The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

"You..." Flange's lips wriggled, unable to see the Witcher's iconic badge, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. But the other party was wearing a witcher's coat, and he still wore it in such a free and easy way, it looked very...

Strong!

Fran staggered to his feet, and the secret meeting hurried up to protect him, but even so, in front of this powerful tall star and other witcher, Fran still felt insecure sense. At any time, the other party can put him on the ground like just now and look down arrogantly.

The high-star witcher who seems to be in charge is here. Damn, I thought there were no three-star or above witchers in this town...

The weapon master was shocked at the moment just now, and only after a closer look did he realize that it was Ansair. He murmured in his heart, not knowing what medicine was sold in Ansi Er's gourd, Joey bumped him beside him, winking fiercely.

The weapon master had to bow his head like other witchers, and the atmosphere was very chill.

"I don't care why you guys came here, this is the territory set up by the Witcher Club, while I don't want to do it right now..." Ansel raised his chin slightly, his eyes sharp, "Get out."

Flange gritted his teeth, although he was completely overwhelmed in momentum, he was still unwilling.

"As long as three high-level demons...we'll..."

What responded to him was the sound of all the weapons unsheathed, and the crossbow arrow was raised again to aim at Flange's head. At such a close distance, one arrow could make his head bloom.

"I'm not negotiating with you." The witcher who did not wear a star badge said indifferently, his eyes suddenly opened with the color of the sunset, and the sudden sense of oppression even made the field The weak members of the secret society are fighting on both legs.

"One minute, get out! You want three living upper-level demons, and I want a few freshly chopped heads!"

The crossbow in his hand moved down, pointing towards Flange's hand.

"The alchemist's hand should be very precious, right?"

Flange: "!!"

He was afraid, how precious are the hands of the alchemist! Fran has no doubt that if he keeps holding on, the opponent will definitely cut off his hands, the arrow tip will pierce his eyes, and he will crawl on the ground like a dog and get out...

Ansel: "…"

The pupil of this alchemist has been shaken by a double image, what kind of torture is this brain filling?

Anseyer made sure that the people in the secret meeting went far, and the aura that opened up returned to what he thought was ordinary. The people in the secret meeting are not very good at resisting pressure, His Majesty the Demon King thought to himself, when he berated subordinates who neglected their duties, dealt with traitors who were ineffective in handling affairs, and ripped apart with the demon lord on the spot... It was much more fierce than this.

Thinking of something, he suddenly turned his head.

"What happened just now, do you want to report a..."

As a result, he was swept away by his sight, and the weapon master was like a frightened rabbit, and hid behind Joey. Seeing Ansair looking at him with strange eyes, he blushed.

Joey was also stammering beside him.

"Big, big devil!"

Anse Elton was surprised, when? When was his identity revealed? !

After a few clicks, Joey finally spoke the whole sentence smoothly.

"The Ans just now looks like the great devil."

Ansel: "…"

Don't scare him! I thought my identity was revealed! The Demon King's nerves are also very fragile!

At this time, other witchers also gathered around, all with snacks and lingering fears, but without exception, they praised Ans El's performance just now.

"Yes, Joey is right, I'm scared to death!"

"I thought Anse was going to chop off his hands, pierce his eyes with the tip of an arrow, and let him crawl on the ground like a dog and get out..."

Ansel: "…"

It's outrageous, this is all a mess of torture.

Ansier felt that most of the time he was very considerate and reasonable. Look, Levy once messed up a few of his border trades, didn't he care too much, just gently nailed an arrow between Levy's legs while he was sleeping? He also often warned the disobedient demon lords like this. Thanks to his reasoning, the atmosphere of the entire Eastern Region was very harmonious.

Alas, he is too reasonable, one day he will get rid of this **** gentleness.

Ansier took off his coat and returned it to Joey, and pinned the six-star badge on his chest. He still remembered the topic he had just said, so he asked the weapon master.

"What happened just now, are you going to report it?"

The weapon master nodded affirmatively. Speaking of which, at first he was worried that Ansi Er was young and energetic and would directly conflict with the secret society. But it turns out that Anseier is very calm and knows how to consider the club's position, which is really rare as a newcomer.

"The second-class stars have all gone to the devil's lair, please don't disturb me. I will report the matter to Miss Sylvia by leaps and bounds and wait for her reply."

Anselm pondered.

"The witch hunt can't be stopped until you get a reply. My suggestion is to divide the hand into two parts." He narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out two fingers, "One group should be in the outer Part-time patrols, always on guard for further action; the other group is hunting demons as normal and still following the original plan... Joey, what are you doing?"

Joey stopped and blinked.

"Anse, let me memorize the new arrangement. A good memory is not as good as a bad writing."

The weapon master also had a serious face, and he motioned Joey to continue.

"Let him memorize, and inform others later that there are no mistakes."

Anseyer was speechless for a while, and it smelled like Bruru copied his speech by hand during the Demon World Conference.

He sighed and helped people to the end.

"In addition, when reporting, you only need to ask two things."

"One is, if the witch hunt process is disturbed, can you fight to the death with members of the secret society; two is..."

His expression became a little serious.

“Can you arrange enough manpower in the periphery to evacuate the residents of the town?”

The weapon master's face changed, and he frowned.

"Has it gotten to this point?"

"Actually, this matter should start from the dispatch of reinforcements." Ans Air said, "But the club is a non-governmental organization, it will be very difficult to operate, I can understand."

The forces of the human world are intertwined, so it is inevitable that there will be such a problem. The Witcher Club's intentions are very good, but it is inevitably bound by the lack of public power. In this way, it seems that the demon world is still simple, and the demon king can give an order, and the army can overwhelm the realm.

The weapon master believes that he can only hunt demons, and is not the material to deal with such troubles, so he immediately planned to call the communication and let Ansair talk to Miss Sylvia directly.

Unexpectedly, Ansel turned around and left.

"Come on for the communication, there are still some places in the memorial that have not been cleaned up."

The weapon master was startled.

Ans Air is... to give him all the credit?

***

The honor of the human world, Ansel did not take it to heart. On his way back to the memorial, he followed the black swan, and he tapped the top of the swan's head with his fingertips.

"I don't know what order Theros gave. The movement of the secret meeting is very strange."

"When this mission is over, ask him."

He said casually, the black swan did not dare to move his head in a guilty conscience, and let him come and go. The swan raised his dark blue pupils to look at Ansair who was walking beside him. The other party didn't look angry.

The secret meeting is a net that he casts out. With his sensitivity and familiarity with monsters, the secret meeting will become an indicator of where the monster is located. In addition, Theros has realized that Ans El intends to gather the power of the human world, so a target is indispensable.

The secret society backed by him is just right.

Anseyer felt that the further he walked, the closer the black swan got to him, and finally clinged to his leg. He lowered his head and looked at the swan's blinking dark blue eyes, thinking that the other party didn't want to walk anymore.

"You really..."

He smiled and was about to pick up the swan, but the swan nervously avoided his hand and ran to the side first.

Black Swan: Hold on, let him wipe his feet.

There are still some monsters left in the memorial hall. Anse Er originally planned to clean it up by himself, but the magic mirror phone rang. He looked at the time, and it was today's official event.

Miserable, and another job miserable.

So the black swan was released to hunt monsters, and Ansair found a corner and pressed the official document on the wall for approval. After a while, I felt that this posture was uncomfortable again. I pulled a chair and put the official document on the chair. I sat on the corner of the wall and continued to work hard.

The magic mirror shook slightly, it was a cross-border communication.

"Andre." His Majesty the Demon King was approving official documents while receiving communications. The background sound was the sound of a group of geese running up and down.

"Good day, Your Majesty."

Andre's image appeared on the magic mirror, still smiling and meticulously dressed. And when he saw the environment in which Ans Aier approved the official document, he cracked.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! You are...!"

The chancellor burst into tears.

"Vassago, come and have a look! His Majesty is sitting on the ground to approve official documents, how hard it is! Vasa... fainted?"

The loyal supervisor is usually in charge of His Majesty's daily life. His Majesty's hardships in the Human World made him unacceptable, and he fainted for three seconds.

Three seconds later, a tearful fish eye completely filled the entire magic mirror screen.

"Your Majesty Woah Woah Woah Woah!"

"Sure enough! Sure enough, no one can follow you! Although the size is acceptable, the dim lighting, the rough floor, and the curtain behind you... Who is responsible for the starch washing? To be so light on you!"

Anse El looked blank.

"No, this is not my residence in the human world."

This is a memorial hall. In fact, when it comes to decoration, Ans Air thinks this memorial hall is not bad?

"I live in a luxury hotel in the Human World, you don't have to worry about that." He gestured the size of the room, "It's probably this big, quite big."

The supervisor and the chancellor wept together.

Small.

Your Majesty has suffered.

It is useless to weep blindly. Andrei is currently taking off his glasses to wipe his tears, and is determined to rush to His Majesty's side as soon as possible. This is what he wants to report.

"

This is also the result of the cooperation between Suberbian City and Lust City. The famous alchemists in the city are all summoned, and the demons who are proficient in space magic are also among them. The news that the two His Majesties are currently in the Human Realm cannot be disclosed, and the only request is to reopen the passage between the two realms. Unfortunately, the results have been limited so far.

Can't open it? Ans Aier thought for a moment.

Send a letter in person and ask him to take action."

An alarm bell rang in Andre's heart, but the alchemist and his prime minister could not see the intersection of business for the time being, and it should not affect his important position in His Majesty's heart, so he bowed slightly .

"Understood, I'll be ready for reception."

The great alchemist was the maker of Ans'er's horn headband. Before that, Ans'er wrote a letter to repair the horns, and experienced a tossing from the devil world to the human world , the reply letter was delivered to him just today, and the letter contained a space ring with layers of passwords.

New Horn!

"With his action, the passage between the two worlds will soon be established." Holding the space ring with the new horns, Ansi Er is full of confidence, "Before that, I will also Consider establishing connections through other means, you have already torn a palm-sized crack... Then for example..."

Anseyer just said casually, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly continued naturally.

"For example..."

He blinked.

"Demon Summoning?"