The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

When the arrow descended on the Holy Court like a comet with blazing flames, the grand light was observed in many places in the Human World. Sylvia had already sat in the car heading for the headquarters. She saw the arrow through the car window on the way and held her breath for a while.

"...park!"

She stopped the car and was guarded by witchers in uniform who were passing the bridge across the river. The car stopped in the emergency lane with a flashing triangular light, Sylvia's hand was on the railing, her lilac eyes did not blink for a moment.

The people in the car with her also slowly got off, and the embers of the comet seemed to remain in the sky.

"What a terrible arrow, no matter who the arrow is aimed at, I am afraid that person will be penetrated on the spot." The gray-haired old man beside her said, and there was even a slight tremor in his voice. Sylvia then turned her head and looked at the old man beside her with surprise.

"Grandpa Gavin, you are the strongest magician in the club, mastering the magic of the Six Light Wheels, even you are powerless against this arrow?"

The old man had a solemn expression and shook his head slowly. In the field of vision, the arrow finally burned out completely, but the horror still seemed to remain in the viewer's heart.

"I can't do anything." His pupils contracted slightly, "That might be..."

"The realm of forbidden spells."

Sylvia was speechless, the realm of forbidden spells, the strongest Seven Light Wheel magic, the limit that could never be reached... She forced herself to breathe slowly, and suddenly, she Lifting her head, a witcher stood in front of her and greeted her respectfully.

"Miss Silvia, a communication from the Holy Court."

Not only the Witcher Club, but the Secret Club is also paying attention to the arrow outside the day. The leader of the secret society, Westham, is not completely confused like other organizations. He guessed in his heart that the only one who can make such a huge movement is the demon who came to the secret society. Before today, that lord had never shown his force so flamboyantly, and he never expected it to be so unfathomable and terrifying.

He was deeply in awe…

With desire.

***

Two pots.

While waiting for Ansel to come over, Ceros thought calmly.

In this way, at least two pots will be dunked on his head, one from the Holy Court, and one from the secret meeting. It is not ruled out that after these human world organizations exchange information, the witcher club will also give him to him in the future Take a sip and make him a prime hunter or something.

He took a deep breath, and for such a consequence, I don't know how Ansel planned to compensate him.

Compensation…

Well, compensation.

into where he is.

I saw Ansier lowered his head in time and let the horns and head enter together safely, but this could not hide the omission caused by not wearing the horns for too long—

Forgot to include the angle when calculating the height of my head!

The happy little train instantly turned into a familiar myocardial infarction, Ceros closed his eyes, if he died young, it must be Ansair's problem!

Ansier didn't know his rough heart, and after jumping in, he happily started showing off, the golden sixth-class star badge glittering on his chest.

"Come and see the honorable sixth star."

He looked quite proud, and this performance made Ceros quickly forget the heart attack just now and couldn't help laughing. He deliberately didn't get up, still sitting in the armchair, with one hand on his cheek, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and the dark blue devil's vertical pupils were full of pretended pride.

He asked casually.

"Then, how long does it take for a sixth-class star like you to level up to the point where he can hunt down a demon like me?"

This guy is more arrogant than his arrogant devil?

Anse Elton was fierce.

"Now!"

So cute.

Cerros thought.

Ansel is so cute.

The more contact he got, the more he could feel Ansel's cuteness. This kind of cuteness is not exaggerated and performative cuteness, but it is funny and joking. In Luster City, everything was as silent and cold as snow, not that it was bad. Theros himself liked silence and hated noise, but he felt that if Ansel could come to Luster one day City, it must be very interesting.

—It was like a red flower suddenly appeared in the blue and white snow field.

The more contact you have, the more attached you are and the more cautious you will be.

Theros is still thinking about the fact that Ans El had the Archon Angel, of course he can pretend that nothing happened, and enjoy the joy of Ans El standing on the same front as him . But since he already knew Ansier's identity as an angel, facing Ansair who didn't know about it, his dignity did not allow him to hide it.

At least she should tell Ansair that she should give the other party the respect.

Even if…

The Demon King lowered his eyes.

Even if he was really worried, Ansel would leave the Demon World.

“…Anse Er.”

He suddenly turned serious, which made Ansair restrain his expression and looked at him in confusion. In front of those beautiful sunset-colored eyes, Theros felt his emotions begin to surge again, but he tried his best to restrain it.

"The one I fought just now was not a monster."

He said this, this is the limit, he can restrain his heart to this point at most. He didn't dare to mention "heaven" or "angel" in front of Ansier. If such words came up, if they touched Ansier's thoughts...

His words made Ansair blink and hesitate for a few seconds.

Cerros's heart suddenly raised slightly, and then he heard Ans Air ask.

"Theros, the interests of the demon world are still with you, and they are still above everything, right?" He asked, never expecting Ansel to ask such a seemingly completely unrelated question , Ceros nodded slowly after being stunned for a short time.

"That's right, no matter when or what, the interests of the demon world are above everything else."

He saw Ansel smiled slightly.

"Isn't this over? As long as you are defending the interests of the demon world, then your enemy is my enemy."

What he said was so touching that Ceros almost suspected that it was his auditory hallucinations, which meant that Ansel would not have any principled conflict with him. But he couldn't understand, he couldn't understand anyway, the heaven sent Ansi Er to lurk into the demon world...

What exactly? Vigorously build the demon world and be loyal to the demon world wholeheartedly?

His Majesty the Demon King can’t understand!

"So, I said, in the human world, we are grasshoppers on a rope. If you have any questions, you must call me." The knife fell on the heart of His Majesty the Demon King, almost opening a splendid sea of ​​flowers.

Ansier is really good at it, how can he be so good!

"Sorry, it's my problem this time." Ceros apologized softly, even if he apologized, "As compensation, why don't I invite you to a bar."

Anyway, the convenience store is being repaired, and Ansel will not be working tomorrow... His Majesty has already figured out Ansel's schedule.

Good proposal! Ansier's eyes lit up, and after leaving the demon world, he and Theros really didn't get together to relax.

More! He was greedy for Ceros... that ice...

The two demon kings hit it off and decided to choose a cool place overlooking the world to drink. The huge black iron emblem of the secret meeting was unfortunately chosen. The emblem is a crescent moon and a demon bat wing. The upper edge of the crescent moon is just enough for a person to sit on. Adding some magic, it is not a problem to put a tray.

So, when the secret meeting was completely ignorant, a late-night cocktail party was held on top of his emblem.

Anseyer held the cup comfortably. In the cup, there was an ice sculpture of a fat bird that fell head down and was slowly melting, cooling the drink. The night wind blows his white hair, and the lights are slowly lined up in the field of vision, which is a different scene from the devil world.

“…you don’t have your hair tied.”

Cerros said softly.

"Dai...showing the horns, it's better to let the hair loose." Ans Air plausibly said, and he rolled up his sleeves, "I can take the hair tie with me, when I need it. Naturally tied up."

The hair tie on his wrist is the small horn hair tie that Ceros gave, one on his head, one on his wrist... Tonight's Ans Air, the horn content is a little too high.

His Majesty the Demon King couldn't help laughing, he felt a little emotional.

"In the demon world, we haven't had such a harmonious drink..."

Frequent quarrels.

Anse Er's face was deep.

"You don't understand, it's called mutual life."

“…”

Theros sighed deeply, expecting Ansel to say something sensational, it really depends on the probability. However, he is in a very good mood now, and some words can be said by him.

"After returning to the Demon Realm, I will carefully consider your new trade policy, and..." He looked at Ansair's brighter eyes, and couldn't help but laugh, "And, what do you think about the demon lord? policy.”

There is no king who doesn't want to eliminate those separatists, but Ansel's idea is too sharp. If it becomes a long-term plan, there may be a possibility of success. Even if it doesn't, softer policies won't provoke too strong a backlash.

It is the Demon King who has been groping all the way to the top, and he has only been in power for three hundred years. From the beginning, he should have given Ansier more patience and gentleness.

"The Demon King, you still have a lot to learn, if you don't mind..."

Theros was talking about this when the magic mirror in his pocket suddenly made an unusual vibration. He was slightly startled, took out the magic mirror, and Ansi Er next to him also took out the magic mirror.

The communication seems to be... through?

"Your Majesty!" On the other side of the magic mirror, the prime minister of Lust City, Naberis bowed excitedly. Although I have heard the news of His Majesty's well-being from the communication from Suberbian City, nothing can make the devil more reassuring than seeing it with his own eyes. While thinking this excitedly, Naberis recalled the way Andre, the **** in Luster City, made a phone call a few days ago to show off, and he was not at all angry.

No, isn't it because His Majesty took the initiative to call back to report safety, he didn't...not at all...

Naberis burst into tears in his heart.

He is sour, he admits he is sour.

But that's ok! He can take the initiative to communicate with his Majesty, and by the way, report the political affairs of the Western Regions, how could he... His Majesty Ansair is by his side!

Anseyer fiddled with the magic mirror and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Cerros, communication seems to be up."

This means that they can report the current situation to the demon world, remotely command the next step, and by the way... arrange for the possible subordinates of the demon world to come to the human world.

The power of Mordor, Mordor Mordor!

Cerros' side, Naberis was embarrassedly stuck and didn't know whether to continue reporting. Theros didn't seem to care, he glanced at Ansier next to him from the corner of his eye, and said directly with some tenderness and tenderness in his eyes.

"It's alright, Ansel is not an outsider."

Naberis: "…"

This look!

This statement!

He understands.

The queen.

The author has something to say:

Andre: I understand, unify the Three Realms!

Naberis: I see, the queen!

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