Chen Luo's Oil Umbrella had somehow already closed in his hand.
"What are you looking at? Did you pay for it—a commission? And you want to experience the heavenly punishment package? Freeloader! Pay up—a commission!" Chen Luo righteously held out his hand toward the King of Night.
"You filthy profiteer!!!"
"I'm flattered." Chen Luo smiled sheepishly.
"..."
"..."
"You two... know each other?" Aikawa Ayumu, whose magic power had nearly been drained dry by the umbrella but had quickly recovered thanks to Third Magic, leaned on Chen Luo's shoulder and barely managed to stand.
"Don't know him." —Chen Luo.
Chen Luo did know of the King of Night, but that did not count as knowing him, since the other party did not know Chen Luo.
"We know each other." —the King of Night.
Identity Proof, Identity Proof.
The Humanization Plugin reminded him.
"Oh, we know each other." Chen Luo immediately changed his answer.
Correcting one's mistakes was a virtue.
A passing profiteer: like a passing Kamen Rider, a merchant who wandered through different worlds. Whether in the mortal realm, the underworld, or even farther places, traces of you could be found everywhere.
Though a merchant by trade, when conducting business, you always liked to exploit disasters and take advantage of people in desperate situations, selling them what they needed most. It sounded like timely aid, but the price was always several times higher. Thus, while accumulating vast wealth, you also became known as a walking treasure chest.
That was the brief introduction to the new identity Chen Luo had acquired in only a short while.
What pleasantly surprised Chen Luo was that, despite the profiteer's notorious reputation, the identity came with quite a few bonus items.
Calling this profiteer a walking treasure chest truly could not have been more fitting.