MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 115

The consul's companion, Ans El, who was cherished by the angels, was sitting at the desk in the garb of a demon king, and had a cordial conversation with Morag, the president of the Poison Snack Research Association. Morag is a heroic-looking demon with a pair of bull horns on his head. Just looking at his appearance, no one can relate him to dim sum cooking and alchemy.

He is also a demon who has a good personal relationship with Guxin.

"Ah..."

Anseyer covered his mouth with his hand, endured the soreness at the tip of his nose, and refrained from sneezing. The president of the Poisonous Dessert Research Association, who was sitting opposite him, was surprised. He looked at the dim sum in his hand and seriously suspected that there were too few ingredients.

"I actually made a defective product. The effect of this dessert was originally to make people sneeze."

In fact, it was very effective. This was the fifth sneeze that Ansel had held back. After all, when he returned to the Demon Realm, he automatically and spontaneously carried the burden of the Demon King again, and he couldn't do whatever he wanted like he did in the Human Realm. And just like idols don't go to the toilet, Demon Lord! No sneezing!

"Do you remember, Your Majesty." Morag showed a nostalgic look, "We joined the club together, ate snacks together, and watched the mushroom villain and the dazzling camouflage together..."

Anse El held his forehead with one hand, of course he remembered. At that time, he didn't have a good tolerance for the food of the demon world, so he made up his mind to fight the poison with poison, and resolutely joined the poisonous snack research association with a strange style, and even became a distinguished founding member.

Who would have thought? This is just one of the efforts of a poor angel with a fragile stomach to perfectly disguise himself as a demon!

And now, he has become the devil by accident. The members who loved poisonous dim sum in those days are also scattered in all walks of life in the Eastern Region, becoming well-known figures, and making unremitting efforts to build a beautiful Eastern Region struggle.

"Right, Morag."

After reminiscing about the glorious past, and accepting the invitation of the Poisonous Snacks Research Association for the year-end dinner, Ansel said.

"I have something to ask of you."

"Of course there is no problem, Your Majesty." The demon with the bull's horn on his head smiled, "If you say something high, we count the friendship of the villains together."

Ansel also smiled, and then turned serious.

"That's right, I know that you are also the president of the Eastern Region Alchemist Mutual Aid Association, and I would like to ask you to recommend a group of outstanding young alchemists for the Devil's Palace, preferably intermediate or above. The alchemist qualification certificate, conceptually... I hope it can be more open, and there is no prejudice against the human world and human beings, it is best."

This requirement is very specific, obviously selected for a certain matter, and Morag also corrected his expression.

"Please rest assured, there are many young alchemists like this in the association, and they are all proud of your service." Morag considered his words, "Because it is necessary to treat these young alchemists The alchemist explained a little, so I want to take the liberty to ask, you are looking for these alchemists because you want to…”

"Of course, if you want to keep it a secret, I won't ask another word."

"There's nothing that can't be said." Ans El's attitude was calm and open, "Morag, you are also an alchemist, I would like to invite you to see a few drawings, after reading , you will know my purpose."

Morag took the drawing with both hands respectfully, unfolded it, frowned at first, then fell into a trance, and finally wanted to bury his entire face in the drawing. After Ansair looked at the erected blueprint, the pair of bull horns moved around, and then "whoosh", Morag's head popped out.

“Urban Underground Pipelines and…Geothermal Resource Development on the Lake of Fire?”

His ochre-red vertical pupils are glowing, Morag's research field is civil alchemy, more specifically, energy alchemy.

"You...you are..."

"Because of some luck, now, the human world and the demon world have been connected again, and I got some inspiration from the technology of the human world."

The white-haired Demon King smiled slightly, his long hair shining in the bright sky light cast outside the window, almost holy.

"The magic level of human beings may not be as good as that of the demon world. More people will not even touch magic all their lives, but they can live more easily and conveniently than the people of the demon world. At the root, it is human beings. All the researches on the sect are aimed at making ordinary people more comfortable, and the alchemists in the demon world..."

Morag raised his hand. As an alchemist for many years, he is quite aware of the unwritten concepts in the industry.

"I know, Your Majesty, most alchemists think about developing weapons for fighting. When I was young, I also developed a 3600 Baidu Super Spinning Magic Cannon, which can spin in circles The kind of shooting that doesn't even spare one's own people."

The white-haired Demon King couldn't help laughing. He looked really good when he smiled. Morag was even more embarrassed when he talked about his dark history.

"Then, why did you change the direction of your research, Morag?" The Demon King asked him with a smile, and then his expression became slightly restrained, "In the eyes of orthodox alchemists, civilian alchemy is unacceptable. Only alchemists who are suffering from life will do it, and in this case, why did you change your research direction?"

Morag was silent for a long time, and finally, he showed a helpless and soft look.

"Because the war is over, Your Majesty."

The war has ended, and the new king Ansi Er has rectified the entire Eastern Region in three hundred years, and the Eastern Region has entered a rare stage of stable development. During this period, although military alchemy was still important, civilian alchemy became a top priority.

There is no demon who does not wish to live a more comfortable life. Only an alchemist in the demon world can fulfill this wish.

Morag's words were exactly what Anselm had in mind.

The Demon King got up from his seat, he walked to the window and looked at the city flooded by the sea of ​​flowers. There are many streets and alleys here, brick and stone paths, everything still retains the old style. Maybe a powerful enough alchemist, such as Amon, can rely on his high-end alchemy and magic assistants to achieve a very comfortable life, but that will not benefit ordinary people after all.

"You are right, Morag, the war is over."

"It's time for my people to live a good life that the other two domains can't match."

He spoke so calmly and confidently, captured by this king's demeanor, Morag was stunned for a while before he bowed and saluted.

"You are so kind, Your Majesty."

"Take the blueprints and find young people who are interested in them." Ansi Er collected the blueprints and handed them over to Morag, "In a while, I will set up a new department, Please invite a hidden alchemist to come out and follow up on this matter in person."

Amon hasn't agreed to his solicitation yet, and Ansi Er doesn't dare to force it, he can only try to work harder. Try to let Amon join their happy Eastern Region family before Morag can find a good candidate.

Amon: "…"

It's all said and done! Get him hired now! Don't force him to kneel down and beg!

Morag put away the blueprint and wandered over the blueprint of the fire lake geothermal power generation several times. It could be seen that he was very interested in this project, and energy was his research field.

Energy…

Suddenly, Morag thought of something.

"Your Majesty!" He became a little anxious, although he didn't think the wise Demon King would not have thought of this, he still tried his best to say to His Majesty, "If new energy is developed, then the Demon Lord will there…"

Yes, there is a lord who holds the magic energy with the magic spar as the carrier and moves the cake in the opponent's hand, this…

Unexpectedly, the Demon King just stared at him quietly, with his vertical pupils the color of the sunset.

"I know."

At that moment, Morag was enveloped by a huge shock, he realized, he realized the ultimate goal of His Majesty’s development of civilian alchemy combined with human world technology—

With the revolution of civil technology, the bottom line will be drawn from the bottom of the pot, and the demon lords in the domain will be liquidated!

Then…

Lead the Eastern Region to a bright new life.

Thousands of words, I don't know where to start. Morag's lips twitched a few times before finally letting out a wry smile.

"You're a true... madman."

The white-haired Demon King was in uniform, leaning back on the windowsill, and the wind from the sea of ​​flowers was blowing from behind him.

He raised his eyebrows at the demon alchemist.

"So, get on board?"

After a brief silence, the demon knelt down to him, the horns of the bull humbly bowing over his head.

"...for you."

Before Morag left with the blueprint in his hand, he also informed Ansair of a piece of news he had learned from his own channels.

"The influence of the Alchemist Mutual Aid Association is not limited to the Eastern Region. We actually have some honorary members in the Southern Region and the Western Region."

"However, the strange thing is that the alchemists in the southern region have been unable to get in touch for the past few months. Although alchemists often live in isolation, but one is like this, several are like this, and now the statistical connection The scale of honorary members that are not on the list is already quite large."

"I have not leaked this news, and the relevant personnel have told me to seal it up, so I took the opportunity of this meeting to let you know."

The alchemist of the Southern Region is missing?

This had nothing to do with Ans El, but combined with the previous incident of Levy's personal persuasion of Amon, Ans El was aware of the abnormality. The loss of contact with these alchemists is not accidental. It is likely that it was Levy's handwriting. He confines these alchemists and conducts the research that Amon mentioned before.

Ansi Er's heart suddenly burst into anger, if it wasn't for Amon's cleverness, he directly informed him of the cause and effect, I am afraid that whether he agrees to participate in the research or not, he has now become one of the missing alchemists. a member. Amon's temper is known to Ans El. In some respects, he is arrogant and stubborn. When he encounters the cruel Levi...

He hardly dared to think deeply.

It was still light that day! Can't just forget about it!

The Demon King calmly turned on the magic mirror and invited the head maid Fuya to meet.

***

The Southern Territory, which was held vengeance by Ansi Er, was also turbulent in the interior.

Sidi ended a busy day of work, so tired that her piebald tail would not wag, and she was full of desire to complain.

She has been gradually taking over the job of prime minister recently. She was ambitious at first and planned to make a big effort, but Levy's performance made her very disappointed, and even... angry.

He is sometimes willing to hand over power to Sidi, and sometimes he is not willing to hand over power; sometimes he trusts Sidi, and sometimes he doubts Sidi. It's like a bad adult with candy in his hand, holding it up and down, toying with the crying child below.

And in terms of government affairs, Leopard Leopard also bears the unbearable weight of Leopard Health!

She understands! She understands that one plus 0.5 equals 1.5. One is her, and 0.5 is His Majesty Levy. She clearly took into account that His Majesty Levy does not usually care about tedious government affairs, and counted it as 0.5. But she has never counted it. His Majesty Levy is not 0.5, he is minus 0.5!

You can just stir the cement by yourself. From time to time, there are other demon lords who come to stir together, saying something like "Your Majesty Levi can't forget these heroes who helped conquer the world" "Sidi It's better to handle it like this if you don't have experience."...Don't even take a stick! Just stir it with your hands!

Stir it, stir it, stir it, the Southern Territory is completely rotten!

Hiding in the room, Sidi frantically grabbed his leopard ears.

0.5! Zero point five! Zero point five!

0.5 is enough for what? ah? People can get 98 points in the east and west regions, and 0.5 in the southern region! The point system is different, so let's destroy this shit, don't stay in the school and lower the admission rate!

To be honest, Sidi now dreams of the peaceful annexation of the Southern Regions every night, tears running down her face, she wakes up laughing from the dream, and wakes up to the coldness of the cement mixer Reality.

And…

Sidi stopped pulling her ears, her expression was a little heavy.

Recently, the cronies she cultivated found out something about His Majesty Levi. Sidi did not intend to investigate these. If His Majesty was a wise monarch, she would never use such means, but Levi and his lord friends...

She has to know when this nest will come to stir the cement, right? !

However, after such a search, Sidi seems to have found something incredible. She found out that His Majesty Levi secretly imprisoned a group of alchemists, and secretly brought some monsters from the front line of the seventh abyss.

Sidi did not know what His Majesty Levi was going to do, but she had a bad premonition in her heart.

Want to check further? she asked herself.

The position of the Prime Minister.

It may be a good choice to protect yourself.

But...but ah...

Sidi recalled her beginning, she stood on the top of the garbage mountain in the slum, with sharp teeth and round leopard ears, so dirty that she could not see the appearance of a girl. But she has a lot of fans, all of them children who grew up in slums, and those children shouted happily, listening to her rhetoric in the setting sun—

【One day, I will climb to a high position! Give everyone a meal! 】

In the clamor, the girls from the Leopard Tribe laughed and pointed to the children under the garbage mountain one by one.

[You! bowl! 】

[You! You eat a lot, you eat two bowls! 】

[Don't be noisy! I'm one by one! Just... just give food to every demon in the southern region! Everyone was well fed! 】

The tail of the spotted leopard, which had not finished changing its fur, suddenly fell. The girl of the leopard tribe wiped her eyes with her sleeves and raised her eyes again, still looking like a mighty pride.

【There will be no more children like us...】

She squinted and smiled, revealing pointed tiger teeth.

【Everyone has something to eat! 】

She wants to check.

In the darkness, the erect pupils of the beasts flickered slightly. In this light and shadow, there is all the suffering that belongs to Sidi, and all the suffering that belongs to the demons in the southern region.

She wants to check!

—as long as this heart is still pumping blood.

The author has something to say:

Cerros: Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish.

Ans Air: Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh +1.

Levy: ...governing a big country is like stirring cement!

Touch the leopard.