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Chapter 269 Reminiscing with Cress

There was naturally a reason why Azarez didn't stay by Felissa's side.

He and Cress always had some old issues to talk about. In order to reach peace and cooperation with Fred as soon as possible, persuading Cress was of course the first priority.

However, Vincent still had something to say to Cress, so he waited outside the prison cell. There was a door separated from Cress's cell. The conversation between Vincent and Cress could be clearly transmitted to his ears.

Although she was a prisoner, Kress did not sit still and wait for death. No demon would give up easily, so she carefully arranged her long hair and sat upright on the ground when she was not sleeping, waiting for someone to come.

But she didn't expect that the first person to come would be Vincent. She originally thought she would see the crown prince first, or at worst the future crown princess.

Faced with the person who betrayed her, Kress did not show any negative emotions. Winner or loser, loser is a loser. There is no point in worrying about betrayal. Besides, if the demons want to worry about betrayal, why not do anything else?

It's over.

So Cress just glanced at Vincent indifferently: "Why are you? You are not qualified to interrogate me."

"I just came to see you," Vincent dragged a chair in front of the cage and sat down. "It seems that you are doing well?" At least you are in good spirits. After all, you have only been locked up for a few days.

With Cress's will, she won't be defeated so easily.

This kind of verbal exchange was not noticed by Cress, and she responded lightly: "It's not because of you."

But Vincent unexpectedly hit the snake with a stick and asked bluntly: "Then do you blame me?"

If she hadn't heard that Vincent was deliberately irritating her, she would have spent so many years in the demon clan in vain.

"What's your fault?" Cress leaned back and changed into a comfortable sitting position. She was facing Vincent, not Fred, and she sneered and replied, "I only blame myself for being blind."

She had doubted Vincent's true purpose of coming to seek refuge with her. She was not even willing to let Vincent get involved in military affairs and only let him perform the duties of the city lord. But even so, she still fell into the trap and was about to leave the human race completely.

Moment.

Who would have thought that Vincent, who had a grudge against the nobles, would side with them this time.

At this point, no matter how many explanations were given, they were all excuses, but Vincent still sighed and tried to argue a few words for what he had done: "Cress, you know very well that I am saving you."

Cress also knew that although she incited the human race to start a rebellion, it was only a matter of time before the Royal Army defeated them, otherwise she would not have prepared an escape route early.

But being defeated in a confrontation and losing due to rebellion are two different things.

There is no point in pursuing the past. Cress knows this very well. She heard the vitality in Vincent's words. Since the human race keeps her useful, she still has a chance to escape.

"What do you want me to do?" She avoided talking about Vincent's betrayal and asked calmly, "You didn't come to see me to tell me this nonsense, right?"

Cress quickly went on the road, and Vincent could only sigh in his heart that he was worthy of being a demon. The consciousness of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages was engraved in his bones.

"There's someone I think you'd like to meet." Vincent stood up and walked out.

Azarez walked in and sat down on the chair that Vincent dragged over: "Long time no see, Cress."

The last time they met was on execution day.

Seeing the appearance of Azarez, Cress was surprised, but not too surprised. It would be better to say that the last piece of the puzzle that she had doubted in her heart was finally completed.

She had sent people to keep an eye on Vincent, and Vincent didn't do anything unusual, at least on the surface, which meant that he had an accomplice, and this accomplice was far more slippery than she thought. How could she

There is no trace of him. If this accomplice is Azarez, there will be no surprise. Only the demons know their abilities, and the demon king is not that easy to catch.

A man who knows the current affairs is a wise man. Cress immediately figured out the situation, stood up and bowed her head respectfully and saluted: "Long time no see, Your Majesty."

This "Your Majesty" was called sincerely.

Azarez was not surprised. He looked at Cress: "You know what I'm here for, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Cress replied, "I am willing to serve you."

This is the answer template for the demon clan's return to life. Whenever the demon king summons his ministers, the ministers must say this, which is regarded as a kind of etiquette of the demon clan.

"There's no need to serve me." Azarez leaned lazily on the back of his chair, stretched out his hand and knocked on the iron door of the cell. The iron door made a dull echo, "You can come out of this prison first."

Cress immediately understood what Azarez meant: "What does Your Majesty want me to do?"

"I have formed an alliance with the royal family of the human race," Azarez said. "What you should say, what you should not say, and how you should say it are all up to you. In short, I need you to return to the demon race as soon as possible."

Azarez's alliance with the human race was completely within Kress's expectation. Although she didn't know how Azarez ended up in the human race's territory, it had nothing to do with her. She only needed to consider how to survive. As for whether she had betrayed the current demon king

It was completely out of her consideration.

"I understand," Cress responded quickly.

"Besides," Azarez glanced outside the door, on a whim, "This should be the last time you see Vincent."

Cress was noncommittal. The special relationship between her and Vincent was not something that could not be seen. What surprised her was that Azarez had time to meddle in such nosy matters.

Kress said calmly: "I'm going back to the Demon Clan. This time he has made a contribution to the human race. He will soon get a fief and become an official noble. We will never see him again in the future."

Azarez shook his head: "Vincent sold himself to Fred to save you. Even if he has made a meritorious service, he can no longer be the person he is on the surface."

Although Fred has not yet made it clear how he will arrange Vincent, according to Safi's idea, Vincent will probably be wiped out from the public eye, that is, become a dead soldier.

Dead soldiers have no freedom, or even existence.

A trace of emotion flashed across Cress's eyebrows, and then she turned into such a cold expression: "That has nothing to do with me anymore."

Azarez just mentioned this. According to the always indifferent style of the demons, he would ask about something that was unprecedented in the previous sentence. Asking more would be nosy.

It seems that he has indeed been influenced by his eldest lady these days and has the leisure to pay attention to such things that have nothing to do with him.

He had already worked hard for Vincent, but it wasn't his fault that Cress didn't appreciate it.

Azarez's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at Vincent who was guarding the door through the door, and shrugged.

(End of chapter)