The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Revisiting the old place, Ansel looked nostalgically at a window on the first floor of the tavern. This window corresponds to the location of the tavern's kitchen, where Ans Air spent a rather unforgettable day.

—days of washing dishes.

It was also thanks to the blessing of those days that Ans Air would never face everything with the arrogance of an angel. He learned to really lean down, create value with labor, and use Diligently realize the dream of making a fortune.

It can be said that the main theme of "getting rich" really goes hand in hand with His Majesty the Demon King.

Fuya covered her face with her hands, she didn't want to recall that her sister and herself at that time really let your majesty go down to wash the dishes!

His Majesty always looked gloomy at that time, never raised his head, and let his drooping eyes cover his eyes. He never looked at anyone, just washed the dishes quietly. Besides, when the tyrannical city lord went from house to house and asked to send at least one person to build the city wall, it was His Majesty who saw that the two sisters were alone and took the initiative to go.

Even let your majesty go down and build walls!

But...

Fuya stood at the entrance of the tavern, the soft wind gently lifted the skirt of her black and white maid skirt, and the skirt scattered like flowers. The building is still there, but the people inside are different. The people who are staying in the tavern now are the members of Fuya's girlhood - the members of the Nightwing thieves who robbed the rich and helped the poor at night.

These are the people that Ansel was looking for. Official channels have failed to detect anything, and no more drastic means can be used, so hidden civil organizations have become the best way. Every demon king has some such gray forces to some extent. He is like this, so is Ceros, Levy... This is not necessarily the case.

Levy: "…"

Asshole! He has! Just don't obey orders!

It also means to check the operation status of the Nightwing Thieves, Anseir and Fuya entered the tavern through the hidden back door. Fuya stepped forward to show the token, and a demon respectfully led them up to the second floor. Within a few minutes, the leader of the red-haired thieves came in a hurry. After entering the door, he knelt down on one knee and declared his loyalty to the supreme demon king. .

"Your Majesty." The red-haired demon respectfully said, "If you have something to do, just give an order from the Devil's Palace, and the thieves are willing to die for you."

The Demon King sat in the first seat, still dressed in a micro-suit for patrolling, but his expression was different. The sunset-colored vertical pupils are deep and unpredictable, he doesn't need to speak, and naturally a loyal head maid will do it for him.

"...Alchemist?" The red-haired demon was slightly startled, "We did register the names of some alchemists here, which are different from those registered in the Demon King's Palace. Most of them did not. Obtaining the alchemist rank mark may be self-taught or a hobby, but our statistics are not comprehensive."

Ans Air nodded inwardly, yes, based on Levi's guts, it should be of this type. A duly registered alchemist may be detected rashly, but the masters are among the people, and there are many outstanding alchemists with arrogant personalities, who are unwilling to even obtain a qualification certificate.

"Check." He said succinctly, "Let's see if any of them have been reported missing recently, but I guess it won't be so obvious, and work changes are also included."

But this is still a daunting and huge project, and it is not realistic to leave it all to the thieves, so Ans El pondered for a while.

"Recently, I will hold a large-scale event to mobilize as many alchemists as possible. This move should be able to see the clues, and I will let the Demon King's Palace watch together. "

The red-haired devil's heart slowly fell, and he gratefully responded.

"Yes!"

The activity conceived by Ansair is similar to something like "Alchemy into the community - I have an alchemist friend". The format can be a community-based event, and the winner can get the chance to select a certain range of materials.

After so many years of correspondence with Amon, Ansi Er is too aware of the arrogance of alchemists, fame and fortune are not important, good materials and others' recognition and appreciation are often the The most arrogant guys care about.

Alas, in fact, he didn't dare to say that he fully understands the alchemist. He hasn't won Amon yet.

However, mass activities cannot be directly carried out, it may cause vigilance on Levy's side, so there needs to be a reason first. It just so happened that he was about to launch several new products that were combined with Human World technology. It would depend on what the Eastern Region's Alchemist Mutual Aid Association could bring him.

Reward outstanding alchemists, mobilize private alchemy research...one-stop operation! Perfect!

Ans El wanted to go back to the Devil's Palace to have a meeting to draft a plan, but when he left the tavern, an episode occurred. The red-haired demon personally led him down the stairs, and was about to ask His Majesty to leave through the more hidden side door. At this moment, a demon rashly stopped the group.

"Please, please wait!"

The devil ran over panting. He was wearing round glasses and an old wide robe. He was dressed like a folk alchemist, but he was still relatively poor. The red-haired demon frowned immediately. Obviously, he recognized the other party, lest the other party offend His Majesty and was about to expel him.

"It's all right." Ansair was kind, "Are you in a hurry?"

Seeing His Majesty's voice, the red-haired devil introduced it gently.

"Your Majesty, this is alchemist Kevin, who has cooperated with the tavern all the year round and came to organize the flowers and trees. The background is very clean and has been thoroughly checked."

Ansel nodded slightly.

Kevin saw that the other party stopped, only to realize that he was such a good-looking devil, and he was very ostentatious. Not only did he take a maid when he traveled, but the tavern owner also respected him. He was a little timid in his heart, but thinking about his own research, he still summoned up the courage to ask.

"Can I, can I take a closer look at your eyes?"

He clenched his hand nervously, and then released it again.

"That's right, I have always done a research, that is, cultivating sunset-colored irises." Speaking of which, Kevin felt extremely embarrassed, his ears flushed, "I'm afraid you can also Guess, this is to dedicate to the supreme majesty. But I encountered some problems in my research, mainly in terms of color, it seems a little bit to imitate only the sunset..."

His Majesty, the Demon King who saved the Eastern Region, has beautiful sunset-colored pupils, so it is like cultivating sunset-colored irises.

Dedicate this flower in front of the king's throne to win the king's small eyes.

He said it so humbly and uneasily, what reason does Ansair have to refuse? It's just that alchemist Kevin didn't know that he could actually adjust the color of flowers based on the king's eyes.

"Thank you!"

Kevin's wish has been fulfilled, and he happily continues to help the tavern with flowers. When he gets a little salary, he can go back to buy materials and continue to cultivate the flowers into a color closer to His Majesty's eyes.

Anse Er watched the alchemist go away, and his desire to engage in activities became stronger.

Not only do he want to organize events by himself, but he also wants to organize events with Lasseros!

Wait! Levy may have reached out to the folk alchemist on his side, and very likely, he has also reached out to the alchemist on Theros side!

No, he has to call Ceros immediately to remind him to defend the radish!

Fuya left a record of the recent activities of the Nightwing thieves. Ansi Er found a small restaurant in the city and listened to the surrounding demons chatting, while no one noticed. Open the magic protection in a secluded location and start to communicate.

The communication was picked up in less than a second, and Ansel was shocked.

The snacks a few days ago had already filled the heart of another Demon King, and he thought that after the snacks were delivered, Ansier would definitely call him and ask him about the snacks feel what. For this reason, he was waiting eagerly, waiting to eat the snack box!

…still no communication.

Cerros: "…"

Strange, Ans Air gave him snacks, didn't he want to cultivate a relationship with him and make him happy?

The Demon King who flipped through the family biography "The Demon King" thought so, and he really couldn't hold back.

He took the initiative to fight!

Before the communication, the communication from Ansi Er called, His Majesty the Demon King was overjoyed!

【The dim sum is very delicious, and it tastes even better when you think it was delivered by you. 】

Cerros was scheming and scheming. If Ansier greets him first, he greets him back; if Ansair goes straight to the topic of dim sum, he also goes straight to the topic of dim sum; if, if Ans Air says he misses him, he will…

Rush to the Eastern Region and book the marriage first!

However, he did not expect that Ansel's topic would catch him off guard. He talked to Ceros about agriculture, to be precise, about the cultivation and maintenance of radishes.

"Theros." Ans El said vaguely, "If, I mean if, a demon tries to dig up the turnips in your field..."

Cerros was expressionless, oh, it's not about agriculture, but about personnel.

He asked the soul.

"That... the devil, is that you?"

As far as Ansair's giant magnet-level attracting ability is concerned, the candidates for the devil are all sucked into the Eastern Regions, and they can dig people from his prosperous Western Regions, except Ansair can do To, no one else can do it.

Ansel: "…"

Anse Er: "I mean, the radish itself may not be willing."

Theroston was decisive.

"That demon is Levi, screw his head off."

Ansier informed Ceros of the situation he had investigated, and said.

"...I will send you a plan later, whether it is up to you or not, you can't let the people who love alchemy disappear in vain."

Theros didn't have time to stop it, and Ansel, who was addicted to official business again, hung up the communication resolutely.

Cerros: "…"

No dim sum!

Just when he fell into depression, the communication called again, thinking it was a communication from other ministers, His Majesty the Demon King picked it up numbly, and only listened to the other Ansi Er asked briskly.

"Are the dim sum delicious?"

Yes.

Because it was sent by Ans Air, it was even better.

"When we're all done, take a day and I'll invite you to Suberbian for some snacks."

This time, the frustration in Ceros's heart was completely swept away, and he couldn't help smiling at the magic mirror in his hand. Unexpectedly, the magic mirror shivered violently, changing from a smooth mirror surface to a grainy matte surface.

"Your Majesty." The frosted mirror was still as heartless, "Don't be like this, I'm getting goosebumps."

Cerros: "…"

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Theros: The magic mirror in his hand is very annoying.