MTL - Mr. Zhan’s Little Demon is All Grown up - Chapter 198 Compensation of three million

You have a new wish order.

[Wanshiwu Ayin wants a large sum of money to repay the debt, and the reward is Shiraiyasha’s combat experience]

[Gourmet hunter Alu wants to taste delicious ingredients that he has never eaten before, and the reward is a gourmet cell]

[Demon Slayer Squad swordsman Zuihei Inosuke wants a precious sword that cuts ghosts like mud, and the reward is the beast’s breathing method]

[Illya wants to summon the strongest servant to win this Holy Grail War, the reward is the Little Holy Grail]

[Valkyrie Brunhilde is looking for the strongest human being. In order to defeat the gods, what is the reward? ? ? 】

. . . . . .

Gustaves Abel has responded to prayers from various worlds countless times.

Although he is a mortal, he is like a god.

One day, when he suddenly looked back, he realized that he had already stood on top of the world.

And everything in the story has to be told from the boy who escaped from the white town that day…

(Old Faceless returns to Pirate’s new work, let us set sail again!)

- Description from novelbuddy

Qin Xi had been reborn. She was reborn in 1983 when her family married her off to a fool, and she had accidentally inherited the Mysterious Doctor techniques on the day of her rebirth. She only had four bare walls of the house? She was bullied by others? Qin Xi looked down at her own hands and her medical skills and decided to start her journey of self-improvement. Since then, with silver needles in hand, she has not only cured her foolish husband, but she also schemed and kicked out her outrageous relatives, leading to her husband’s family becoming prosperous…After successfully becoming a wealthy woman, Qin Xi thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, her husband hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear, “Darling, we haven’t had children yet…”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.