The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

While the morning light was still shrouded, Westham came to the door with a somewhat unsteady gait. On the surface, he brought him over to ask forgiveness from the honorable lord at the begging of Frank; in fact, Westham was just using Frank as a shield to check on Gavin's movements. .

Actually chatted with the distinguished adult all night...

Westham is worried that Gavin will take his place.

"This is a rare opportunity, Fran." Westham glanced at the haggard alchemist beside him. If Fran was not forgiven, then he could be abandoned.

"...Yes." Fran bowed his head in pain, "I will definitely ask for forgiveness."

He not only exposed the existence of the secret society in the small town, but also attracted the attention of the Holy Court, and lost the army. And the most embarrassing thing is that he was expelled directly by the witcher, which is even more shameful to the secret society. His sin was so serious that it was hard to stand in the conclave, and forgiveness was the last chance.

This is for Westham's sake as a precious alchemist.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, and Westham was also immediately focused.

—Silence.

There is no response in the room, because the demon occupying this room has already gone to work with the witcher.

***

Although he said that he would let Theros help him go to work and fish for himself, in fact, Ansel did not intend to do so at all. Once back in the town, Ans El said hello to the other witchers and wanted to hunt the witches alone, and then he rejoined Theros at the corner of the street.

He saw the black-haired and blue-eyed Demon King standing there, applying shielding magic, and looking at the surrounding environment lightly. Ansel suddenly remembered the reports about Theros he had seen in the Demon Realm. In those reports, Theros also had the same expression. Ans El had seen a lot of reports about Ceros, and usually this expression represented boredom.

Pfft.

He suddenly felt very interesting. Instead of facing him, he approached quietly from behind. When he was an arm's length away from the opponent, Theros was keenly aware of something, and suddenly heard Ansel's voice sounding faintly behind him.

"...The Western Demon King Theros, accompanied by the Eastern Demon King Ansi Er, went to the Human World to inspect the demon hunting work."

Great news!

However, this lively expression didn't last long, and Theros noticed that Anseir's expression was serious, and he assumed the posture of a demon king.

"Your Majesty."

Vassago bows in greeting.

"Four-fifths of the monsters in the town have been cleaned up according to your instructions. In addition to the cleanup of humans, it is expected that all monsters in the town will be cleaned up this evening."

Most of the monsters Vassago cleaned up were priest-level monsters, which greatly reduced the casualties of the witcher. There are only a few high-level monsters left, and they can hone the demon hunters' ability to hunt monsters, which can be said to be a very good training opportunity.

When Vassago was reporting, he peeked at another Demon King with dark blue eyes and expressionless face beside his Majesty. Yesterday, he had learned some details of the previous battlefield from Fini's mouth. The more the supervisor listened, the more he felt...

Asshole! This **** definitely wants to humiliate their majesty!

As the only minister currently beside His Majesty, he absolutely must guard His Majesty! !

"Very good, hard work." Ansair nodded slightly, "You haven't rested since the night before, right? Vassago, you can rest for a while now. Before leaving here, I will call on you."

Vassago: "!!"

Your Majesty's voice is so gentle, His Majesty cares for him, but that's why...!

"No, I'm not tired, Your Majesty. Honestly, I'm more than happy to work overtime."

Vassago smiled, one eye looked at Ans El, full of admiration, and the other eye looked at Ceros next to him, staring!

It can be said that he is very schizophrenic. Fortunately, he is a water monster, and his two eyes can be moved separately.

Cerros: "…"

Hmmm…does this realize something…

How could His Majesty the Demon King be afraid! The patriarchs of the Asmodeus family have recorded all kinds of possible situations in the family biography, and he is not afraid of anything when it comes to love!

What! What! All! Do not! afraid!

Vassago's eyes were about to pop out, and he watched Ceros raise his hand and gently tug at His Majesty's beautiful white hair. His movements are gentle, more like a reminder, or...

Flirt.

He even put his grey hair in a small circle around his knuckles.

This scene stimulated Vassago's eyes almost to freedom, and he immediately pressed his hands back to avoid losing his temper in front of His Majesty. At this time, he heard another Demon King say this.

"Anse, my subordinates always say that, most of the time they are just trying to be brave."

"Look, he's so tired that he starts massaging his eyes."

Anseyer took a closer look, and sure enough, Vassago was so tired that he even started to scratch his eyes! He suddenly felt guilty, he shouldn't let Vassago work overtime for so long because there is only one subordinate by his side, so he gently but toughly asked Vassago to rest.

Vassago covering his eyes: "…"

Yes, **** it! The number of sections of the Demon King of the Western Regions is so high!

Andre! blulu! The two of you, the tea of ​​tea, come and take care of it!

Arranging his subordinates, Ans El didn't forget about Ceros gently pulling his hair just now, so he raised his eyebrows and asked.

"For the third time, do you want to fight?"

Different from the real tit-for-tat at the beginning, Ans Air's speech now looks like a small cute threat, like a bird spreading its wings and feathers to scare others, it is basically not true 's fight.

Cerros smiled.

"No, just wanted to remind you, is it time to take me to see how you work."

Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned this, Ansel became happy, and he took Theros to see how he caught mice!

It's broken, and he owes Ceros twenty live mice.

I wonder if Vassago left twenty of them!

Throughout the day, Ans-El showed Theros well enough to live in harmony with the monsters. He can now suppress the power output to a very low level to fight low-level monsters, similar to how a person can slap a mosquito with a slap, but after training, he can slap a mosquito's wings with a slap. Theros failed to do this at the beginning, which made Anseir very proud.

Around noon, Ansi Er also went to the box lunch distribution point of the Demon Hunter Club to receive two box lunches. His Majesty the Demon King ate this kind of cheap human food for the first time in his life.

"Cheap?" Ansair glared, "A luxury lunch box of twenty dollars, you say cheap?"

Cerros: "…"

He can sometimes eat a thousand gold in one meal.

His Majesty the Demon King stared at this lunch box, and suddenly a fork came over and put two pieces of chicken into his lunch box. There are only two pieces of chicken nuggets in each box lunch, which is the essence of the whole box lunch.

"I haven't used the fork yet." Ans Air made a serious statement, then smiled, "Okay, don't dislike it, I'll give you the chicken nuggets, eat quickly."

Cerros: "!!"

Ans Air is really good! He even suspected that Ansair had secretly learned the Asmodeus family's Demon King School!

In the middle of the warm and harmonious meal, the two began to compete over some trivial matters, and they just finished the whole meal like a competition. Ceros had two more chicken nuggets in his lunch box, and it was especially painful for him at the end.

…Eastern Demon King Ans El, accompanied by Western Demon King Ceros, was having a lunch contest in the human world.

Cerros calmly wrote the news in his mind, he stood up slowly. In the afternoon, I would slap the wings of mosquitoes with Ansair.

True human suffering!

***

Because of the addition of the two demon kings and the cleaning of Vassago before, sure enough, by the evening, the monsters in the town were cleared! The last few hidden monsters were found and killed by Ansair one by one. In his perception, there were indeed no monsters in the town.

The witcher held a grand bonfire party for this purpose.

The townspeople have not moved back, the whole town belongs to them. The bonfires built by magic were burning brightly, and the witchers toasted together to reward the hard work of the trip.

Speaking of this trip, you can go back and tell your descendants. In a town like a devil's cave, there are not only demons as large as mountains, but also strange and unpredictable demon summoning organizations... But everything is solved in front of the brave man who draws the holy sword!

Joey was a little embarrassed to accept the toasts from several people, but his eyes were looking for the trace of Ansel, and he finally found it, but there were too many people around him, and he couldn't squeeze through.

In addition to him, there are people who are paying attention to Ans Air. The Demon King stared intently at the white-haired figure surrounded by the crowd. Everyone wanted to go over and say hello to Ans El. Everyone was proud to say a few words to him. Seeing this lively scene, Theros suddenly understood. , Why do so many powerful demons gather in the Eastern Territory of Ans El.

—Anse Er has the air of a sparkling dreamer.

He will always listen carefully to what others have to say before making his own judgment. Always humble and gentle, always strong and independent.

How dazzling an angel should be in the supreme sky. When his white wings spread like sails, when he is under the light of the sky, when he softly sings a hymn... the gods will probably stop and listen.

The holy angel was in the crowd, and suddenly, the rolling sunset pupils met Theros's pupils. Theros seemed to smile when he saw the angel, raised his hands to say goodbye to the people around him, and then came towards him.

Cerros felt his heart stop for a few beats.

"Aren't you with them?" he asked with some duplicity, "Those humans seem to like you very much and are very fond of you."

Anselz moved closer to Theros, so that the magic that concealed his figure could also cover him. The crowd was still at a loss, and they couldn't find where the hero who was the protagonist and hero of the celebration party went. They didn't know that Ansi Er was leaning against the fence with the Demon King close at hand.

"Forget it."

Ansell laughed.

"Devils are still fun to play with."

Cerros: "…"

But you are an angel! Where does this weird sense of racial belonging come from?

But...

It's fun to play with angels and demons, no, it should be the most fun.

The residual heat of the bonfire made the surroundings warm, and Ansel also relaxed slightly, and even wanted to doze off. But he still had something to say, and in the midst of this situation, he recalled something.

"It wasn't the one-on-one time, Ceros, do you remember the first time we met?"

He looked at Ceros with a slight frown, then tilted his head and smiled.

"You may not know it was me at the time, after all, I was really embarrassed at that time."

"At that time, I was wandering on the edge of the Lake of Fire. The sky was gray, and everywhere was a haze of dust that rose as the Lake of Fire burned."

"And in this gray and decadent scene, I suddenly saw another color—"

He turned his head and smiled at the other devil.

"A dark blue, fluttering flag, fluttering at the forefront of the Demon King's ceremonial guard, there are swans flying on the flag, and the swan's eyes are burning with ambitions like the fire of ice."

He said softly and nostalgically.

"Cerros, that's your swan flag."