Don't confiscate my citizenship

The northern part of the Demon Realm.

Naika Island, Demon King’s Palace.

When the first ray of dawn penetrated the clouds and fell on the Regent's Hall on the east side of the palace, Regent Melogas was already handling government affairs in front of the case.

She sat on a throne inlaid with obsidian and scarlet gems, holding a sharp black eagle feather pen in her long fingertips.

The blasphemous minister's face was as cold as an ice sculpture, and there was an awe-inspiring look between his brows, as if he were a queen looking over her country.

"well."

Not long after, she breathed a sigh of relief, closed the document in front of her, and put it next to her hand.

Melogas held his cheeks and looked at the official letter boredly.

When she relaxed, she lost her composure and seemed to have been intermittently restless for the past two days.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Insult, Your Majesty."

The demon figure wearing a pitch black cloak appeared quietly at the far end of the hall.

The agent's slender figure was agile and resembled a black cheetah, almost blending into the shadows.

Melogas sensed the aura of the visitor.

She raised her head casually and looked directly at the spy.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say."

Melogas looked at his most trusted confidant and wondered why he wanted to disturb him. It stands to reason that he would not have any tasks to do in the near future.

The princess is no longer in the demon city of Naikalis, and the other great demons are also peaceful and obedient. The Saint Paulant Theocracy and the Horning Empire are in amazing harmony.

The secret agent took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head in salute.

"My lord, this subordinate is here to report something important."

The secret agent did not dare to be rude and cast the barrier that blocked detection, so he spoke in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Melogas' cold jade-like fingertips lightly tapped the table and cast the shielding barrier himself, without any expression on his face.

"That's it."

she said.

"The principal of Purgatory Corridor College that you asked us to pay attention to has made moves in the demon world."

The secret agent lowered his head, and his voice became urgent and tense.

"Um?"

Melogas, who had always been calm and self-possessed, heard this and stared at the spy.

She did tell her subordinates to pay attention to the whereabouts of the principal of Purgatory Corridor College and not to let other demons without eyes provoke him or provide convenience for him.

But Melogas did not expect that just one day after he returned to the Demon King's City, Pope St. Paulante, who had just taken office disguised as the principal, would make some moves.

But if you think about it carefully, it was Cailliera who called him Pope Saint Paulante, who played the role of the principal of the Corridor College of Purgatory. In fact, the Pope should indeed return to the Theocracy of Saint Paulante. Get down to business.

Thinking of this, Melogas couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Although she is too proud to go to Purgatory Corridor College to find the principal again in the short term, if time passes and the principal stays in the Purgatory City of Pascual, she, the regent, may have some official duties that force her to go there. See that guy in Purgatory City.

"That Mr. Phantom Demon left Purgatory City Pascual alone last night, took Purgatory City's Demon Realm Flying Dragon, and came quickly towards Demon King City Naikalis."

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the secret agent's forehead. He observed Melogas's gloomy aura and continued to report calmly.

"Furthermore, after the secretary of Purgatory Corridor Academy went to work this morning, a message was sent there, which seemed to convey the principal's request to see you."

Click!

When Melogas heard this, the back of his originally fair hand turned pale due to excessive exertion, and he abruptly broke the pen in his hand.

She opened her mouth slightly and her eyes became dark and unpredictable.

The Prince Regent's Hall became unusually quiet, with only the fluctuating heartbeat sound.

The spy did not dare to look up, only feeling the cold sweat on his back soaking through his clothes.

Her master, Melogas, always kills based on his mood. It is impossible to guess whether Melogas, who is too emotional, will suddenly attack at this moment.

"You said, he wants to see me...?"

Melogas covered his chest to prevent his heart from beating out of it.

The Pope actually came alone, not to send the princess back, but more importantly, he specifically wanted to find him?

"Yes, do you need me to help you refuse?"

The spy replied shortly and firmly.

She understood that Melogas had been in a bad mood for the past two days after returning from Purgatory City.

Fortunately, the news of the princess's escape did not leak to the ears of other big demons. This would be a scandal that could shake the royal power, and it would definitely shake Melogas' prestige and status among the demons.

It seems that Lord Blasphemy compromised with the princess and agreed to let her stay in Purgatory City.

And this incident must be the trigger for Qing Qing's irritability. These subordinates have not dared to make any mistakes in recent times.

"Refuse? Are you kidding me? Invite him to the Demon King's Palace to see me. Don't be rude to him."

Melogas asked his subordinates in surprise, tapping his slender fingertips on the table irritably as he ordered.

"Follow your orders and blaspheme your lord!"

When the secret agent heard this, he hurriedly agreed as if he had been granted amnesty.

Although she was also confused, the blasphemous Lord Melogas seemed to be in a better mood again, and she could just do what Melogas told her.

"Go quickly."

Melogas waved his hand impatiently.

The spy turned into a plume of black smoke and retreated, disappearing into the main hall.

The huge hall felt lonely again.

Merogas looked out the window at the direction of Purgatory City with an expressionless face. The episode just now seemed to be just an insignificant little wave, but she caressed her scorpion-tailed restless fingers, revealing the turbulent waves in her heart.

She looked down at her clothes, thought for a moment, dropped the official documents, stood up and walked towards the bedroom, her steps on the corridor of the Demon King's Palace were full of strength.

...

Dozens of minutes later.

It was two hours after sunrise in the Demon Realm King's City, Naka Island, and it was cloudy today.

The sky above the island was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the ground was filled with dusk. This ancient demon city-state seemed to be sleeping on the edge of time, waiting for the arrival of a new day but always in the last second of the night.

The palace stood majestically in the center of Naikalis, close to the coast of Naka Island.

The base layer of the front square was used as a reception and security inspection area, connected to the coastal avenue, and was open to the public most of the time, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.

In the past, the order here was strict, but this morning, the buildings around the Demon King's Palace of Nakalis were closed to the government.

Only a few demon nobles had important business to enter the Demon King's Palace by walking through the long corridors of the palace to handle the indispensable routine work.

The first floor is distributed with the Regent's Office, offices and rest areas for nobles, which is also the core area of ​​internal work and meeting activities in the palace.

As for the second floor and above, which are prohibited from entering.

Only members of the royal family, summoned people and the regent can enter.

The second floor at this time.

"Mr. Principal, Lord Merogas is waiting for you."

The spy who looked like a court attendant was walking with the phantom demon in the corridor on the second floor, and there were slight conversations from time to time.

She used to dress like a spy, and sometimes she would dress as a court maid for work.

She still respected the principal of the Purgatory Corridor Academy. Let's not talk about his position as the principal. The order of the Lord of Blasphemy was to treat him well.

It was just that the principal could see the right direction before she led the way, as if he had been here before and was just revisiting the place.

"Thank you, it's a great help."

Lanqi thanked the court ceremonial officer.

The corridor was spacious and bright, with ancient demon world oil paintings hanging on the walls, and sculptures and antiques placed on both sides, which looked familiar to Lanqi.

He sent Siegler off last night, went to the restaurant bestowed by the devil to have dinner, and then set off for the devil's city.

Lanqi let Hyperion stay in the Purgatory Corridor Academy to play with her best friend Lisandra, and gave Lisandra a week's paid leave, just playing with the princess every day.

The home had to be placed in the safest place, only bringing a portable cat bag, and keeping Talia in possession.

As soon as he arrived at the devil's city Nakalis this morning, someone from Merogas came to pick him up to the devil's palace.

This court ceremonial officer, whom he had never met before, seemed to be very capable in his job, not inferior to the previous ceremonial officer, Lisandra, but Lisandra had a kind of gentleness of the Kaliela system, while the ceremonial officer in front of him had the restrained temperament of the special forces of the Demon King's Army of the Merogas system.

"You're welcome."

The court attendant thanked him with a little relaxation.

The principal was wearing a long coat, a formal suit inside, and a silver-white mask on his waist. I don't know where this custom came from.

His race was the Phantom Demon Clan, and he was born with light silver-white hair like the former regent Kaliela, and he also had a magical aura full of illusion.

The silver-white mask was obviously not in the style of a demon mask. Even from the side, it had more of a religious style of the human side, with soft lines, a calm expression, and a kind of compassion between his eyebrows.

She was originally worried that the principal, who could be regarded as a friend by Lord Merogas, was also a big man with a very scary personality. She didn't expect that he would be so easy-going, not like a high-level demon at all.

As they walked around the corner chatting leisurely.

A figure stood in front of them.

The lights dotted the carpet in the corridor. Merogas was wearing a dark black dress like the night sky, her hands covered with black silk gloves, her long hair was tied behind her head, each strand was carefully woven, and part of it was gently placed on her shoulders.

The court attendant stopped in her tracks, and her eyes twitched.

She almost didn't recognize her Lord Merogas, the Lord of Blasphemy.

The Lord of Blasphemy was obviously not like this two hours ago.

"Just bring him here."

Lord Merogas spoke in a cold tone and glanced at the court attendant.

She saw the rude thoughts of her subordinates, but she was too lazy to care about it today.

"Yes, sir."

The court attendant saluted respectfully and then quickly retreated.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the reception room next."

Merogas didn't seem to be a little familiar with the Pope when they parted last time.

She returned to her usual indifference.

Treat Pope Saint Polante as an enemy.

Melogas turned around and walked forward.

"Miss Melogas, you can treat me as a fellow demon now. I won't fight you."

Lanqi followed her with a smile and said to her.

"Call me Miss Melogas again? Forget it, I'm too lazy to reason with you. I can't beat you."

Melogas pretended to be cold and distant.

She didn't even turn her head.

But to be honest, she never acquiesced to other demons calling her like this.

Thinking about it carefully, it was unrealistic to ask Pope Saint Polante to call her "Lord Melogas", so he could only call her "Miss Melogas".

Melogas went straight to the drawing room in the east wing of the palace.

The Phantom Demon Clan followed two steps behind her.

Under the long skirt, Melogas moved like a glide on the chalk stone floor, maintaining the dignity of the demon regent as he walked steadily to the door.

Stretching out her slender, pale hand, she touched the surface of the door with her fingertips.

Melogas was full of curiosity about the purpose of this phantom demon man, but he remained reserved and vigilant as a regent.

The drawing room is located on the easternmost side of the palace, separated only by a wall from the Regent's Hall in Melogas.

Two huge doors inlaid with demonic titanium crystals automatically slid open to both sides, revealing the interior of the living room.

Melogas made a sideways gesture, inviting him in, distant and polite.

Lan Qi nodded slightly and stepped into the negotiation place decided by Melogas.

His eyes quickly glanced around the furnishings in the room.

The floor of the living room is paved with black marble, and the intricate silver patterns engraved on it are like the boundless starry sky of the demon world. In the center of the room is a long table carved from demon dragon bone, with the tabletop covered by a dark velvet tablecloth.

Meals have been prepared above. In addition to tea, there is also Hell Lava Bread, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, paired with Warcraft cheese and jam made from Necalis Black Rose. Just smelling it is sweet and delicious.

Lanci sat on the sofa, while Melogas bent down and sat opposite.

Melogas moved his body slightly, adjusted the position of his round buttocks, and moved the scorpion tail behind the chair so that the needle point was not facing him.

"Tell me what you want to do with me."

Melogas looked out the French window at the garden and said absently.

"No, why is she so normal?"

Thalia called to Lan Qi with questions in Lan Qi's heart.

She remembered that Melogas was a pure lunatic who blasphemed Sir Melogas that night.

Today, it seems that I can't say anything about blaspheming you. He is completely a cool and rational demon regent.

Could it be that this bitch was pretending to be reserved in front of Lan Qi, pretending to be a lady?

"You seem to have too much ill will towards Melogas."

Lanci responded to Thalia with his mind and smiled.

"I hate her so much! Don't be fooled by her appearance!"

Thalia felt uncomfortable just thinking about Melogas.

If Lan Qi hadn't come to ask Melogas for help, she would never want to see her.

Even though she is hiding in Lanqi's body and does not need to meet Melogas, Thalia is still very uncomfortable.

"Master, don't worry. I'll deal with her. You don't need to come forward. Miss Melogas is indeed the most powerful person in this era. I need her power."

Lanci comforted Thalia.

"..."

"Why do you use honorifics for her, but never call me 'Miss Thalia'?"

Thalia suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Master, your sense of accumulation is different, and your seniority is also different. How is it appropriate to address you like this?"

Lan Qi replied politely.

"Me, me!"

Thalia listened to Lan Qi's sincere words and wanted to push him on the sofa on the spot, but she did not dare to show up to see Melogas, and she did not even want to reveal her magic power and let Melogas smell her. .

Why is Melogas younger than her in Lan Qi's heart? !

Talia's resentment rose to the sky, but now she was in a dilemma and had nowhere to vent.

She feels so uncomfortable!

There is a bug in Ranchi!

Rare demonic plants are planted in the humid garden outside the window. There are blood-colored roses that can swallow magic, violets that can release hallucinogenic poison, and datura that can spy on people's hearts. Several demonic butterflies are dancing in the flowers. The sound of insects reached the living room.

Melogas waited for the Pope's response, calmly picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"Merogas, can you help me?"

Lan Qi clasped his hands on his knees and asked her solemnly.

"ah?"

Melogas tilted his head slightly sadly, as if he didn't understand what the other party said, and his dark hair slid down silently.

She never thought that Pope Saint Paulante would ask her for help when he came, which surprised her and felt a little boring.

Pope St. Paulante actually needs other demons to help him?

"I need your help."

Lan Qi repeated it again, staring at her and confirming.

"This is not okay. I am the regent of the Demon Realm. I can never betray the Demon Realm because of your request. Even if you force yourself to do it, I will never agree to it."

The blasphemous Lord Melogas looked at his attitude and seemed dissatisfied with his straightforward request. His voice pretended to be hostile and he was about to start a fight every second.

The pope came here personally to talk to her and asked her for help. He was undoubtedly going to make some very excessive demands, such as asking them to exempt the demon world from tariffs to the Theocracy of St. Paulante, or borrow an exaggerated debt, or directly borrow money from them. Technology and materials are needed here.

"I am also a member of the Demon Realm. How could I ask you to do something that would endanger the Demon Realm?"

Lan Qi felt that Melogas was too nervous today, so he asked her with a helpless smile.

"Well."

"The Demon World is my second hometown. Without the Demon World, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Then I believe you."

Melogas discovered that Pope St. Paulante still missed his old relationship and had such a sense of belonging to their demon world.

She felt more at ease.

I felt a little faintly disappointed.

She was already thinking about how she was humiliated by Pope Saint Paulante after her defeat.

As a result, this kind of thing will not happen.

"What do you want me to do specifically?"

After thinking for a while, Merogas tapped the rim of the cup with her index finger and asked casually.

Anyway, it is probably to strengthen the cooperation between the Demon Realm and the Holy Spirit Church, rather than an excessive unilateral treaty.

She has now come to her senses. As long as it does not infringe on the treaty of the Demon Realm, even if the interests of the Demon Realm are close to zero, she will agree to it for the time being. Who told her that her fist is not as big as his? She can only endure the humiliation and wait until she can defeat the Pope in the future and then go to him to get it back with interest.

Expecting the Pope to tear up the peace treaty with the Horning Empire and let the Demon Realm reap the benefits is nothing but a daydream.

"Come with me to destroy the Horning Empire."

Lanqi directly stated his request.

"Puff!"

Merogas almost lost his seat.

She took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth. She had never lost her composure like this before.

"Pope, are you crazy?!"

Merogas adjusted his sitting position and covered his open mouth with both hands.

If she hadn't always reminded herself to be dignified in front of this person, she would have opened her eyes wide and blinked constantly.

She didn't think Pope Saint Polante was joking. He had the same serious expression and tone when he let her go in Purgatory.

"Merogas, do you know the Mirror of Tiberius?"

Lanqi asked her.

"...Of course."

Merogas narrowed his eyes and his expression became calm.

She had wanted to know where this super ancient artifact was before, but in the entire demon world, apart from the former Demon King, I'm afraid only Kaliela knew the answer.

Now after analyzing for a moment, Pope Saint Polante in front of her may also know.

"It's actually at the bottom of the Purgatory Corridor Academy, which is why Kaliela asked me to come. I'll ask you to keep this artifact in the future. I used the Mirror of Tiberius three times and saw that the Horning Empire is now brewing some terrible things..."

Lanqi told her the answer frankly, and told Merogas most of the information he got from the Mirror of Tiberius.

"..."

Merogas opened his eyes and listened a little absent-mindedly.

Although these words that seemed to tear through the hypocritical veil of world peace sounded absurd and crazy.

But she believed that what Pope Saint Polante said was true, and everything seemed to be consistent with reality. She was even more shocked and angry the more she listened.

Or the Pope had no need to lie to her. She could investigate the truth in just the next few days, and even if she did nothing, the Pope would go to the south in person to help her reveal the truth.

These damn blood clans actually wanted to destroy their demon world!

Until the living room was quiet for a long time.

"I can understand that your Saint Polante Church wants to fight the Horning Empire and also wants to drag our demon world into the water, but what if I refuse you?"

Merogas asked Lanqi in a negotiating manner.

For her, the best plan is actually to let the Saint Polante Church fight to the death and let the demon world reap the benefits.

"No, I will break with the Saint Polante Church openly and destroy the Horning Empire in my own name, but my power is limited. I need you big demons to disguise as my servants to help me."

Lanqi preached to Merogas.

Merogas was stunned.

She thought about it. If the Pope had gone through three simulations of the Mirror of Tiberius, his understanding of the future might be far better than anyone else. He must have found that only by doing this can the vampires break the situation and minimize the sacrifice.

Merogas analyzed the situation and it was true. Only when the Pope went crazy could the vampires accept and condone his killing spree in the Horning Empire, and then misjudge the Pope's situation and wait to hunt down the exhausted Pope.

"At the end of everything, the Horning Empire will erupt in that large-scale northward expedition disaster. The Saint Polant Empire will block everything for you. The Demon Realm will have at least a hundred years to recuperate. I also promise that the Saint Polant Church will never do anything that harms the Demon Realm during the hundred years. The Land of Eternal Night will be given to you."

Lanqi added, presenting his complete transaction content to Merogas.

As a transitional zone between the Demon Realm and the Saint Polant Church, the Land of Eternal Night originally belonged to the orcs. Now the orcs are extinct. There are more humans on the side of Little Stone City, and more demons on the side of Little Night City. But no matter which city-state belongs to neither the Demon Realm nor the Saint Polant Church.

The two sides have never had a dispute over the ownership issue in these years, but they are aware of the value of this land of eternal night to the demon world and the Holy Polante Church. Sooner or later, conflicts will arise over the ownership and division of the land of eternal night.

For a proud demon like Merogas who is determined to become a demon king, she attaches no less importance to the transaction than demon princesses like Talia. Once the deal is concluded, you can trust Merogas to abide by the agreement.

"But what's the benefit for you?"

Lord Blasphemy Merogas thought for a long time and asked Lanklos puzzledly.

Even if this can reduce sacrifices, the lives of ordinary people are nothing to do with the unique creatures like Pope Saint Polante who have entered the realm of gods. He doesn't need to do this.

Nothing can be exchanged except a bad reputation.

"As long as I can protect the Holy Polante Church and the demon world for thousands of years, I am willing to do so."

Lanklos looked at Merogas and spoke Lanklos's voice.

He extended his hand covered with white gloves to Merogas, as if there was no point in saying more, just waiting for her final answer.

This was both a proof of the covenant and the Pope's oath.

For a long time.

Merogas bit his lips tightly, tilted his head, and did not agree to the Pope.

"Merogas, for the sake of my colleagues in the demon world, please help me."

Lanqi lowered his posture a little and begged.

"You..."

Hearing his voice, Merogas felt a little sad.

He was like this, why did he still beg her humbly.

And at this moment, she was the only one who could help this man.

"Okay, I promise you, but Pope, don't get it wrong, this is not a cooperation between the Demon Regent and you."

Lord of Blasphemy Merogas finally made up his mind and nodded,

"Just as your friend, I agree to accompany you to mess around once."

Merogas held Lanqi's hand.