Chapter 19: Entrust It To Me
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I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 19: Entrust It To Me

“Thank you,” Joseph said instinctively and these words were his innermost sentiments indeed. Even though his suspicions and wariness hadn’t diminished, he was sincerely grateful.

Joseph sat up straight, his heavy body placing immense stress on this old deckchair, causing it to produce a loud creak. Wincing, he decided he might as well stand up.

The bookstore owner waved his hands dismissively and said, “It’s alright, helping customers is just something I ought to do. Anyway, how are you feeling now?”

Joseph moved his joints and muscles, then made a clenched fist, creating a sound akin to a bow string being drawn taut. It was as if this fist was a drawn bow full of accumulated energy that would display extremely startling power when released.

He took a deep breath, his mind in a state of calm. Unlike past situations where he was tormented by delusions, his senses were exceptionally clearer. This was an unprecedented state of relaxation.

There were still some remnants of Candela’s sentiments.

Serenity, elation, comfort...

Unable to control himself, a relieved smile appeared on Joseph's face. This feeling of being at his peak had finally returned after two years.

Lin Jie watched from the side as his lips twitched slightly. If this uncle’s fist struck someone, it would very likely be fatal. He now felt his conjecture had been rather spot-on.

This stance, he really has the vibe of a military man… That austere look and that dangerous aura that makes one’s hairs stand on end.

“I’m good now. Never been better,” Joseph nodded as he withdrew his clenched fist and adopted a normal posture.

Deep down, he mulled over what the bookstore owner had said. Helping customers is something I ought to do… Does he mean to say he adopts a neutral stance and helps any customer regardless of who they are?

Even a heinous and cruel black magician like Wilde, or a crushed knight hell-bent on vengeance like myself. No, this seems more like a messed up desire to be kind. Anyone who steps into this bookstore would receive help from this owner.

Joseph had only seen this modus operandi amongst one community—elves.

A minority race from ancient times that had yet to die out till this day, elves were beings with long lifespans, graceful and adept in many arts.

Joseph felt that the vibe of this bookstore owner before him was really similar to them.

Only with a long lifespan would one lose desire to determine between good and evil and instead spend his time pursuing new interests.

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Translator Notes

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Special thanks to Tetra & Aco for editing and pr-ing
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