MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 107

On the basis of facts, His Majesty the Demon King began to persuade him. As he asked new questions, he compared the Silent Council to the situation in the Eastern Region.

"We can ignore the annual salary issue, how is your accommodation?"

This was obviously a point of pride for Bailey, and she answered very succinctly.

"Of course it's luxurious! We have a big house with a view of the lake bottom from the window."

The monster emperor actually gave them a nest, hoping that they would live in a nest like the monsters, but Bailey and Al couldn't stand it, they still prefer a spacious high The high space is more like some kind of bloodline nature.

So, they got a big house, although it is inevitable to feel empty after living for a long time, Bailey and Al still take care of the house beautifully every day.

Because this is—

The only place they could call home.

However, Ansair shook his head secretly in his heart. On the surface, it was a lake view room, but in fact it was a lake bottom room. Even if the lighting problem was not considered, the lake was dark and damp, which drove away the water element. Magic can't completely strip the water element, and it will be damp all year round. The two brothers and sisters still live in a big house. The bigger the house is, the better. Cleaning is a big problem.

But his Demon Palace is different!

Not only is it in a region with a pleasant climate, but also surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, the sun is shining every day, and the fragrance of flowers is overwhelming. The geographical location is also very advantageous. There are large shopping malls within two kilometers of the palace. Turn left to the market, and turn right to the citizen library, which is convenient for travel.

"How are your colleagues, friendly?"

This made Bailey stumped. You must know that among the aliens in the Silent Council, they were also aliens, and there was no communication at all. Later, he obeyed the monster emperor, surrounded by monsters who couldn't speak, and the monsters who could communicate did not have any hobby of communicating with each other at all.

“…I don’t usually talk much, but my colleagues are very obedient!”

Anse Elton shook his head in his heart, they are not like this in the Devil's Palace, the people inside are super nice and friendly, and you can make many good friends as soon as you enter. Especially his ministers, all of them are lively, lovely, gentle and honest, and there is no conflict between colleagues at all. It is a heaven-level workplace.

In fact, the ministers who live in the palace fighting drama every day: "..."

After this comparison, Ansair felt that he really had no problems at all, and all the conditions far exceeded the environment where the twins were located. Since there is no problem on his side, the key to recruiting is the identity of the twins.

Even if it is really suitable, Ansel will never accept creatures with monster blood, that is the bottom line.

The experienced Demon King thought for a while, and then asked.

"Actually, I've always been curious, as a parliament of mixed races, will there be a problem of racial discrimination within the Silent Parliament?"

Multi-racial coexistence will always face such problems, which is exactly the case in the demon world. There are always some races that will be viewed with tinted glasses, such as succubus. After Ansel came to power, laws were implemented and racial discrimination was strictly prohibited, and those more special races were gradually integrated into the demon society.

Perhaps because she is an angel, but is in the devil world, Ansel's attitude towards racial issues is undoubtedly clearer.

—He loves his people equally.

There were so many small talk before, but this question changed Gemini's expression, obviously touched the sore spot. I saw them surrounding Ansi Er from left to right. Although they still had a smile on their faces, what they said was the threat of being touched against scales.

"We don't want to answer that question."

"Brave, don't mention it again."

The words revealing fangs only exchanged Ansair's calm expression. He was not afraid at all, but just as the twins approached, he raised his hand slightly and touched the tops of their hair. Probably because they are quite confident in their own bodies, heroes without holy swords can't hurt them at all. The twins only don't open their heads at first, and when Ansi Er touches them again, they are not so repulsive.

The twins felt a little warm at this time.

—no one has ever treated them so intimately.

My own race is an inverse scale. Strictly speaking, the twins do not belong to any race in this world. Al was born a few minutes late, maybe he didn't remember, but Bailey remembered, she remembered the first time they were born.

They were born from a few drops of angel blood, created from death by alchemists. After losing the angel, the alchemist was almost hysterical, and he desperately wanted to use all his alchemy methods to bring the angel back.

Blood, as long as there is blood, alchemy can create a miracle of resurrection!

Invest in the blood of angels, invest in elements related to light, a little bit of flowers and clouds... The alchemist is doing his best to create, and the last thing to invest is closely related to wings.

However, until this time, the alchemist was still delusional.

He failed to let the angel fall to the sky, and the angel was already dead, so in the process of resurrection, he may still...can achieve what he wants?

Therefore, he accidentally dropped the wings of the white dove in his hand, tore a black-winged bone-eating bird in half, and threw it into the huge container.

What will be born after that will be all of his dreams—a fallen angel who will never return to heaven.

But...

The embryo is divided in half in the container, like two fish. The one on the right has female features and wears a single black wing; the one on the left has male features and wears a single black wing on the opposite side.

—These are twins with missing wings.

Angels have already hated him to such an extent that the blood of angels would rather be divided and reincarnated, and would never converge into the original angel.

The alchemist cried out in front of the huge container, exhausted his physical and mental strength, and everything could not be turned around.

【Beliar…】The alchemist desperately called the name of the angel who would never return, 【Beliar…】

He didn't notice that in the container, the older sister opened her eyes at this moment. The sound-conducting vessel brought the alchemist's voice in, and she heard the name.

Belial.

Although it was the first time I heard it, I felt it was important and warm.

And they have two, so the name also needs to be split.

It's called—

Berry and Al.

Born in alchemy, they are a freak of freaks. The alchemist died, the manor was deserted, and the twins wandered. They heard that the Council of Silence was able to accept aliens, so they happily went there, but they were not witches, werewolves, vampires or gargoyles. They were among the aliens...

It's still two little monsters.

Being hesitant and alone, monsters should stay with monsters.

Not to mention that the emperor of the monsters is extremely powerful, and if they do not surrender, the old witch will be their fate.

But Bailey found that she didn't hate the hero's touch either. She and Al looked at each other, and the thought of not wanting to let go became stronger. Not only the witch's disciple Jasmine, but even the hero, they have to bring him back together and hide him!

They didn't know what His Majesty the Demon King, who seemed to be gently touching their head, was thinking.

His Majesty the Demon King thought seriously—

If the twins continue to threaten him, he will dunk their heads to the ground by touching their heads!

Suddenly, he heard that one of the twins was probably feeling comfortable, and said proudly.

"We don't know the racism you're talking about, and it won't fall on us anyway. After all, we are the real blood of angels!"

"Belli!"

"Oops..."

In an instant, Ansair connected all the previous cause and effect. This pair of twins may have been created by an alchemist with the blood of an angel. the little monster, and the angel's real name may be...

Belial!

***

In the simulated witch hunt venue, the witchers in charge of the tour have assembled and moved to the high platform guarded by many long bridges without disturbing other witchers as much as possible. Sylvia, the head of the Witcher Club, directed the entire operation. While mobilizing her hands, she sighed helplessly on her forehead.

"Really, this should have been told earlier..."

It is quite a big thing to pick up the little black cat of the Silence Council, who is still the disciple of the old witch. But Sylvia also understands that she understands Ansel's actions, and the biggest possibility is that she does not want to involve the witcher club out of her own judgment.

Sylvia's expression moved slightly, she was grateful to Ansair for the sake of the Witcher Club, but now that she knew about it, as the principal, she should also make her own choice .

Should I go to the muddy waters of the Silence Council, or do I have nothing to do with it? Perhaps the latter is more in line with the prudent and protective attitude that the principal should have.

Sylvia slowly closed her eyes, and after a while, she raised her eyes with a firm expression.

She has made up her mind.

"Now, Mr. Rhine, the witch disciple is right by your side?" Sylvia confirmed in the communication, Rhine nodded, thinking that only his voice could be heard at the other end of the communication , answered again.

"Yes, this is what Ans... the boss meant."

Sylvia immediately requested.

"Can I speak to the witch disciple?"

Rhine was silent for a moment.

"But, witch disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, the little black cat who was already anxious to death in his pocket jumped up and screamed at his cell phone.

"Meow Meow Meow Meow!"

The witch disciple Jasmine, willing to talk!

Silvia: "…"

Rhein: "...that's what I want to say. Except for the boss who can roughly judge what Jasmine means, no one can understand what she's talking about."

Can't talk, can't listen? Sylvia changed her strategy and said to the kitten on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Jasmine, I'm Sylvia, the head of the Witcher Club. Now, I have a plan to rescue Ansel, and I need your cooperation at risk..."

Sylvia knew very well that no matter how arrogant the two twins from the Silent Council were, as long as Ansel drew the holy sword, the game would be over. Therefore, she mobilized a large number of demon hunters and scattered them to various points of the ruins, all just to create an opportunity for Ansi Er to draw out the holy sword!

She needs to use the witch disciple to attract the attention of the other party, and wait for the opportunity to activate all the previous arrangements, create turmoil, and create opportunities.

Cat ears perked up, listening to the plans on the other end of the phone. Molly was frightened at first, when she hid in Rhine's pocket.

She heard the familiar voice of the twins, one of the nightmares that had been ordered to chase her, accompanied by the tension of hiding in the dark alleys and holding their breath countless times, and searching in the trash can Difficulty eating. At that moment, she was trembling all over, wanting to stay in Rhine's pocket all the time... Maybe the other party will just leave when she finds out that she is not here.

But they kidnapped Ansel, and they're sure they're nearby.

There is no escape.

To face it!

, must first...

"How? Can you understand the plan?"

Jasmine begins to meow.

"Meow meow meow, meow meow."

She has a place that needs to be clarified, but Sylvia doesn't understand.

Meow!

Jasmine looked in pain.

Sure enough, the sky will fall upon the kittens and cats, and we must first... overcome the language barrier!

Rhine discovered a blind spot.

"Can you write?"

Yes.

She followed the old witch to the Witch University doctorate!

Rhein: "…"

Cats are more educated than him!

All arrangements are being carried out in an orderly manner, and most of the witchers who participated in the simulated witch hunt are unaware of it and continue to hunt. This time, Yun Jian was fortunately not shouldering heavy responsibilities. He was not good at negotiating, so Sylvia sent another second-class star over.

"Edward will take care of them and everything will go according to plan."

The gathering of human beings could not conceal the perception of the Demon King, and Ansi Er was still covered with a net, staying with the fallen angel twins. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and together with the fallen angels, they raised their heads in a certain direction.

He saw Rhine, Anthony and Joey, who came together, and the second-class star witcher who had a relationship in the town. I saw this witcher wearing a Panama hat, nearly forty years old, looking like a handsome middle-aged gentleman, looking calmly in the direction of Ansel.

"Here are you."

Ansel said calmly, but she was thinking.

You are here.

As it happens, his interview is over.