MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 117

When the head maid Fuya came, it was snack time in the morning, and she brought her new dessert for the venerable majesty who is diligent in government affairs.

Anseyer stared at the lively snack, it was indeed alive, only to see two thin edible fiber hands stretched out from the round snack, holding up a small banner around Shaking, the banner reads—

【To the great Demon King! 】

Faced with such a lovely round dessert, His Majesty the Demon King put one hand on his forehead.

How dare you eat this…

"Your Majesty?"

"No, it's nothing." Ans Aier took a bite of a round snack. The snack was very interesting, half of his head was lost, and he still remembered respectfully dedicating the banner to Ans Aier with both hands , this banner is also edible.

It's magical and cute.

"You just returned to the devil world recently, but you are too tired." Fuya put the dinner plate on her chest and smiled softly, "So I made some new desserts, if I can exchange them for You can relax for a moment, and it will be better."

Ansier's eyes softened, he was born to work hard, but he didn't feel too tired. Ke Fuya insisted, saying that now he has to manage both the demon world and the human world, and he really has too many things on his back.

"There is Baimon in the human world to help me follow up, but there is not much pressure."

He relieved Fuya, and then came to the main topic.

"I met Morag from the Poisonous Dessert Research Association just now." Ansi Er explained the previous job, "Do you remember him, Fuya? In the meantime, he's here."

The head maid nodded with a smile, and pulled out a short knife from under the dinner plate.

"You mean, assassinate him?"

No no no no! no!

Anseyer believed in Foya's ability and would definitely let him see Morag's head in an hour, and he denied it repeatedly, saving Morag's life.

"Now, Amon is safely in the human world, and the great alchemist Astaru, the king of the Western Regions, has gone to conduct joint research with Amon. Their research results determine our acceptance of down trend."

Fuya smiled again and drew the knife.

"Are you going to assassinate the king of the Western Regions? It's a bit difficult, but as long as it's your order..."

Neither!

Anseyer realized later that he should not detour with Fuya. He should have known from more than 300 years ago that this succubus is a mutant, pretending to be good at his sister's tavern during the day, and turning into a magical girl at night... ah no! They will put on night clothes and go with a group of young girls to punish evil and promote good.

Even if she becomes the head maid now, assassination is still her main business.

"I should have said it directly." He sighed, looked at the head maid who was bewildered and tilted his head and said, "Levi, the Demon King of the Southern Region, has had some changes recently, regarding the alchemist. I think The intelligence agency on the palace side failed to find out, and using more aggressive means may cause diplomatic problems, so I would like to ask you to accompany us this afternoon, and we will go to the old place."

Before, there was a situation that the palace intelligence department could not find out. Levi even went deep into the Eastern Region and saw Amon. So this time, Ans El plans to use his old friends to investigate in the name of the people.

This time, the head maid understood. She still smiled and drew the knife.

"Is it the assassination of the Southern Demon King Levi? It's a challenging job, I'll take it."

The tone has completely changed to the assassin of the year!

But Anse Er was silent for a moment, and only made some corrections.

"...the target is right, it can be assassinated. But it's too dangerous, don't do that."

The head maid bowed meekly.

"It is your will."

The city of Suberbian under the control of the devil also has a dark side, and Fuya was one of them. Even though he doesn't wash his hands now, he still keeps in touch, so every time Ans El needs strength in this area, he will pass through Foya. He glanced at his schedule for the afternoon, he could still squeeze in time, and he wanted to go out to relax his mind.

His Majesty the Demon King had lunch and changed into a simpler uniform. He closed his long hair with one hand and pulled it upwards from the middle. The illusion magic was activated, and the long hair suddenly turned into half-long hair. The color also looked much duller, showing a frosted silver-gray.

The demons in Suberbian read newspapers every day, and they were all too familiar with His Majesty the Demon King. If Ansel wanted to go out on patrol, he had to learn to fight wit and courage with his people.

The demons living in Suberbian City also know that their Majesty is a wandering madman in micro-servers, and the people even happily launched the "Find His Majesty" activity. They will pay close attention to every grocery buyer who picks the potatoes of the devil with them, and pay attention to every passerby who asks about the harvest in the field. It is true that even the driver who drives the dragon car and chats with it will not let go!

Because it may be Your Majesty!

For example, now, taking the opportunity to leave the palace in the afternoon, His Majesty the Demon King squatted in front of a tomato stall.

The stall owner reported the number, and sure enough, Ansel frowned.

"Are your tomatoes, big or small, so expensive?"

The stall owner is obviously very smart in selling vegetables. He is too familiar with this type of customer, and immediately retorted.

"What you said means that some of them are grown by themselves. Those who are exactly the same size are terrible. Many of them are ripened by alchemy and are not healthy." He also added, "Anyway, I can pick it here too, you can pick a bigger one."

Ansier picked some tomatoes with experience, and the stall owner immediately put the tomatoes on the crystal scale. Unexpectedly, Ansair took the lead, touched the scale, and made sure that nothing was moved, before nodding to the stall owner.

"Weigh it."

The stall owner suddenly moved in his heart, and he repeatedly looked at Ans Air who was squatting in front of the tomato stall. The other party has silver-gray semi-long hair in a noble tone, and his clothes are simple but elegant. Behind him is a maid wearing a black and white maid dress. The maid has framed eyes that cover most of her face and is always smiling.

Hi, is this…

"You are..."

The more the stall owner thought about it, the more he felt right, and slapped his thigh.

"You are from the Market Supervision Bureau!"

Ansi Er, who thought she was recognized as the Demon King: "…"

He sighed in relief and nodded slightly.

"That's right."

The stall owner was happy and immediately took a stand.

"Don't worry, I have fresh fruits and vegetables here, all of which have passed the quarantine, the prices are reasonable, and the booth fee has been paid. There is absolutely no violation of any market regulations."

Ansel smiled.

"I see, it's good."

The stall owner suddenly felt a little dizzy. He didn't understand why he would be so happy to be praised by a market administrator who came out to check, but he was happy!

Anseyer asked the price of vegetables again, picked up a few bags, checked the garbage disposal and recycling of waste vegetables in the market, and talked to the old demons in the surrounding residential areas. The wife chatted for a while. Although there are some small problems, the overall situation is quite good, the prices have not fluctuated, the residents are living comfortably, and everything in Suberbian is developing for the better.

The Demon King is pleased.jpg

The observation of people's livelihood is just by the way. The place where Ansel and Fuya are going is a very old tavern.

The pub is located in a deep alley, but it is crowded. The regular customers accumulated over the years are enough to maintain daily operations, and even keep busy. From the moment he entered the alley, Ansier was paying attention to Fuya's mood, and he found that the curvature of the head maid's lips really dropped by that degree.

This tavern was the first building that Ansair entered after entering Suberbian City. The dusty traveler was carrying the package presented by the Demon King Theros, with two notices from Master Wang and the Alchemist in his arms, and stopped under the warm greeting of the tavern owner.

【Travelers from afar, welcome to Suberbian, the city of flowers! 】

【Come in and sit? There's fresh toast, good wine to warm up, and cheap accommodation on the second floor. 】

The succubus boss is gorgeous and moving, but there is no succubus in his smile. Such a smile made the traveler stop unknowingly, but thinking about his empty pockets, he spoke honestly.

[I have no money. 】

The succubus boss didn't seem to be surprised, even though Ansel replied, she still smiled.

[So, will it work? 】

[You can wash the dishes. 】

—This suffering city of flowers has opened its arms to travelers.

In a somewhat...weird way?

By washing the dishes.

Anse Er stopped at the entrance of the alley, he looked at Fuya seriously.

"Fuya, you can..."

"No, don't worry about me, Your Majesty." The curvature of the corner of Fuya's mouth rose again, "You are very kind, and you don't even want to mention any related words in front of me. But it doesn't matter, Your Majesty , I am very happy, there are still many people who still remember her."

Sometimes, reminiscence is a pain.

But more often, recall means not yet forgotten.

Fuya's eyes reflected the figure of the Demon King. To be disrespectful, she still remembered the day when His Majesty first came to the tavern. My sister arranged food, lodging and hot water for this embarrassed traveler, taking in each other like every passer-by who has a hard life.

Many of these passers-by who received her sister's favor were ungrateful, and the young Fuya hated these people. But because of her sister's request, she brought hot water with a sullen face, leaned against the door, and took him to work after the other party took a bath.

There are many demons who don't want to work and stay in the room to be rogues, but this traveler is unusually fast.

[…I sorted it out, thank you. 】

Dangerous areas made Fuya have a little respect for the other party, and at the moment when the other party pushed the door out, Fuya knew what it meant to be "brilliant"!

The original gray cloak was washed and cut to wrap the half-length hair, but there were still a few strands of hair that jumped out, like interesting silver-white threads interspersed between the gray cloth. The tone of the hair is so light, but the pair of pupils that are intentionally drooping are extremely gorgeous, golden and red, like a sunken sunset.

The traveler always kept his eyes down, and his long eyelashes covered most of his eyes. He saw Fuya who was standing at the door, and after waiting patiently for a while, he couldn't help but speak.

[I have it sorted, now...]

【Can you take me to wash the dishes? 】

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Girl Fuya: …washing the dishes? Damn it!

This is where Ans's dedication to part-time work begins.