The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Half a convenience store!

Anseyer calculated in his heart that a priest-level dead mouse was worth half a convenience store!

Although from the perspective of the entire human world, it is very difficult to kill priest-level monsters, and corpses will not flow into the market often, but occasionally, on the premise of not destroying the entire dead mouse trading market, it is possible to rich!

But...

The corpse of a monster is a very sensitive thing, Anse Er still remembers that the prince of the monster has been beaten into that state, and his brain can still break out and escape. He also remembered that Ceros had said that the queen's brain was eaten by the prince.

Ordinary monsters may not have as many means as the prince, but the corpse of the monster, especially the brain, should be useful to other monsters.

The corpses acquired by the Witcher Club are well kept. If something goes wrong, there are six corpses that are full of threats to humans who can use magic.

So Ansair decided that he would find an opportunity in the future to "visit" the dead mouse that was sold. This is really a decision full of humanistic care. He really deserves to be the Eastern Region. Demon King.

The difficulty of the task brought by Yunjian is moderate, and the distance is also close, which seems to be very attentive. That mission gold was also very satisfying to His Majesty the Demon King, so he hurried to the mission location on an electric bike without saying a word.

The electric bike was recently learned by His Majesty the Demon King. It rides very slippery, bends and drifts.

Principal: "…"

He looked at the two people who came on the electric bike, and then looked behind them, it was empty.

No one else but these two.

The client's mood was broken. The two even wore the red and white uniforms of the convenience store.

It's the one with the white hair, who looks really, very beautiful...

"It's been a while."

Anseyer parked the car indifferently, parked the car, and braided his hair. This braiding process is really a bit stumbling, and I can only reluctantly braid it because of the good quality of the hair. When he saw the client looking at him and Joey with his mouth half open, he knew that he might be judged by appearances.

"Actually, we witchers have uniforms." He explained, "It's just that the two of us are still on duty at the convenience store during the day. No, we just came over after get off work and had a meal. "

Principal: "…"

He broke down even more, these two witchers were even amateurs! Can it work in the end!

The client understands the other side of the world, and has a good conscience. He sincerely persuades these two young amateur hunters.

"It's not that I don't trust your abilities, it's just... This kind of work... is actually very dangerous..."

It will really kill! Don't do it for the sake of high wages!

His Majesty the Demon King automatically read and comprehends his words, turned his head and said to Joey.

"Our first commission was really good. The client said he trusted our ability."

It's not that you don't trust your abilities = trust your abilities.

What a beautiful equation!

Joey's face was terrible, he knew that he couldn't count on Ansel, so he could only try to forgive the client's heart.

"Don't look at me as a sixth-class star witcher, in fact, it has been almost ten years since I joined the club. It's not long since Ans joined, and the uniform has not been made yet..."

The client is completely out of strength, the ultimate rookie who has joined the club for ten years and has not improved his star rating, plus a newcomer who has joined the club for too short a time and has no uniforms, both are amateur hunters Demon... Isn't this really here to send rations to demons!

"You guys should go back!" The client said bitterly, "It will really kill people!"

The client has a small courtyard of his own, surrounded by a wrought iron fence, but there are still rose branches extending from the fence, swaying in the wind with a strong floral fragrance. Ansier looked at the blooming roses and did not speak for a while, as if he was heartbroken by the scene of red roses blooming. When the client saw him like this, he immediately puffed out his chest proudly.

"Pretty, right? I grew it myself, and raised it for eight years... Huh? Huh? What are you doing?!"

The client saw that the young man he thought was beautiful just jumped over the fence, landed in his yard like a bandit, pushed aside the lush rose branches to expose the roots, and then said to— fold-

No! his roses! !

However, before he could open his mouth to scold, the white-haired young man had raised something from the broken rhizome of the rose bush. The carapace was struggling desperately, and the hideous mouthparts opened and closed.

The client quickly hugged Joey, and the two had the same fear on their faces.

"This, this is... a familiar?"

"Well." Ansair thought that the ultra-low frequency sound waves emitted by this believer-level monster were too loud, so he pinched it to death, and wrote lightly, "Also, it should be as big as your rose. "

He continued while putting the dead monsters into the club's special box for recycling.

"I read the quest description you provided, although it has only been in the past six months that strange phenomena have continued to occur, but judging from the carapace on the monster's back, it has grown in your home to a certain extent. Years. Even because life is so easy, it's about to evolve."

The client looked at the box containing the corpse in fear. He only knew alchemy because of his family background, and usually took small orders. How could he ever think that he would get along with a familiar. many years? He hadn't finished being afraid yet, only to hear the white-haired witcher continue.

"There should be more than one in your house."

Principal: "…"

It was horrible, it was horrible, he hugged the other witcher and cried. At this time, the client suddenly realized that the two amateur witchers actually cooperated quite well. One was in charge of flying the whole game, and the other... was in charge of soothing his emotions. Not so embarrassing.

Joey: "…"

Unexpected effects have been added!

Anseyer did not rush into the house, he saw a dog kennel in the yard, so he went to knock on the door, a trembling dog's head stuck out, his ears were shaking. trembling.

"Ah..." The client said, "Actually, I realized something was wrong at first, because the dogs in the house disappeared one after another. At first I thought they were lost, but it turned out to be more and more frequent."

There must be something wrong, the missing dog is very likely to be…

Ans Air rubbed the dog's head, then listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

The client held Joey's shirt tightly, and the scene in front of him made him feel a little weird.

"He... this... can talk to animals? Is he a druid?"

Druid is a mysterious profession. It is said that people in this profession can talk to birds and beasts, and even manipulate them. They can also choose one or two of the most familiar beasts and temporarily possess their power and properties. The front desk staff of the Witcher Club is such a profession, so I could temporarily have the face of a cat, trying to scare Ansi Er, but it was unsuccessful.

Joey didn't know either, but he felt that Ans had learned some new magic during this time.

Ans learned magic very quickly, he was a genius.

Actually, there's a simple reason why Ansel can talk to animals...

Angels can talk to small animals, isn't it normal?

The puppy's mind was a little confused, but combined with his perception, Ans El felt that there should be more than one messenger-level monster in this house. He looked at the mission description, and the judgment given by the club was suspected of being an ordinary demon, which was why Yun Jian gave him this mission.

If there are more than one, he is afraid that he will run away. After all, he can't directly take out a bow and arrow to shoot remotely...

He decided to get a helper.

"There may be more than one demon." He said the terrifying content calmly, "I'm going to use summon magic."

Summoning magic, as the name suggests, is a helper from another dimension. Ans El remembered that when they met before, Theros mentioned the borrowed swan, so that Ans El did not have to rush to return it, and could usually be used as a demon.

But Ans-El didn’t know that Theros meant—

No more goose hoops!

Goose can be more useful can't it!

Anseyer thought about it and thought so, so he pretended to summon a goose, at least to block the monster's escape route for a short time.

When he heard the summoning magic, the client was instantly excited. The way he looked at Anse Er was completely different now, mixed with trust and admiration. The white-haired witcher was astute and powerful, and he couldn't be more convinced that he could discover the demons that had been hidden in his house for eight years, and that he possessed druid skills.

Now, as soon as the powerful witcher said he wanted to summon helpers, the client automatically thought of a bunch of cool creatures, such as bipedal dragons, phoenixes, and wolf kings what…

But why.

Why a…

Goose?

"Pfft."

The client couldn't hold back for a while, and let out a laugh. He looked at Joey and saw that the other party was also stunned. He couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud.

Joey also looked inexplicable. He also didn't expect Anselm to summon a goose.

As soon as the swan was summoned, he stared at Ans El intently, ignoring others, and even walked over.

The client also squatted down and cried to the goose while holding back a smile.

"Quack." He imitated the duck's voice, laughing while learning, "Quack!"

Black Swan turned his head slowly, and finally looked at him, but his eyes were cold.

Principal: "…"

How strange.

He seemed to hear Death's pocket watch?

"No, don't hit the client!" A minute later, Joey persuaded hard, "Anse! Take care of your goose!"

The client will be killed!

Anseyer's expression is very flat, black swan is very measured, whether it is the flapping of wings or the seemingly merciless pecking, the swan is actually holding back its strength, but it looks like Miserable.

After all, it is the guard of honor of the Demon King, and it is not tolerated by anyone.

"Actually, I can't control the swan very well, so I can only wait until the fight is over."

Joey finally saw the fighting power of the swan, the client rolled and crawled, and finally shivered and curled up in the fallen rose. It may be that the black swan gave up the pursuit and paced back gracefully with a slow gait.

The swan approached Ans Aier, Ans Aier also squatted down, feeling the swan's beak resting on his shoulders, and kissing him affectionately.

So cute.

Anseyer thought, he smiled and hugged the plump bird.

He didn't know, Black Swan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Finally!

His Majesty the Demon King with the body of a black swan thought.

This time Ansair called out the swan, and it was finally not a ring!