After hearing Diomedes's words, Woo Manyeo carefully examined the soul of this human man.
It was gray and murky, somewhat chaotic.
Aside from that, there was nothing special about it and there was certainly no label indicating how much it was worth.
So… what determined the value of a soul?
Could this senior demon Diomedes truly see the value of a soul or was he simply lowering the price as part of the negotiation?
He did not rashly interrupt their conversation.
That was a major taboo during a transaction.
As a newcomer who understood nothing, one had to actively move forward, but try to cause as little trouble as possible.
Only by learning more could he establish himself firmly in a new workplace.
The reason he rushed out this time was because he was worried that if he was too slow, he would not be able to come out at all.
He had heard that extra demons had to squeeze their way out and as a newly born demon, he would definitely not be able to push through.
In the human world, no experienced worker in any position was willing to mentor a newcomer.
If they taught poorly, they would be blamed.
If they taught well, they might even be replaced.
Not to mention the extra workload that came with training.
That was why he tried his best to learn as much as possible about the business processes of hell on his own.
Otherwise, those lazy colleagues in hell would never teach him.
Enzo's determination to make the deal began to waver.
The consequences of going to hell gradually became clearer in his mind.
Would going to hell be miserable? What would happen to him? Would he become a demon? Just like these two demons?
Enzo hesitated, not daring to speak.
Diomedes then spoke again. "But it's not completely worthless either."
Enzo hated how his heart was being toyed with by this cunning and deceitful demon.
He rising and falling with anxiety as he continued to ask, "Then… then how much is it worth? If… if I don't make the exchange… will there be any consequences?"
Enzo saw the male demon suddenly smile at him and taking on a very friendly expression. "Of course there won't be any consequences. If you don't want to make a deal, you can leave anytime and drive away. However…"
"Are you sure you don't want to make a deal? The richest man in the world, that might be beyond your worth. But a few million, even tens of millions, that's still within reach."
Woo Manyeo quickly calculated the exchange rate in his mind.
Tens of millions in Brithelm currency would be several hundred million in his previous currency.
Was this bald middle-aged man's soul really worth that much? Why couldn't he see it at all? Could it be because he was just a newly transformed little demon?
Enzo had originally thought that a demon would offer at most a few hundred thousand.
After all, he was so ordinary and unremarkable.