, hard, moldy bread, or rancid rice.

This fresh bread is a hard-won feast for him. He is a little reluctant, but his stomach is already protesting.

He cautiously tore open the greased paper, and a tangy scent came on him.

How can it be so fragrant?

The saliva secreted desperately, he couldn’t help taking a bite, and the soft and delicious taste took him to heaven.

For an instant, he would think of himself as a’human’ alive.

He used to be a youngster in a small mountain village. He was holding a dream of getting rich, riding a donkey and pulling the native produce from his family to the city.

However, reality taught him a costly lesson. He was cheated, whether he was a donkey or money, he became penniless at once.

But it’s okay, as long as you do odd jobs and save some money, you can go back.

But in the end I found out that this idea was really naive.

The ancient city of Stone is a cannibalistic city, he has been eaten, very low wages, expensive housing, even if you save food and drink, eat three meals a meal, there is no money left. I can only live in front of me.

For human beings, not seeing hope is the greatest despair. One day, he held the bottle and forgot about tomorrow.

That day, he came to the funeral city.

Aji was holding a bite of bread, with the small piece of bread in his mouth, but he was already in tears at this time.

“Tomorrow…”

He cried and repeated these two words.

In the dark night, a square dilapidated hut, the light inside seemed to be brighter than usual.

This winter is almost over.