The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

In the Demon King Academy in Demon City, there is a specialized course teaching the methods of infiltrating the human society on the surface to the reserves of the Demon King.

Luo Yan didn't have a strong impression of that professor and couldn't even remember the name, only vaguely recalling it might be a lich.

The reason for this lack of memory was mainly because that guy's lectures were terrible, managing to confuse people on a simple question, and unlike Professor Lilith and Professor Eros, he wasn't very memorable, so few students remembered him.

However, even though Luo Yan didn't listen to a single class, it didn't stop him from scoring full marks in the final exam for that subject.

In fact, those complex methods could be summed up in a single sentence.

That is to cater to their preferences.

For the fanatical followers of Saint Sis, he would approach them in the name of Saint Sis and gradually blur their concept of divinity once he gained their trust.

And for the money-loving citizens of Thunder City, the best method was naturally to pave the way with money, directly buying their souls with gold coins.

By the way, Mia, who always sat behind him, didn't pass this course, along with Rumi and Mckinley, among others.

Principal Ai Wen often lamented that the students of Demon King Academy were getting worse with each generation, and there was a reason for it: these high-level demons were living too comfortably in Demon City and didn't want to risk themselves on the surface at all.

Luo Yan waited in the carriage for a while and soon saw the waiter, who had earlier taken the gold coins from his hand, jogging out from the hotel's main entrance.

It wasn't just that waiter.

Not far behind him, a portly middle-aged man was following.

The man's bloated figure and ruddy round face were like a freshly baked loaf of bread, his slicked brown hair glistening, and his nose shining with oil.

The most memorable thing about him for Luo Yan was his belly, jutting out like that of a Hell Dwarf in Catastrophe Castle, with whom he was brotherly close. The imposing wool coat was bulging so much that the tightest two buttons were like strings of a fully drawn bow.

The moment he saw the carriage, the manager's expression froze for a moment, but he still approached with a beaming smile.

Rubbing his hands that had just moved away from the fireplace, he bowed respectfully as he approached the carriage, speaking in an enthusiastic tone.

"Honorable sir! I am Andor Baker, the manager of the Embrace of Dawn, and also the owner of this hotel! May I know your name?"

From this manager's reaction, Luo Yan could tell that the citizens of Thunder City were quite satisfied with his way of greeting.

"Roxey Colin."

Looking down at the eager Andor, he continued in a graceful and elegant tone.

"I presume your employee has informed you of my purpose. Name your price."

A troubled expression appeared on Andor's face, and he spoke with a tone of difficulty.

"I greatly appreciate your love and recognition of our hotel, but this is the legacy my late father left me, and it's also the fruit of his life's labor. When he entrusted this hotel to me, he repeatedly urged me to manage it well—"

"Fifty thousand gold coins." Luo Yan interrupted his speech with a casual remark, not listening to him further.

The moment he heard the number, the manager named Andor was unsurprisingly breathless, his mouth forming a big O shape, and his entire face flushed red.

Fifty thousand gold coins!

That was five million Aurum!

Luo Yan wasn't surprised by his reaction at all.

To make an improper analogy, a copper coin is equivalent to one unit of currency, and fifty thousand gold coins are five hundred million!

Know that the vast majority of citizens in Thunder County earn less than two thousand copper coins a month, which shows how substantial these five hundred million are.

Just as Luo Yan predicted, the manager named Andor couldn't refuse this generous price.

When his father built this hotel, he borrowed only a million Aurum from the bank!

Even though this luxury hotel's profit capacity wasn't bad, with a monthly revenue of only fifty to sixty thousand Aurum. After deducting employee and material expenses and bank interest, the monthly profit was about twenty thousand Aurum, which was only over two hundred gold coins a year!

To earn fifty thousand gold coins, he would have to operate diligently for twenty years without any mishaps along the way.

If there were disruptions in the Campbell Duchy and Imperial trade, such as wealthy individuals originally planning to visit Thunder City going elsewhere, he might have to borrow money from the bank to maintain operations to prevent his father's legacy from collapsing.

Such things often happened over the past decade, which is also why he continually made money, but his loans kept increasing.

And now an opportunity presented itself.

As long as he gave up the hotel in his hand, he could earn in one go the money he couldn't make in twenty years!

This amount could not only repay all the loans from the Andes Family but also leave a substantial sum, enough for him to build a more luxurious hotel than this one on Queen Street!

Looking at the stunned Andor, Luo Yan tapped his forefinger on the window sill of the carriage, bringing him back to his senses.

"Your answer?"

Andor looked at him with solemn respect, his fervent eyes akin to seeing the miracle of Saint Sis personally descending before him.