"Don't think that unemployment is a trivial matter!" Freya leaned closer, raised a finger, and assumed a somewhat authoritative stance:

"You've never been to the heavenly realm, so you wouldn't know: there is also society and economic order in the heavenly realm. Many things, including buying things, require money, and money cannot be conjured through divine power. It can only be obtained through labor. If I lose my job, it will result in not being able to afford things, and life will definitely become difficult."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaole began to stroke his chin and raised a question that concerned him:

"Do gods starve if they don't eat?"

"They won't starve, but their stomachs will definitely hurt! And if you don't have income for a long time, you'll be treated as the lowest-class residents in the heavenly realm, and sooner or later, you'll be expelled to the mortal realm by the relevant angel authorities."

Not having money will result in having one's local household registration canceled. Wang Xiaole understood this implication; it was a very practical topic. Just like in some countries, if young people go to big cities and can't find a job, and if they don't have a house or a household registration, it wouldn't be strange for them to be sent back to their hometowns. Not all places have "assistance agencies," and the heavenly realm is not a welfare institution—it seems that idle gods are not supported.

Wang Xiaole already had a thorough understanding of why the gods hated the demon race, and his worldview had indeed been somewhat shaken. Although he had already anticipated it, Freya couldn't have given a conventional answer, but the response he heard just now was a bit twisted.

"That's all I have to say. Now you should understand that it's not a good idea to have dealings with the demon race, right?"

Looking at the goddess earnestly questioning, Wang Xiaole suddenly felt that she was a bit cute, not in terms of her appearance, but in terms of her personality.

So, how should he answer her?

Just as Wang Xiaole was pondering this question, the voice that belonged to Lucia, along with her footsteps, resounded.

"I thought it was someone dear approaching, but it turns out to be you demons with wings..."

Lucia, as the demon king, referred to angels and gods as demons. At this moment, she had a bottle of dark red liquid in her hand, presumably freshly squeezed chili sauce.

"I happened to overhear what you just said, and it seems you've been quite provocative in trying to ruin the relationship between me and my dear!"

"Dear? What have you done with this demon?"

One god and one demon turned their heads in the same direction in unison.

Now, Wang Xiaole could only introduce the two to each other while avoiding attracting attention.

After he finished speaking, the god and the demon both exclaimed "Oh" and then pointed at each other at the same time:

"Don't be fooled by her, this demon king is wicked!"

"Don't be fooled by her, this goddess is wicked!"

Even though they had just met for the first time, their tone of comment was as if they were talking about someone they had known for years.

Even if the two girls were arguing about an extraordinary topic, Wang Xiaole didn't have to worry about others hearing anything with those pairs of ears around him. Even the customers nearby, who were staring at Wang Xiaole with suggestive looks, couldn't make out the content of their conversation.

And speaking of their focus, it's never on the topic; due to this situation, the conversation between gods, demons, and humans was not interrupted and could continue.

"Freya just explained to me why the gods dislike the demon race. So, Sia, why can't your demon race get along with the gods?"

Lucia might be able to give a somewhat decent and reasonable answer, and Wang Xiaole was looking forward to it.

"The reason for hating the gods? I think it's because the demon race generally has a view that those guys are too ostentatious!"

"Well... does that work? Isn't the reason for hating a bit too impulsive?"

Upon hearing Lucia's answer, Wang Xiaole felt like his jaw had dislocated from extreme shock; he pressed down on his mouth with his right hand, wrist up, and with a click, struggled to put his jaw back in place.

"Humph, the demons are just like that! They've been this uncultured for countless years."

Although Freya despised the Demon King, she immediately reached out and took the chili sauce from Lucia, which was placed on the table.

She didn't know that it wasn't fruit juice, and Lucia hadn't even thought about it: she hadn't had time to secretly pour the liquid on the macaron, and the other person took the bottle proactively.

The demons are despicable, but the food is innocent; Freya put into action the principle of "not wasting food." At the moment when Wang Xiaole shouted "no," she still drank it without much thought...

But she was fine, at least she thought she was.

"Lick, lick, lick. The taste is good, very appetizing, just that my mouth feels a bit numb."

Her entire mouth swelled up and became like a sausage; if it didn't feel numb, that would be strange;

and she didn't even realize that something was wrong, demonstrating her remarkably strong taste buds' adaptability.

"Wait a moment! Let me get you some water."

Wang Xiaole rushed towards the shopkeeper. During the time he was away, the god and demon began...