After a few more nonsense, Midnight Dad began to introduce the product to the fashionable girl: "This witch body armor is characterized by defense and shock. It has special soul pressure on police officers, gang members and demons.
Wear it and you don't have to be afraid even if you are walking in the back alleys of Gotham at night.
The GCPD who want to take advantage of you, the gangsters who are looking for prey, the vampires who hide in the dark and hunt for food, and the low-level lemures will all be afraid of you at the first sight and avoid you.
Even if you hang it in the main room, it can ward off evil spirits and protect your home."
"Aren't the functions a bit lacking?" The fashionable girl was not very satisfied. "It's an artifact with the attributes of a witch. Not only can you kill like a witch when you put it on, it should at least have a god-level protective effect, right?"
"Hey, Miss Miranda, when you first made your request, you didn't ask for special defensive effects. You only asked for escape from the harassment of the demons you skinned." Father Midnight said dissatisfied.
Fashion Girl said: "Defense represents a characteristic of Witch Harley. Shouldn't we have higher requirements for it?"
Midnight Dad said: "Fifty million US dollars is the price. How much do you want for this little money?"
"Holyrap! Fifty million is not expensive?" the fashionable girl shouted.
Midnight said in a deep voice: "It is an artifact made by a divine craftsman. Not to mention its effectiveness, the craftsman's crafting fee is only 50 million. Isn't that a lot?
If you can ask the master craftsman to help me once, I am willing to pay you 500 million US dollars, no limit."
"Fifty million is indeed not expensive. A famous painting by a mortal is worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars. God of craftsmanship is no worse than mortals, right?" the devil bastard said.
How can any customer speak for the store owner? Could this guy be a bastard?
Harley glanced at it and said, "This 'Witch's Body Armor' should be a failed conceptual artifact."
"How can a concept god fail?" the fashionable girl was dumbfounded.
Harry said: "The major faiths and pantheons in Heaven pursue maximizing profits and focus on supporting promising concepts.
The ‘traffic stars’ that become popular are quickly monetized and discarded after use, and the turnover rate is extremely fast.
The "Witch's Body Armor" was very popular back then, but now the Witch has abandoned the mortal body armor and replaced it with the heavenly artifact armor.
He is also rarely active in public as a cross-dressing hero.
The popularity has dropped, the topic has decreased, and the ‘Witch’s Bulletproof Vest’ is old and immature, and has been eliminated by the ‘mortal audience’, so it appears on the product counter.”
After thinking about it, she sighed and said: "If the witch can be included in the divine system, and let her cooperate to maintain the character of 'Bulletproof Jacket Harley' for more than ten years, maybe this garment can be cultivated and matured."
The fashionable girl was already strapped for money, but now she heard that the body armor was a "defective product," so she turned her attention to the guitar pick she had previously used, "Can it be cheaper?"
"That's 850,000."
"You can buy a box of this stuff at a musical instrument store for a dollar."
"It is the work of a master of magic! It is also the favorite thing of the little devil Constantine.
Do you know how difficult it is to win something from the little devil at the gambling table?
That bastard has never lost, and except for this guitar piece, you can't buy any magic items belonging to him." Midnight said through gritted teeth with resentment.
Harley became interested, "Since he has never lost, how did you win the guitar piece?"
Midnight was silent for a moment before he said: "In that game, there were demons, dryads, gods, and alien mages on the gambling table. The most valuable bet was a pint of dryad essence.
Drinking it will awaken the druid bloodline and master the skill of walking in the trees."
"Oh, tree walking is a very advanced skill." Harley was startled. "Is the tree demon crazy? It can make people learn the essence of tree walking, but it will probably cost it half of its life."
"Getting on the gambling table is like stepping into Arkham Asylum. If you don't want to be crazy, you will be crazy.
Not to mention half a life, it is not uncommon for people to lose their souls directly." Midnight Dad sighed, "He first deliberately gave me the guitar pieces to show his sincerity.
Well, he said that shrapnel has special meaning to him.
I believed him when I saw him carrying it with him and playing with it all the time, so that ordinary metal pieces were endowed with strange magical powers.
When I cooperated with him to clear out the other gamblers and planned to have a peak showdown between the two, he excused himself to go to the toilet and ran away with the dryad essence."
"Since I won it, can you give me a discount? I can't afford so much cash at 850,000 yuan at a time." How could the fashionable woman think so.
Midnight said: "If you are inconvenient, I also provide loan services. It is not a loan shark. It is similar to the interest rate of a small household loan from the National Bank."
"Then I'll get a loan." The fashionable woman skillfully took out her mobile phone and asked, "Which APP?"
"Well, we haven't developed the APP yet," Midnight took out a formatted contract from the drawer, "Put your soul as collateral, and the terms are three months, half a year, three years, etc. If you don't pay it back over time, I will take it away from you.
The soul is useless no matter where it hides."
The "soul" fashion goddess looked hesitant.
"Moganlin!" Midnight walked to the door and shouted, and a handsome man in a suit with a halo of light above his head and a pair of angel wings behind his back followed in.
The base of the wings is covered with colorful scales, which originate from unknown creatures.
"This is Mo Ganlin, the lower angel of Silver City. He will be responsible for signing the contract. You don't have to worry about any problems at all."
The fashionable girl doubted: "He is not a pure-blooded angel, how can he enter the Silver City?"
Mo Ganlin's eyes were slightly cold, "The interest rate is the same anyway, if you can't trust us, you can go to the National Bank."
Father Midnight glared at him, smiled and explained to the fashionable girl: "Mo Ganlin is an important minister under the command of Angel King Gabriel, and also has the status of a lower angel in Silver City, although he has never been to Silver City.
Just like Harley Quinn.
She has also never entered Silver City, but no one can deny her identity as the Duke of Heaven."
"Can the loan contract be registered at Gabriel's?" Harley asked.
Father Midnight shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Only scumbags like us engage in financial business.
How proud and noble is the angel king Gabriel?
Mo Ganlin is like a servant of the 'Angel King's Mansion', making a living through the reputation of the Angel King. The Angel King will not care if he knows about it.
But if something happens, he will also have to take responsibility for it.
With Gabriel's strictness, guests don't have to worry about Moganlin's petty tricks.
There are so many ways to make money, and it’s not worth risking your life.”
After the fashionable girl followed Angel Banker and left, and other customers did not open their mouths to buy goods, Harry said: "I buy news."
Father Midnight nodded calmly, gave instructions to his younger brother, and led her into the empty living room on the third floor.
"This guest must be here for the first time. I don't know how to address him?"
"When I ask my question, you can immediately guess who I am."
"What do guests want to know?"
"How much do you know about hell?" Harley asked.
Midnight smiled proudly, "If guests want to inquire about other dimensions, I would recommend you to go to the Forgotten Bar.
If you ask for news about hell or heaven at the Oblivion Bar, especially news involving Earth, they will advise you to come to my place."
"So confident?"
"Just try and you will find out."
Harley said: "Hell's soul currency system collapsed, what will happen to the flatulence?"
Midnight's eyes flashed slightly, this voice, this momentum, this temperament, this figure, this question, he had a vague guess in his mind.
"I can't tell ordinary people this news. To ordinary people, it is meaningless and worthless."
"If it's not an ordinary person, how much is it worth?" Harley laughed.
Midnight stretched out two fingers and said, "Two hundred million."
"Let's talk about it and see if it's worth the price."
Harley's tone was relaxed, but she did not provide any proof of ability to pay.
Midnight Ding looked at her for a while and said: "Flatulence was sentenced to death by Satan Lucifer to fight the Witch Harley.
Originally, the punishment should be executed immediately, but Flatulence's father is Mammon, the King of Wealth.
Their family is rich!
Mammon bought Belial and Beelzebub with two million high-quality souls, and did not ask for a change of sentence, but only asked them to suspend their sentences for half a month.
The soul currency system of hell collapsed, and the three rulers of hell, including Lucifer, suffered heavy losses. Therefore, Belial and Beelzebub agreed to Mammon's request.
Only two days have passed since the half-month period, and Mammon has already spent five million soul coins and secretly recruited more than twenty demon gods in hell and other dimensions.
His idea was also very simple. On the day of Flatulence's execution, all the demons would follow him to Quinn Manor.
By killing the witch with a crushing force, Flatulence will not only survive, but he will also be able to collect the bounty placed on the witch from hell, obtain a large amount of the origin of the devil, and gain the supreme glory of ending the witch.
It is impossible to offset the previous investment in Mammon soul coins and make a huge profit."
"He is worthy of being the king of wealth, with good plans and courage."
Harley nodded slightly. The information was detailed, logical and 80% true.
"Is this news worth 200 million US dollars?" Midnight said with a smile.
Harley took out her phone and pressed it a few times.
"Ding dong" the next moment, a message alert came from the mobile phone in the pocket of Midnight's jacket.
I took it out and saw that it was the public account of Midnight Bar, with a credit of 200 million!
"Happy!" He gave Harley a thumbs up.
"Can you get the list and abilities of Mammon mercenaries?" Harley asked.
"Mammon is still recruiting troops from all over the world, and the current list is definitely not complete."
"As much as you want," said Harry.
"Okay, this message is also included in the above service"
Father Midnight briefly described the twenty-four ‘Mammon thugs’.
The information about demons and black magicians on earth is very detailed, but even the abilities of demons from other worlds are uncertain.
Harley frowned slightly, not one of the 24 thugs was proficient in divination.
Those people are even less likely to be supreme beings.
Did the people really beat Xanadu to death?
Not necessarily, maybe some more secret information was missed at midnight.
"You should have guessed who I am, right?"
"I didn't guess, I don't know anything." Midnight said seriously.
Harley's mouth twitched and she said, "How much does it cost to buy out the news that I came to your place?"
"Don't worry, it doesn't cost a penny. I will never reveal the details of our meeting today. This is the basic conduct of our information dealers."
There were a few drops of hot sweat on my forehead at midnight, and I also used honorifics.
The witch is testing him. If he dares to accept money, it will hint that he has the idea of betraying her, and then she can kill him and silence him.
She is indeed a witch, so cunning and vicious!
"You really don't want the money?" Harley suddenly made a serious face.
Midnight quickly expressed his position: "No need, I swear to keep silent."
Harry stood up, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, "If you don't charge me, it means you have no obligation to keep my confidentiality. It seems you plan to"
"I'll take it, fifty million!" Midnight said eagerly, her face trembling a few times.
By this time, he was sweating profusely.
"You are so capricious, how can I trust you?" Harley said coldly.
At midnight, I was dumbfounded and confused. Should I accept the money or not?