The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

This is the first time Ansel came into contact with the other side of the human world.

On the other side of Wanjia Lights, there is a winding masonry path, and the walls and shops maintain a quaint style. The warm-colored bricks are stacked up in front of this lively three-story tavern. Pigeons with messenger bags on their backs are flying in groups. On the top of the tavern are rows of windmills. The windmills fly with the flow of the elements, and there are black cats. The windmill stopped for a while, and then changed into a witch wearing a large wide-brimmed hat and landed on the other side.

This place is prosperous, lively, bizarre, and closer to the world that Ansel is familiar with.

He looked at the golden emblem on the door of the tavern, which was the [Star Maimang] of the Witcher Club.

“…scared?”

Yun Jian looked at Ansair and shook his head, showing a faint smile.

"That's good."

He turned his head and glanced at the golden emblem, and said.

"Today is Newcomer's Day, and the club will award badges to newly joined newcomers. After entering, I may have to hand in a task first, and let Joey take you to the front desk to register first."

Joey nodded when he heard the words, he is a senior member, and he is quite familiar with everything about the club.

"No problem, I'll be with Ans." Joey said, looking at Ansier, "Don't be afraid, conflicts are prohibited within the club, if there is any problem, you can..."

Joey peeked at Yun Jian, Yun Jian smiled lightly.

"Just bring my name out. After that, I'll invite you to dinner."

He left quickly, Ans El looked away from his retreating back and asked suddenly.

"The criterion for joining the club is to kill monsters...demons?"

"Yes." Joey affirmed his statement, walking with him to the tavern, and continued, "Actually, if you kill a familiar, you can join the club. It will not be included in the promotion conditions, so it is a pity that you are in this situation."

Joey was a little disappointed, but soon cheered up.

"However, you are the first witcher who directly killed the superior demon to join the club, Ans! I heard that everyone in the club is talking about you, and I want to see where you are. Holy!"

He spoke excitedly, but Ansel was silent. After a long while, he asked slowly.

"So, did the people at the club know I'd be here today?"

Joey also slowly closed his voice, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

Should, should…

After all, today is the only new couple's day in the near future.

Thinking of that much-anticipated possibility, before entering the tavern, Joey had completely turned into a quail with a shriveled head and huddled behind Ansel. It's a pity that he is half a head taller than Ansel, so he can't hide it at all, so he can only look at Ansel with awe as he pushes the door open.

Ans is not afraid at all! That's what everyone is watching-

The door of the tavern opened, and for a moment, all eyes turned to the two people standing at the door. Neither of them were wearing uniforms. One of them had a golden badge on his chest, while the other had nothing on his chest, like a newcomer. Thinking of the newcomer who was introduced by the second-class Nebula, who had hunted down a high-ranking demon from the very beginning, the crowd in the tavern suddenly became slightly restless.

The newcomer has a rare white hair that is as long as the waist, and those bright pupils seem to reflect a sunset. In the face of so many sights, he didn't panic at all. He still took his pocket in one hand, looked around calmly for a week, and then locked the position of the check-in counter.

"Excuse me, are you registering here?"

Anse El came to the counter and Joey followed behind him. This is the first time Joey feels so uncomfortable coming to the club. He was a transparent person. At most, people can say, "It's the sixth-class star with a special physique" and so on. At such a high-profile moment, It's unprecedented!

Ans looks good!

No more accustomed. His Majesty the Demon King thought indifferently, when he ordered hundreds of thousands of troops, when he toasted with millions of people of the devil world on festivals, which time was not the eyes of everyone? Even in the Demon King's Palace on weekdays, he was under the eyes of many maids and attendants, working while paying attention to his various disguise accessories.

Now he is standing here with ease, very relaxed!

The clerk behind the counter looked at him with novelty, and saw that Ansel's expression was unmoved, and he smiled. She stood up, propped her elbows on the table, arched her body flexibly, stretched out like a cat, and began to have thin fluff and whiskers on her face. Just like that, she raised her eyes and face, which had been completely beast-like, and slammed closer to Ansel.

Ansier didn't even move an eyelash, he had seen too many leopards and bears.

Joey then reacted, and quickly looked at Ans Air's expression, seeing that he was not frightened, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Don't scare him, Ans is the first time he comes into contact with this world."

"Oh, it's the first time?" The front desk staff has returned to a human appearance, smiling, "As expected of the most promising newcomer in recent years, I heard that you killed one High-ranking demon?"

In such an atmosphere, Ans El calmly filled out the form. Most of the content he filled in came from the identity information that Ceros prepared for him. Fortunately, he prepared these, otherwise he It may be difficult to get into the witcher club smoothly. Ans El did not believe that such a large organization would not conduct an investigation before absorbing new recruits.

, but it's just a tool for testing. Seeing that Ansier was cautiously not moving, the front desk staff explained with a smile.

"Because you were just a normal human before, you need to test your elemental level before you become a witcher. Once the formalities are complete, you can even choose magic to learn in the club."

Ansel: "…"

The welfare is good, but he is really worried about one thing.

His Majesty the Demon King bowed his head, the crystal was already in his hand, crystal clear and fragile. In front of the magic power of the Demon King, the crystal is like a piece of ice as thin as a cicada's wings, and the airflow between the breaths can destroy it, let alone input power into it.

Ansel began to think desperately about how to prevent this crystal from exploding into crystal fireworks.

Seeing him holding the crystal hesitant, the front desk staff and Joey can understand this feeling very well. In the face of the test, everyone hopes that they can perform better. It is best that the light presented by the crystal belongs to the element they like, which means that they can use the corresponding element magic to become a magician.

After a period of intense thinking, Ansel finally came up with a solution. His other hand, still in his pocket, happened to be slowly grasping a horn. This horn was detached from the first broken headband, and Ansel carried it with him only to convert a small amount of power. In this case, maybe he can input the minimum power, and then use the horn Divide, and finally let a faint trace of magic power enter the crystal.

Should...not fry...

Right?

Just as Anselm was about to do it, someone interrupted him.

"...What are you hesitating about? Didn't you defeat the upper demon?" The visitor's tone was not good, and he snorted, "You should be very clear about the so-called 'defeat the upper demon' It was just a mistake, that high-ranking demon was seriously injured by Mr. Yun!"

Ansel: "…"

This is really fair, because that's how he made it up! But for some reason, it still evolved into such a highly anticipated scene.

He turned his head to see who this sober person was, and saw an old man with a young man standing behind him. The old man was wearing a gray gentleman's hat and a stylish cloak. His sharp eyes were fixed on Ansel, his face full of displeasure.

The star on his chest has three horns.

—A third-class star witcher.

Joey seemed to know this person, and he tugged at Ansel's sleeve secretly.

"Anse, this person is..."

"You don't need to introduce me, Joey." The old man snorted coldly, showing the badge on his chest, "I am a third-class star, and I am called a 'weapon master' in the club. Weapons worthy of the name have hunted demons."

He waved his hand to drive away.

"Stay out of the way, you delayed the registration of the newcomers I brought."

Joey frowned.

"But Ans hasn't registered yet..."

Anseyer was amnesty, and quickly put down the crystal to leave, fearing that a breath would blow the crystal.

"It's fine, it's okay to be earlier or later." Ansier said happily, after thinking about it, he used the virtues of the human world again, "After all, the elderly are given priority."

The veins on the forehead of the weapon master jumped up.

"You said I'm getting old?!" His focus was no longer on registering newcomers, but on competing with Ansel. The best way to compare witchers is to compare the hunting of demons, so he asked aggressively.

"Boy, what weapon did you use to kill that high-ranking demon?"

His question made Ansair's mind go blank for a moment.

This, this...why ask this...it's not very good to say...

Seeing the quarrel here, the witchers all around began to gather here. A powerful newcomer directly hunted down the upper-level demons and joined the club. This incident has become a big news within the club. However, because many things have not been fully summarized, the specific process of the hunt has not been disclosed to the public. When they heard the question from the weapon master, most people became excited.

What weapon? gun? Or a sword? Or high voltage? These are all methods that weapon masters have used before. He has killed many demons, and he likes to ask other people what weapons to use to hunt demons, and then use his own record to crush them.

No one knows weapons better than the Weapon Master! He has used all the weapons that can kill demons!

"Come on, there is no need for secrecy now." The weapon master was aggressive, "What weapon did you use?"

Ansel; "…"

He really can't bear it! For him, those who can hunt monsters are warriors. He has a deep affection for these people, and his weapon is really...

But the weapon master is completely relentless, and there are more and more people around.

Finally, Ans-El opened his mouth.

“…the baguette.”

"What???"

"I said, baguette."

“…”

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and the next second, the weapon master burst into anger.

"Are you kidding me? Isn't baguette a type of bread? How to hunt demons???"

He was so angry that he was about to rush over, but the newbies and other witchers beside him hurriedly stopped him. Joey didn't expect the scene to get to this point, and has been explaining hard beside him.

"Really, it's really a baguette, it's been out for almost two weeks!"

"Anse pierced the head of the upper demon with a stick... Really!"

In the face of the chaos, Ansair covered his face with one hand in pain.

"Stop it, Joey."

"Yes, but..."

"I don't even want to believe it, and..."

The eyes of His Majesty the Demon King explain what it means to be ashes.

"Suddenly feel embarrassed..."

So stop talking, please.

As the chaos in the tavern became more and more chaotic, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open again, and the footsteps were uniform. These people who were uniformly wearing witcher uniforms quickly ended the chaos in the tavern. The weapon master stared, but stopped talking, and bowed his head slightly along with the other witchers.

The scene was silent for a while.

"Good night, everyone."

In the silence, the girl's voice was clear and steady. The silver hair was flickering with blue stars and hair accessories. The girl held a picture book and walked in slowly in the light and dexterous voice of leather boots stepping on the ground. The surrounding witchers greeted her one after another, and the girl smiled back one by one.

Now, she stands in front of Ansel.

"Hello, I'm one of the investors of the Witcher Club, Sylvia."

She reached out her hand to Ansel in a friendly manner, her dignified tone not concealing her curiosity.

"You are who..."

"The newcomer who killed the upper demon with a stick?"

Ansel: "…"

Forget this!

The author has something to say:

Anse:…

The inseparable baguette.

#he regrets it#

#But using a folding stool doesn't seem to be much better#