บท 74: Rude

"Good morning Eiro. That time of the month again, huh?" A short, middle-aged, weakly man asked with a broad smile as he looked over the counter in front of him, seeing the young demon open the door.

"Morning." Eiro replied, slowly setting down the bag over his shoulder down on top of that counter. "I finished the requests I took with me last time. Five bags of Moonshade, ten bags Sulfuranum, and five liters birch water." The Imp replied, and got in total fifteen pouches as well as five metal bottles out of the bag.