The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

There are only three things, Ans El has a very good memory in terms of revenge, so he made a small braid for Ceros before walking away.

His Majesty the Demon King touched the pigtail with very poor craftsmanship, and was a little helpless, but he was not willing to remove it. This scene fell into the eyes of Westham, who came to report respectfully, and was almost 120,000 points of horror.

"Ge, Your Excellency?" He calmed his mind and tried to lower his head, "The Holy Court has indeed officially declared war, and even joined the Witcher Club, and the secret meeting... Not even a familiar..."

Although it has been decided to worship the only demon devoutly, but facing the aggressiveness of the Holy Court, and possibly the attack of angels, the situation is really not optimistic. Westham thought that if he could take the opportunity to obtain Forbidden Magic-level magic, even if it was just a one-off, he was too eager to reach that realm.

"...But I overestimated your abilities."

The devil's face was still not allowed to be pryed, and the low words spit out, Westham suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on his back. If defined as "useless", Westham has no doubt that the devil will abandon them.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." He knelt down, his head on the ground. The demon sat comfortably with his legs crossed, and made an upward monophonic sound.

"Huh? So, what are you going to do?"

"This..."

Westham felt that it was difficult to use other demons, and only rely on the secret society to confront the other two major forces head-on...

"Forget it, then let's downgrade you and give some care to babies." The devil said, "Still too low-level things, still don't appear in front of my eyes. But if you can bring Go back to the upper demons, and I will turn them into soldiers loyal to the secret society."

Westham's eyes widened, what a power!

In this way, their secret society has to compete with the witcher, but the difference is that the witcher has to hunt and the secret society has to recycle. Westham's brain was running like a storm, not only that, but they also sent a large number of people out to search for traces of powerful demons everywhere.

Found! bring back! Use it for your own use!

Theros was still sitting upright, but he could fully guess what the human beings were thinking. This was the quality of His Majesty the Demon King who had been in power for over a thousand years. He can also fully imagine that the frantic search of the secret society will attract the attention of other organizations, and then...

Monster: Are you the one who brought the devil here? ? ?

Westham has been beaten for too long, and it's time for a sweet winter jujube.

Cerros: "…"

He seems to have been infected with the winter jujube metaphor by Ansair.

A scroll appeared in his hand, and he levitated it in front of the guild leader Westham.

"Since it's baby-like care..."

The demon slightly lowered his eyes.

"In this scroll, a forbidden spell is sealed."

Westham was still in a trance when he stepped backwards and exited the room. The scroll was hidden by him in a close position, even if it was cold to the touch, it still made Westham's heart feel hot.

He will not tell anyone about the existence of this scroll!

Westham raised his eyes and saw Frank walking slowly from the other end of the corridor. After a simple nod, he passed him and went to the room where the devil was. Westham can somehow know the other party's mind, this young alchemist has been fascinated by the power of the devil.

He doesn't think Flan will be loved by the devil.

But if he gets it, he doesn't mind giving Flan a high glance.

As a human alchemist, Fran was in charge of some of the tests on monsters and came here to submit a report. When he raised his head tentatively, he was surprised to see that the devil, who had always been elusive and elusive, actually had a very rough braid in one side of his black hair.

"You, in your hair..." he stammered, "that..."

Theros was reading the report, and he didn't lift his eyelids when he heard the words, but he quickly heard the human kneeling below say.

"Do you want to tear it down?"

Remove?

The devil finally raised his eyes, but it wasn't that Fran finally noticed him, but unabashed displeasure.

"Get out."

Remove what!

He's taking it to bed!

***

After the convenience store was repaired, Ans Air officially started working three jobs.

His daily schedule is very full, and the time he gets up early and before going to bed will be used to review the official documents of the demon world, then go to work, and after get off work, he will go to the witcher club for a while, and the focus is to observe other Human strength levels, and strive to synchronize your own strength levels with it.

The magic of the human world may be due to insufficient power levels, but instead develop in multiple directions, many of which are strange and interesting, and Ansel likes it very much.

The way he expresses his liking is to learn, to learn, and to try to put into practice.

For example, the little magic of "fairy wand making", the magic effect is to make a fairy wand, Ansair made hundreds of them, and they were sold in convenience stores. The root is twenty yuan, and it makes a lot of money. He also transformed this magic in private, and changed it into "Giant Fairy Wand Making" and "Long-lasting Fairy Wand Making". These finished products could not be leaked out, so he took them all to Ceros.

This directly led to a long period of time, secret meeting members often found a row or a huge row of fairy sticks quietly smearing flowers in the devil's room.

Although Ans Air has paid great attention and tried to hide his learning progress, magic is a thing, and it is easy to master the high-level and the low-level. Gradually, there were still rumors that the newcomer was a genius in the club.

However, this did not affect Ans Air's good popularity in the club. Although he has a rare white hair, his face usually has no expression and looks more arrogant. But after getting in touch, the witchers often find that this newcomer has a good temper, is versatile, is well-informed and can make jokes, looks good, and even if he has multiple jobs, he will still be with the club. The old witcher learns to play the harmonica.

"Woooooo-"

Ansier worked hard to play the harmonica, he can play simple tunes now, and learning the instrument still takes a certain amount of time. The silver harmonica loomed between his fingers, the lacquer reflecting light.

"It's only been a few days of learning, and it looks like it. Ans must have secretly practiced when he went back?" A witcher sat down at the round table where Ansi Er was. There are many such small round tables on the first floor, where witchers exchange information, check quest details, or simply relax with a drink.

The witcher greeted Ans-El with a drink cup, which he invited Ans-Eir to drink.

"Practice a little."

Ansier put down his harmonica, and there was a soft snort next to him.

"He wants to play "Swan Lake"... Really, he wants to fly before he can run."

The weapon master was sitting next to him, slowly taking apart a gun and putting it back together. Although his mouth was unforgiving, his hand movements were very light, because Ansi Er's score was placed on the table at will, and the air flow might cause the score to be tilted.

Ansier's weapons for hunting high-ranking demons are too special, and they can't be compared at all, so the weapon master can only hum.

The witcher who ordered a drink laughed.

.If you have a mission, you can call me."

Anse Er waved the hand holding the harmonica as a farewell.

He's fully integrated into these witchers.

Probably the atmosphere of the tavern makes Ans El feel very comfortable, and he has experienced the process of integrating into the demon world, and he is more calm this time. Ansier recalled that he had just arrived in Suberbian City, and the small but lively tavern that accepted him, couldn't help but smile.

Maybe the integration is quick, but also because he already has a place in his heart.

Joey was eating a creamy pasta next to them. They just came to the club to report after their duty today, and it was said that they were going to arrange a task. Before the mission, Joey pessimistically planned to eat enough, the witcher profession was quite dangerous.

In fact, he can be like before, not participating in any tasks, not doing any dangerous things, the club will not force registered witchers to hunt demons, forcible tasks will only make sacrifices rate increased significantly. The club hopes that, through generous remuneration and benefits, the hunters will be encouraged to actively hunt and contribute to the defense of mankind.

But now, Joey is sitting here.

He lowered his blue eyes.

The creamy macaroni is very sweet, the upcoming mission is dangerous, the demons are powerful and scary... But he doesn't want to be like that night, the shutter door separates the two worlds, he is a protected escape, Ans faced danger in his place as a sixth-class star.

That night, as long as Goddess of Luck's sight shifted by the slightest, he might never see Ansel again.

After experiencing that time, Joey suddenly realized one thing, even if he was cowardly and curled up in place, the devil would still come over.

Maybe he will never become a great witcher, but at least he can be like Ans, a little bit of courage, a little bit to protect.

He has a special physique, and he should play a special role.

Start by trying to keep up with Anse.

On the second floor of the tavern, Sylvia smiled and looked at the very lively table. She felt that there was a very special magic in the newcomer Ans El, which would attract crowds to gather around him. When he was around, the attracted people would gradually realize some things that had been neglected for a long time, such as dignity and honor. with virtue.

"...Like a hero, don't you?" Sylvia said suddenly, and then repeated it seriously to the old man next to her, "Grandpa Gavin, don't you think, he really resembles A brave man?"

"The hero of the previous generation has been away from the Holy Court for a long time."

This is an ancient tradition in the human world. The Holy Court follows the guidance of angels and cultivates brave and sages. Originally, the Holy Court also held both the holy sword and the magic sword. The magic sword was in a long-term seal, and the holy sword was held by the brave to clear the world of disasters. When there is no invasion, the brave will fight secret societies that believe in evil devils, and when there is an invasion, they will attack the invaders.

Silvia also grew up listening to the story of the hero and the holy sword.

Gwen immediately denied it.

"The last generation of brave warriors haven't sent back news of death, it shouldn't be." His tone was firm, and Sylvia nodded convincingly. Since her father, she has respected the old man who is the strongest magician in the witcher club. In Sylvia's generation, it has not changed and should not change.

"Speaking of which, Hill, your sweetheart is about to be freed from that troublesome demon hunting mission, right?" Gavin changed the subject, and immediately, a red glow appeared on the girl's face. She was very shy, and felt that she should face her feelings openly, so she took a few deep breaths and replied softly.

"...Yes, I have received the message."

But she was still very shy, so she ran down the stairs and came to the lobby on the first floor for fear of being teased again.

Gavin heard a commotion, as if Sylvia had decided to treat a guest, and she had included all the drinks and food present.

The downstairs was cheering loudly, but Gavin's old face was hidden in the shadow of the stairs, looking extremely gloomy. From this angle, he can see the white-haired newcomer, every strand of the other's hair is shining holy, and the golden-red pupils are like the fire of God that purifies everything. The crowd surrounded him, talking to him, smiling at him, the stars holding the moon.

Sylvia was right.

Gwen thought gloomily.

Like a hero.

“…You look black and bad luck.”

The sudden voice made Gaiwen almost lose his expression, and he instantly changed back to the gentle old man, looking up at the young man wearing the second-class star badge slowly going down the stairs . He stepped aside and asked with a smile.

"Why, I don't look good? Maybe I'm too tired recently."

Yun Jian looked at him seriously for a while, and then slowly retracted his gaze.

He didn't think it was his own illusion. When he came down from the upstairs just now, he did see Gavin staring in the direction of Ansel with a strange expression. The Witcher Club is an organization with relatively few internal conflicts, but there are also certain factions. As the strongest fighting force, Gavin has experienced several generations in the club, and has made good friends with various investors. He is alone with Yun Jian. The Lone Wolf is completely different.

Are you worried that Ansel's rise will threaten your power?

It looks like he wants to pay more attention to Anse El.

Before thinking about it, Yun Jian had already come to Ans El. Joey finished his pasta with a tragic look on the battlefield. Ansi Er looked very calm, looking at the thin task list in Yun Jian's hand, he already knew Yun Jian's purpose.

"I'll send you a first mission, and there is good news by the way."

Yun Jian looked at Ans Air's eyes that had realized something and started to shine with money, and couldn't help but laugh

"The corpse of the high-ranking demon, the club bought it at a high price."

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