"Bring in more Apprentice Devils. I refuse to believe you can still be overwhelmed."
Annan's thinking was simple: too much flour, add water; too much water, add flour. If one pound was bread, why wouldn't a ton be bread?
"We won't be overwhelmed, but you don't want someone with ulterior motives slipping in and causing trouble for you, do you?"
A good reputation took decades, even centuries, to build and only seconds to destroy. Devils knew better than anyone how fragile trust was, so they never bothered with credibility. Their approach was to wait for willing victims.
After all, what kind of good person would make a deal with a Devil?
That aside, as one of the few orderly races in the Abyss, they wouldn't mind being good Devils who helped lost little girls find their way home and old ladies cross the street—if rewards really did fall from the sky whenever they did a good deed.
"Anyway, I've handed the Devil Notary Office over to you. If anything goes wrong, I'm coming to you."
"I'll take that as 'I trust you.'"
A few dozen minutes later, Beludona took Claire away under the envious gazes of several Apprentice Devils.
Once their boss had left, the Apprentice Devils at the Devil Notary Office turned their attention to Annan.
"Don't rush. There's enough for everyone. Stop looking at me like Succubi!"
As he passed Reynaldo's office, Annan dropped off twenty portions of Mountain Essence for him.
Come to think of it, he could stockpile Mountain Essence. Whether he waited for its value to rise or used it himself, he'd come out ahead...
Realizing he'd found a new way to make money, Annan hurriedly asked Eldest Sister to buy up a batch of Mountain Essence.
Eldest Sister said the prices of Mountain Essence