Noble Emblem

When the 'old wife' turned into a ball of dark green pus, reason finally returned to Bana.

"Damn, what is this?"

Bana remembered that when he killed the white 'brain flower' monster, it was also a ball of green pus.

Could it be that the brain-dead monster is not dead and has learned to transform?

Maybe, it's just a simple hallucination?

Bana wasn't sure. He remembered that several of his teammates did many strange things before they died.

For example, the thief chewed the stone as if it were a chicken leg, the priest rolled around in the fire and laughed happily, and the hunter severed the artery in his neck with a bowstring.

Did you also see hallucinations?

Bana slapped his face hard...it hurt, so it shouldn't be an illusion.

What happened, what is that piece of brain?

Bana walked out of the forest while thinking.

Demonic world, Erbu City.

Beta brought the food to the grove outside Foshia City. Not long after, Belle came down with some of her men.

She was very happy to see Beta. She first checked the cargo on several carts and found that it was indeed about ten tons of dried fish. She nodded with satisfaction: "Your Excellency is very trustworthy in his work. This is a rare quality in our demon world. Here. It’s money…”

Beta took the thrown money bag, then threw it to Penelope next to her, and asked: "So, where is the news?"

"It seems that the news is the most important." Belle looked at Beta.

Beta chuckled and stood quietly, looking at each other.

The atmosphere was a bit dull.

Belle knew that if she didn't say something, the other party would not only take back the dried fish, but she might not be able to go back.

"Yesterday we caught three spies from Lebedana City!" Belle looked at Beta's expression and said carefully: "Is this considered news?"

"Forget it!" Beta nodded.

Then he left with a few people, very neatly.

Seeing Beta and others leaving, Belle frowned in confusion.

She prepared several similar but insignificant news related to Foscia City, just to test what kind of news Beta was interested in.

But I didn't expect that the other party would agree with the first message.

Was it intentional, or was the news itself useful to him?

In fact, it is indeed somewhat useful. Beta at least knows that the two cities are still fighting, but there is less overt fighting and more secret fighting.

Returning to Erbu City, Beta continued his internal affairs plan.

There are too many demon races. To coordinate all races to live in a city, many things must be understood.

However, the fiery temperaments of demons rarely allow them to understand each other, so the importance of the security team is self-evident.

Now there are several more taverns opened in Erbu City. It is not wheat wine, but brewed from a kind of fern. For the demons, the taste is quite good.

But for Beta, it tastes like ripe durian and ripe papaya chopped and stirred together.

Very disgusting, life-threatening.

Demons who drink alcohol are more likely to get into fights.

Blockade alone cannot last long, because Beta has established a racial and cultural friendly cooperation propaganda department, referred to as the Seed Propaganda Department, which is managed and served by the succubi.

It mainly promotes the idea that the lawful demons are one family and seek common ground while reserving differences.

The succubus girls go out on the streets every day to promote their work conscientiously. Occasionally, they will patiently persuade the irritable demons when they encounter them. However, there are two or three who are too irritable and unable to understand their behavior, and they even say nasty things to them. The succubus took the man away and went to a nearby deserted alley to squeeze the juice. Do you think this is an affair... squeezed until your feet are weak, squeezed until you can't sleep for five or six years, and only one step away from death, no one will think of it as an affair.

More than two months later, Angela said to Beta: "This new department of yours doesn't seem to be of much use."

Beta put a table in front of her. It was data. In the three months since the Propaganda Department was established, the number of quarrels and fights caused by racial and cultural differences has dropped by nearly ten percentage points every month.

"So, the bigger the city, the more people there are, and you can't judge a thing just by your eyes and intuition." Beta explained: "You must establish detailed documents to analyze the current situation of the entire city, and Anticipate future problems.”

Angela frowned: "It's so troublesome."

"Learn slowly, you are so smart." Beta smiled.

"Wait until you have time, anyway, I have you now." Angela put down the data, and then asked: "It has been more than three months, ten tons of dried fish every month, have you got any news from Belle? "

"There is no real news." Beta said with a smile: "But it will be soon. It can take as little as two months or as long as three months. She will definitely find a way to come to me."

Angela said oh.

The city of Foscia is more than a hundred kilometers away.

The city lord Sauron summoned his daughter.

Compared with his daughter, Sauron is taller, almost four meters tall.

Devils are a race in which the stronger they are, the bigger they become.

The powerful devil can even wrestle with a dragon.

On the huge throne, Sauron looked down at his daughter: "Belle, I heard that you have got a lot of dried meat recently."

"Not much, just ten tons per month." Belle replied.

"Ten tons is too little." Sauron's eyes were filled with green mist of evil energy: "Find a way to get more, the more the better. If you can have food, buy it too. If you can help our city get it, If the amount is sufficient, I will consider giving you more resources.”

Belle's face was filled with joy, and she patted her hard-tied chest and promised: "Father, I will definitely find enough food for you."

Sauron nodded.

Soon it was time to deliver food again.

Looking at ten tons of dried fish, Belle walked up to Beta and said, "Ten tons of dried fish is too little. I want more."

Beta glanced at her: "The price is not enough."

"I can give you more money."

Beta smiled, looking like a fox who had successfully stolen a chicken: "You also said before that money is just for money. What I really want is information."

Belle said unhappily: "I will continue to provide information."

"The previous level of information was only worth ten tons of dried fish a month. If you want more, just exchange it for more important information."

Belle looked at Beta and said angrily: "You did this on purpose. You deliberately put me in this situation."

"Buying and selling is voluntary. I have never forced you to buy my food." Beta said calmly: "Food is hard currency in the devil world. I can sell it to anyone, and the price will be higher." ”

Even Belle had to admit that Beta had a point. In the Demon Realm, you never have to worry about buyers for food, and the price of the dried fish she got was indeed quite cheap.

"What kind of news can be worth more food?" Belle asked.

"You tell me, I'll judge." Beta's answer was also very concise.

Belle thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it."

Beta nodded, not in a hurry, and walked back with his troops.

After they disappeared, one of Belle's subordinates, the Bone Demon, said angrily: "That human is really arrogant. Master, do you want me to follow him secretly and kidnap him?"

"If you can do it, why should I negotiate terms with him here?" Belle said disdainfully.

"But I don't think he is very powerful." The Bone Demon scratched his head.

Belle shook her head and returned to the city. As soon as she unloaded the dried fish into the manor, her father came over with a group of his men.

"Father!" Bailis hurriedly greeted him, and then she saw her nemesis, Bessle, behind her father.

"Or ten tons of dried fish?" Sauron looked a little unhappy.

Besser said from the side: "Maybe others don't want to sell it to her."

Belle hurriedly explained: "Father, I will go and talk to the seller in person to get a more reasonable price."

"I understand." Sauron looked at her and said in a solemn tone: "You have to do this well. If you can't do it well, you can find someone else to help you."

Bailis took a deep breath: "I understand, father. I will definitely make this happen as soon as possible."

Sauron nodded and left. He had dozens of children. If Bailis hadn't brought back some food recently, he wouldn't even be able to remember his daughter's name.

Beta returned to Erbu City. At this time, Angela was leading people to pickle the second batch of large yellow croaker in the city.

The smell of fish fills the city again.

Angela saw Beta and said excitedly: "This time there are more than two hundred, more than two hundred!"

Because of her experience, Angela increased the distance between the upstream and downstream this time, and naturally she was able to catch more large yellow croakers.

After looking at the busy pickled fish scene, Beta said: "I have something I want to talk to you about."

Entering the palace, Beta said: "I have estimated that the number of succubi in the city is not enough now. Moreover, the number of succubi created is not as large as other races. This is not good. Once the power structure changes, Then the leadership position of the Succubus tribe may not be preserved in the future. Is there any way you can summon more Succubi?”

"The number of us succubi is not small." Angela said hesitantly: "There are many succubi in the central area of ​​the Demon Realm, but it is too far away from here. Compared with here, there is much wealthier over there, and they May not be willing to come.”

Beta sighed softly: "Do you have any other good ideas? Otherwise, we only need to limit the number of immigrants from other races."

"We can give birth." Angela looked like an idiot: "We succubus can decide when to give birth and when not to give birth. Now that the city is safe and the food is sufficient, we can give birth to a large number of children. "

"Huh?" Beta was a little surprised: "I've been here for so long, but I haven't seen you give birth to a little succubus. I thought you need to give birth together at a certain point in time. For example, spring reproduction and so on. ”

Angela was stunned for a moment and said: "We had this intention for a long time, but seeing that you haven't discussed this issue, we thought you didn't want us to have a baby for the time being. We were also afraid of disrupting your plans and arrangements."