Don't confiscate my citizenship

In this midsummer, the mansion next door to Lisandra's house is always brightly lit at night and music is playing.

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to after meeting Mr. McCarthy?"

Lysandra felt a little tired after the long trek home despite her work.

But since the other party took the initiative to invite me, I was surprised and felt that the opportunity was rare.

Going to the palace next door to see it is a rare kind of relaxation.

Maybe tomorrow I can tell it to the princess as new knowledge and interesting stories.

The only thing that made Lisandra feel a little nervous was that she was wondering if the other party was a demon that was too unattainable. After all, in the mouths of the demons, its existence was too mysterious.

"Don't worry about anything, he is not like any demon you imagined."

The serious butler Luca showed a rare smile, stopped briefly and said.

"..."

Lysandra followed the housekeeper through the path, and her vision suddenly broadened from the woods.

In the azure garden, male and female guests were like night moths, circling among the whispers, wine and stars.

At night when the tide surges, guests are seen jumping from the water's edge into the blue waves, or bathing in the moonlight on the beach. Several magic boats draw white ripples in the harbor, dragging water skis.

Luxurious magic vehicles transformed into buses, traveling to and from the city to pick up guests under the moonlight.

Gardeners who are as well-trained and agile as troops will clean the garden in real time with rags, brushes, hammers and garden shears, and transport peels and other garbage out.

Lysandra remembered that every morning when she set out for the palace, she would see dozens of baskets of freshly picked demon fruits delivered by growers on the outskirts of Necalis.

After walking through the external garden and walking into the restaurant, she understood that these fruits were cut into two, the cores were removed, and only the flesh was left. The magic device in the restaurant only required a simple operation by the waiter to make it fresh within half an hour. Squeeze hundreds of glasses of cold, fresh juice.

Standing in the lobby of this restaurant, Lisandra's eyes were instantly attracted by the brilliance above the sky.

The three-dimensional reliefs of the scrolls of the Gods carved on the dome are like stars, the magnificent wall lamps reflect the light-colored stone carvings, and countless bright light marks are carved on the pure chalk stone floor.

Reflecting up and down, it's like being in the age of the gods.

She couldn't help but marvel at what kind of artwork this demon clan had left behind.

Between the banquet tables, the silver candlesticks shone in the firelight, reflecting the shadows of light dancing in the air. The luxuriously dressed demons were holding dinner parties. They toasted to each other, and the sounds of laughter and conversation were heard. echoed in the banquet hall.

Intoxicated with gold and paper, extravagant luxury.

Unlike Lysandra, a declining noble family, the other guests here seemed to be the real upper-class dignitaries in Naikalis today. Some of the demons whose faces she recognized were the ones she didn't even dare to go near the palace on weekdays. The minister of the demon world said hello.

This halo made her feel a little dizzy for a moment.

When she came back to her senses, she found that the butler had already said goodbye and walked away, starting his busy work. A corresponding attendant also began to come to her side to guide her around the banquet.

The bar was busy, and drink trays were being delivered by waiters like flying.

This is the first time Lysandra has set foot on the McCarthy homestead.

She believed that there were not many guests invited tonight.

This is a membership-only high-end custom-made restaurant. Lisandra doesn't even know what the threshold is for becoming a member of this restaurant. She only knows that if she were not Mr. McCarthy's neighbor, she might not have the chance to set foot in such a palace.

"Thunder Lord Gareth Nokta, as a new noble, needs the noble blood of the royal family to prove the gold content of the Nokta clan. The preparations this time are not small."

When the sound reached Lysandra's ears, it was probably because she had limited concerns and knowledge, so the complicated information in the noise was passively filtered by her into the few words she could understand.

"The Greenwald family may have a better chance of winning. Orion Greenwald, the Minister of Mist, has a very deep background. It is said that he has found the strongest craftsman in the demon world to help him."

"I think Asmode Belphegor, the civil servant of Maya, has the most artistic talent and may be the most promising to impress the princess."

"In order to let the demons win, Lord Fallen made a lot of concessions. As long as the painting is submitted to the sealed gold cabinet on the first floor of the Regency Hall in the palace in the next week, Lord Fallen will unseal it and make it fair on the day of the ceremony, allowing the princess to make a public selection. Just her favorite painting will do.”

The lobby echoed with laughter and cheers, casual greetings, forgotten introductions, and lively chats among demons who didn’t know each other’s names. Various demon celebrities changed rapidly, sometimes swelling due to the addition of new demons, and sometimes scattering. , then reorganized.

Painting on the spot is difficult to predict in terms of time consumption and performance. Qing Luo simply lets the big demons paint on their own at the occasion they like and hand it in before the ceremony is finalized.

Lord Fallen will naturally determine who the magic power on the painting belongs to, and determine when the painting was completed based on the nature of the magic power.

"Anyway, we will see the results announced in a week's time at the princess selection ceremony."

Lord Thunder's Nocta family, Lord Mist's Greenwald family, and Lord Maye's Belfa family have all had more or less contact with Lysandra these days, so she was particularly impressed by these names.

Lysandra knew that based on her ability, she might never come into contact with the family of the great demon clan at the top of the demon world in her entire life. The only time she would do that would probably be because of her current position.

For the royal ceremony where the princess selects the painting, many celebrities from the demon world in this restaurant may be invited and eligible to participate, and Lisandra is also lucky enough to be able to accompany the princess.

Just like how she was invited to this palace restaurant at this moment, it was also one of the few coincidences in her life.

"Say, will I see Mr. McCarthy?"

Lysandra walked uncomfortably among the many demon celebrities, not daring to bump into other demons or attract their attention.

"Sometimes we may not be able to find Mr. McCarthy here quickly, but I think that as an invited guest, he must want to see you."

The squire explained in a friendly manner to Lysandra.

Lysandra nodded.

She found that there were always demons in the lobby talking about McCarthy, but they didn't seem to know much about him. After curiously asking where Mr. McCarthy was, they roamed freely, as if they were in a A paradise.

Even these real demon clan dignitaries have never seen McCarthy's true face, so do I really have a chance to see this neighbor?

"But tonight's consumption will be borne by Mr. McCarthy. Except for the limited meals, you can take care of everything else. Please feel free to enjoy it in the restaurant without worrying about anything."

After briefly introducing the matters in the restaurant, the soldier-like attendant also left and devoted himself to his work.

Next, Lysandra tried to inquire about McCarthy's whereabouts with several wealthy ladies nearby who seemed to be relatively talkative.

She still wanted to find her neighbor. After all, she was holding a note signed by "Rocky McCarthy" instead of a membership certificate.

The rich ladies all responded with surprised looks, saying they didn't know, but they were somewhat interested in her.

"Are you personally invited by Mr. McCarthy?"

They looked Lysandra up and down with some suspicion.

"Of course not, of course not."

Lissandra waved her hands one after another, smiled in embarrassment, said a few words and walked away.

Now she felt more and more that "Rocky McCarthy invited her" seemed to be a mistake, and it was difficult for other demons to believe it even if she said it.

It would probably be quite embarrassing if I didn't see Mr. McCarthy tonight.

So Lysandra secretly walked towards the dessert table - the only place where she wouldn't look boring and lonely.

"I don't know if I can take it a little further and bring it to the princess."

She cooed in an imperceptible voice as she stared at the cat-head-shaped creme brûlée garnished with black rose petals and raspberry jam.

The upper layer is a crispy pastry shell, and the lower layer is a delicate butter pudding, embellished with fragrant rose petals and sweet and sour raspberry jam. It is exquisitely made and looks particularly cute.

The quality of this restaurant should be worthy of the status of a princess.

It's like it's tailor-made for a princess.

Just when Lisandra was about to have a luxurious meal out of boredom.

Suddenly someone called her name.

"Lysandra Pukeli?"

"..."

Lysandra stopped reaching for the pudding in surprise and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a blond female demon standing on the wide marble steps connecting the second floor, seeming to be looking down at the lobby on the first floor with disdain and curiosity.

"Uh, hello."

Lysandra shouted, walking towards her.

She felt that no matter who the other party was, as long as it was a rare demon she met, it was necessary for her to accept the conversation at the moment. It would be better than striking up a conversation with a passing stranger.

However, although.

This was a demon classmate she didn't want to see, Tia Nokta.

When I was in school, if I was a poor student, then the other person would be an excellent student.

And he is a descendant of a noble in name only, but the other party is a great noble of Demon King City who is impeccable in every aspect, and is also the cousin of Lei Mingqing.

"I really didn't expect to see you here."

The blond demon noble said absently when he saw Lysandra.

She shook Lysandra's hand indifferently, with a domineering attitude.

"Ha ha."

Lysandra rubbed the back of her head innocently.

When I was in school, I had always been very honest, and would do my best to obey other demons if I could.

Even though she knows that the other person looks down on her, she will accept it.

"But I did hear that you have been helping Qing Luo recently. It seems that you are playing house with that princess?"

The blonde noble lady asked.

"That's not really true."

Lysandra felt that it was not because she had too much self-recognition, but that the princess did indeed regard her as a friend sincerely.

"What kind of demon is she?"

Tia, a blonde aristocratic lady, asked as she led Lisandra to the second floor.

Her pace was slightly faster, and Lysandra was following her more like a follower.

"A very good demon."

Lissandra didn't know how to specifically describe Princess Hyperion, a demon who didn't quite look like a demon.

"Haha, it seems that there is really nothing to look forward to for you to make such a comment."

The blond noble lady Tia chuckled lightly, crossed her arms, and brought Lisandra into a small circle like a little follower.

"It's a shame that my brother might have to marry such a useless demon princess from the previous generation."

She shook her head and said.

Just thinking about how my cousin Lei Mingqing, as a demon general, would have to compete with other big demons for a half-demon princess who could play with the lower nobles, felt very ridiculous.

If it weren't for the fact that the princess had some blood of the old royal family in her body, and the current demon world couldn't produce a new nine-seal demon to activate the blood of the new king in a short time, no big demon would really be willing to marry her.

To these famous nobles, the descendant princess is nothing more than a reproduction machine full of benefits.

"..."

Lysandra wanted to refute something, but her throat started to mutter. She thought about this occasion. Mr. McCarthy invited her, and the owner of the palace had not yet appeared. If she did something rude first and annoyed other guests, Really inappropriate.

But it is undeniable.

The fate of the princess is indeed beyond the control of the princess herself.

Lissandra couldn't shake the result at all.

If there really was a demon who could save the princess and love the princess deeply, Lisandra felt that she would also be happy for the princess. Unfortunately, there was no demon that could protect the princess like the knight in the fairy tale.

In this era, in the demonic world where materialism is rampant and corrupt, only interests and power come first.

Demons who are in a "high position" but can still maintain their true intentions and are not devoured by desires are considered rare.

Not to mention those big demons who really have the strength to marry the royal family.