"Lord Demon King, your subordinate thinks this place doesn't seem very safe either."
The Demon King's subordinate pretended to ponder as he sat at the dining table, eating takeout fried chicken cutlets and discarded milk tea. This was an old habit. The dessert shop owner had agreed to let the Demon King take home anything that hadn't been sold that day, because his work performance was excellent and he indeed appeared to be in difficulty, also he was quite frugal.
However, having just moved into a new home, his mood was still good, a forty-square-meter two-bedroom apartment. It's not large, but everything needed was there, and he could cook every day, which could really save a huge amount of money. Moreover, the recent business of game boosting for the subordinate was going well, significantly improving their living condition; at least it wasn't as bad as before.
