MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 10

Cerros did not fight against Ansel for nothing.

Before the iris flag fluttered over Suberbian City, Ceros just sat on his Frost Knot Throne, calmly watching the endless war in the Eastern Region.

[Wait another thirty years, Your Majesty. 】

The loyal prime minister Naberis bowed to him, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his tone.

[Wait another 30 years, the Eastern Region will be exhausted in terms of materials and people's hearts, and then is our chance! 】

Opportunities? That's right, this is the opportunity the Asmodeus family has been waiting for.

The swan family crest shines behind the throne, the black swan flying from the ice field, the red eyes burning with the ambition of the ice field fire. After the fall of the demon god, his crown was divided into three parts and fell on the land of the demon world, so the demon world was governed by three demon kings, forming a stable triangular structure, but maybe every demon king thought about one thing—

Collect the crowns and ascend to the throne!

However, the Asmodeus family, as a family of demon kings, also has ancestral teachings—

Unless the other two kings are completely weakened, the family should prioritize the stability of the demon world.

At that time, the Eastern Territory was full of wars, and the Southern Territory lords had just supported Levi, who was once a demon lord. The demon king with dark blue eyes sat on the throne for a few seconds, and behind him was the stationary gear of fate, the phantom of the demon kings from the Asmodeus family.

soon...soon...

The ambition of the Asmodeus family…

However.

"Click."

He seemed to hear the light click of a gear, and the huge and lonely world began to turn. On the Demon King's Road, where the end could be seen at a glance, a flag of a different color suddenly flew up. The flag was in full bloom with irises, and the flag belonged to Ansel.

Under the red iris flag, the white-haired demon king issued a provocative invitation to him.

[You and I, one on one. 】

【Dare? 】

***

That was the test.

Anseyer grabbed his horns and acted in denial.

Theros secretly cast his gaze in the direction of Ans El, and found that the other party was just blindly focusing on the document, unaware of his gaze.

It has been two hundred and fifty years, no matter how busy the construction of Suberbian City is, it should be on the agenda, right?

But Ans-El has none, not even now, still, attentively, processing, documents.

Cerros: "…"

Anseyer was unaware of all this, he didn't go back that day and stayed in the big tent to work.

It was not the first day that he came and needed to settle down and rest. At this time, Ansi Er had fully devoted himself to the work of the Seventh Abyss Front. He read the battle reports one by one in the big tent. From time to time, generals or soldiers of different ranks were summoned to state what they had seen and heard in front of the Demon King.

But Ans Air is in a good mood because someone is still working with him. Of course that person is not Levy. Levy, who was greedy for pleasure, ran away early, and now he may be lying on the lap of some amorous demon, showing off his prestige as a demon king.

Ansair wanted to read a battle report, but the battle report was pressed by someone's elbow, so he reached out and dragged—

Of course it didn't move.

Anseyer took a deep breath, and out of the corner of his eye he glanced at someone's unhappy face, as if he had made a childish move of pressing the document with his elbow and not showing him Theros deity.

He pulled hard again, and the parchment was wrinkled.

Still not moving.

Of course, he can of course speak directly and say that he wants to see this document. At the moment of the overall situation, Ceros will probably only make things difficult for him with a little yin and yang, so he will show him, but... Ans Air How could this **** get his wish?

He pulled out harder and harder, and the elbow was pulled back harder and harder. The two sides exerted their strength to a certain extent, and Ansi Er pressed the corner of his mouth that he wanted to raise, and let go with a "swoosh".

Cerros was caught off guard, the parchment under his elbow rubbed against the other, making a slight rubbing noise. The voice seemed extremely rude in the almost silent big tent.

Aha!

Ansel is happy.

It may be that the happy emotions impacted the brain, and Anse Er felt a little tired. He glanced at the time. He had been working continuously for a long time, and his efficiency was declining. It would be better to take a break, so he stood up.

"… my head can't turn, I'm going to have a drink."

The front of the seventh abyss has been going on for half a year, and the corresponding supporting facilities have gradually been completed. In addition to military institutions and temporary buildings, there are also some shops and bars here. Soldiers relax. Of course, if you want to buy alcohol at a bar, you need to prove that you don't have a job the next day.

Theros hadn't calmed down from what happened just now, but his tone was okay, but the sarcasm was still indispensable.

"Can't you do this?"

Ansier was noncommittal about his mockery.

"Continuous work is not a good thing. You have been a demon king for a thousand years. You should understand this better than me." He raised his eyes slightly and invited casually, "Are you coming too?"

It doesn't matter if you don't come, just stay here.

Although it sounds insincere, at least it is an invitation, and it is an invitation from Ansel. Ceros Merlan's vertical pupils stagnated for a moment, and he seemed a little unbelievable, confirming the general observation of Ansi Er's expression. Ansier was calm at first, but after waiting for three seconds, he turned his face.

"Never mind."

He turned his head and left, and after a while, he heard a slight movement behind him.

For some reason, Ansel felt a little better. When they came out of the big tent, the cauldron outside was still simmering the rainwater, and the guard demon immediately saluted respectfully, and Ans El raised his hand casually and called out.

Screams kept coming from the cauldron, and as soon as new rainwater was poured in, a tragic scream was aroused. But Ansier has no mercy in his heart. As long as he thinks that these larvae in the rain are not found, they will emerge as enemies behind the front line, and Ansier can't restrain his coldness.

Theros stood beside him and looked at the pot. After a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Did you feel like..."

Anseyer froze slightly, thinking he was going to say something important.

"What?"

"...a little fragrant."

“…”

Not to mention, the more you cook, the more fragrant it is. Ansair had smelled this fragrance in the tent before, and thought it was the cafeteria that was going to start dinner, but it turned out that it came from this pot.

The fragrance reminded him of the cake in the morning.

"Do you want to eat?" Ansier blinked, "I'll serve you a bowl?"

His Majesty the Demon King with dark blue eyes immediately looked at him with the eyes of a patient.

At this moment, a young demon hurried over, holding a spoon and bowl in his hand.

"Your Majesty Ann, Ansair! I heard you need a bowl just now? I got it for you!"

Even though he was a subordinate of the Demon Lord Levi, the young demon couldn't help but be extra diligent in the face of a beautiful Demon Lord like Ansel. He listened to it by the side, and hurried to complete the request of His Majesty the Demon King.

Ansier was stunned for a few seconds, unable to hold back, and laughed out loud.

Theros looked at him with indescribable words, and then looked at the overly attentive young demon with some cold eyes. How could the young demon resist the pressure of the Demon King, his hands and feet numb with fright, but Ansier was the one who saved the siege.

"Don't make it difficult for young people."

He waved to the young demon, and the young demon bowed and quickly stepped back. Ceros snorted from his nose, but he didn't stop him. Of course, he wouldn't drop the price to the point of worrying about such trivial matters as ordinary demons.

Just…

The two continued to walk in the direction of the tavern, and he saw Ansel's white hair reflecting the dim skylight.

Ansair seems to be easily treated with courtesy.

…for some reason, he started to feel a little unhappy.

The more attentive treatment was still to come. Theros sat expressionlessly behind the bar of the tavern, watching the fashionably dressed shadow magician bartender meticulously carve a hockey puck for Ans El. The ice puck fell into the empty cup, the size was just right, and while it was spinning, it reflected the splendor.

The Demon King is on tour, and this small tavern is temporarily cleared for one hour.

"Good craftsmanship." Ansair praised with a smile, but when the bartender wanted to make a special drink named after His Majesty the Demon King for him, he stopped the other party's move.

"Pomegranate juice is good, there is still work to be done."

Theros also made the same choice. The two Demon Kings are obviously very responsible and do not intend to enjoy themselves on the front line.

Perhaps the rest time was relaxing, or the pomegranate juice was sweet and sour. At this time, Ans Air's attitude towards Ceros was simply pleasant.

"Look!" He showed Ceros the cup and the puck inside, "Is it round?"

The eyes of the demon king with dark blue eyes revealed disgust.

A mere ball, look how happy he is.

"It's great if you like it!" He smiled brightly, remembering that there was a demon next to him, and he couldn't be left out, so he asked earnestly.

"Your Majesty Ceros, may I also carve a puck for you?"

Cerros: Huh.

Who wants your ball.

"Give him one too, poor..." Ans El smiled and drank pomegranate juice, the chair beside him rattled slightly, he noticed that Theros stood up, so he cast doubts eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Theros directly lifted the baffle of the bar and walked into the bar. The Shadow Fiend bartender was so frightened by him that he quickly stepped back and made room. He washes his hands slowly, puts on special gloves, and picks up ice cubes in one hand and a carving knife in the other.

Accompanied by the small sound of "chacha", the ice chips splashed, and finally he spread his hand to Ansel, and in his hand was a crystal clear rose in full bloom.

Isn't that much better than a ball?

Ansel was a surprise.

"I didn't expect you to do this."

"The frozen abyss I rule is full of ice and snow."

Serros is quite confident when it comes to the skills of ice and snow carving.

He even put the ice rose into the empty glass like a real bartender, then poured the red pomegranate juice, and finally pushed it to Ansel. As for the cup that holds the hockey puck, it's unnecessary.

Enjoyed the luxurious treatment of the Demon King's bartending, Ansi Er behaved like a good man and held up the cup with the ice rose.

The two of them drank another glass of pomegranate juice in peace, and they didn't talk in the middle, but the atmosphere was good. Unintentionally disturbing the ordinary demon soldiers on the front line for too long, after a short rest, the two demon kings left together as they did when they came.

Shadow Demon Bartender watched the two noble majesty leave, and regretted not having a few more words with the beautiful white-haired demon king, but he should be content. He started cleaning the bar, only to find that a glass was missing.

The cup containing the ice rose has been directly taken away by Ans Air.

“…just like it?”

Cerros asked, he was in a good mood again, even a little light, thinking it was a really good anniversary. He was a little taller than Ansel, and now he slowed his pace so that the two could be in sync.

"The two abysses under my jurisdiction rarely snow, and of course they feel very fresh."

Ansier replied, and the ice rose moved as he walked, dripping in the glass in his hand, the edge of which was still the bright red of pomegranate juice.

Theros glanced at him sideways, and said nothing. However, he felt that if he and Ans Air maintained this level of harmony on the front line, Ans Air would change his arrogance in all aspects, and maybe he would finally send an invitation to invite Ans Air to come to the ice. Come to the abyss and look at the flowers carved in the snow together.

—If Anse Er is willing to change his arrogance, especially on the new policy.

After pondering for a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Regarding your new trade policy..."

The author has something to say:

Ans: You and I, one on one, dare?

364: You and I, 1v1, I'm so daring!

I saw that someone in the comment area called Ceros with 364 and Ansair with 2422. I read it twice and was shocked.