To be honest, the shop owner had been busy every day lately.
Especially now that the Blood Moon had risen high and the withering tide was approaching, his once-idle days were gone for good. Every day, he had to process the materials delivered to his door, sort them one by one, turn them into proper merchandise, then contact his various customers to sell the stuff off. Most importantly, he couldn't sell all of it. He always had to leave some for those humans. Otherwise, he'd be draining the pond to catch the fish: if these materials couldn't get anything out of it, they'd all go elsewhere.
And that wasn't even the half of it. Not one of his subordinates gave him any peace. Ever since the managers of the first and second floors had been killed, those positions had remained vacant. Master Hu on the third floor was loyal, but seemed to retain scraps of humanity and simply refused to settle down and work. As for the fourth floor...
...Better not get into that. Given the chance, the shop owner wanted to kill it himself.
"Good help is hard to find... What a shame. If that young woman hadn't been so stubborn back then, converting her would've saved me so much trouble... People make the rules. It's not like I couldn't bend them. At worst, I could've converted her husband and child too. Why did she have to insist on dying...?"
Shaking his head, the shop owner patted the bone shelving beside him.
The shelves met him with silence, naturally offering no reply.
Just as he sighed wordlessly, the telephone beside him suddenly rang.
Fuck, don't tell me something else has come up?
His invisible face instantly fell a few inches, but as the only one in charge here, the