MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 125 【Thanks for irrigation】

Time rewinds to the night before the dinner party, Ansel is discussing with Fuya.

He was not surprised to learn that Fuya had sneaked into the song and dance troupe destined to enter the lord's mansion. For many years, during the war, Fuya has been active in the enemy's camp with such a role, poisoning, assassinating, collecting intelligence, cracking passwords... The succubus Fuya is omnipotent.

Anseyer did not want Fuya to undertake such a heavy and cruel job, but the succubus smiled at him.

[This is something I'm used to. 】

【If you wear the crown as king one day, I will naturally return to a leisurely and peaceful life. It may be good to be a maid. 】

She once helped in her sister's tavern and received guests from all over the world. She was a girl at the time and she often complained coquettishly. Looking back on the cold night many years later, those days seemed to shine like a jewel.

She misses the past and misses the old one.

Time is irreversible, and there are only two or three left.

Wang Shibaimeng is too nonsense, only half of it, then Gu Xin, Andre, and...

Your Majesty.

She cherishes these demons as much as she cherishes her family.

In peacetime, she can weave a small flower basket in the warm sunshine of Subobian city and prepare a delicate arrangement for afternoon tea; and once someone touches Wang Wei, Offending His Majesty, her twelve blades can also be unsheathed, ending His Majesty's enemies as an assassin.

Sometimes, Fuya feels that she has lived as two demons, one gentle and bright, the other embracing the blade in the dark.

—after my sister died.

"Your Majesty, in the short term in the Eastern Region, it is impossible to make the lord Ba Qin surrender by means of war." Fuya said softly, "It would be fine if Ba Qin was in peace, but he colluded with the Southern Region and brought the Eastern Region to the fore. The talents are sent to the outside world, and they are running the team themselves, and they are just around the corner."

"I want to advise you, please send me to curb the ambition of Lord Bachin."

After speaking, Fuya quietly waited for His Majesty's reply.

Ansier sits alone and thinks. Judging from the current situation, Bachin has accumulated a deep foundation over the years. Without money, he is very similar to Ansier. But Ansair did not forget the words of the patrol that he heard when he first entered Bachin's territory.

[Breakthrough].

The demon lords who rebelled against the king formed an alliance, and they are likely to communicate with each other, and money will not be a problem for Bachin. This model of demon lords group action, Ans El has seen in the Southland Levi, it is equivalent to establishing a small council in the devil world, the devil will have a greater say, and the opinions of other lords will also be affected. All decrees.

Levy was unable to resist the demon lords who were holding the group, and Wang Wei had no presence.

He can't repeat the same mistakes, so before the whole alliance is formed, it must be broken up. As an important figure, Bachin was the first to be operated on by Ans El.

"I allow."

The Demon King calmly said.

"Bachin is very good at manipulating people's hearts, and killing him may arouse the hatred of the demons in the territory."

"Severely injured him, I will take care of the next thing. Also inform Andre that the regular army can't be moved for the time being, and some good guys in the patrol will come over."

The head maid smiled immediately.

"It is your will."

***

At the dinner party, the lights were brilliant, the succubus dancers finished their dance, and bowed to the lord like a flower in the rain. Bachin was very happy. Like most powerful demons, he asked the dancer to come to him tonight, and the dancer immediately bowed his head shyly.

No one dared to fight with the lord, not even Evan. But although beautiful dancers are rare, now is not the time to do that kind of thing. At the end of the banquet, he raised a glass to Bachin, then said goodbye and left. Bachin knew exactly what he meant, and after the banquet was officially over, he and Ivien met in a secluded garden.

Ivan turned his back to him, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I thought the lord would give priority to beauty over business."

Bachin burst into laughter.

"I still take His Majesty Levi's orders to heart. Although this time may be a little unpleasant, I am willing to make some compensation in the next transaction."

Ivan turned around, the dark blue and black became more and more obvious, and he looked at Bachin.

"Then next time..."

the activities of the sorcerer.”

He only knows one thing…

The radish is probably gone.

The Demon King Ansi Er is an experienced old farmer, and there will be no radish left in the land he has dug!

Bachin wept.

"Is this what you mean by compensation?" Iveen was clearly dissatisfied, "less than before, and slower..."

"So in terms of providing the essence of life, I am willing to give a little more."

Ivan was slightly startled.

, it is enough to send so many alchemists to the southern region, and in the future, I don't want to face a situation where no one is available."

Ivan's expression changed, and he finally chose to give in.

"Yes, but you have to give the essence of life..."

Bachin stretched out his fingers.

"I'll give this amount."

These essences are scarce and difficult to mine, but they are extremely useful. Just a small drop can improve the soil and water in an area.

Therefore, this essence is an important resource directly controlled by the Demon King, only a small amount is allowed to be used by the lord, and it needs to be reported.

Bachin was right, and he did make amends.

In order to retain talents, resources can be sacrificed. This is the philosophy of Lord Bachin.

Ivan's expression really eased, he accepted this condition, and the atmosphere between the two returned to harmony. Before leaving, Evian even made a meaningful joke.

"It was I who delayed the time between the lord and the dancer."

Bachin smiled.

"It is indeed a beautiful succubus, but also a...assassin. It has been arranged to take care of it, and I will deal with it."

Bachin is not stupid to be the lord for so many years. In addition to meeting on talent-related matters, he has no idea how many times he has encountered assassinations like this. As soon as the succubus dancer appeared, he was sure that this was a clumsy and ancient beauty trick, and the charming and charming succubus would definitely pierce his heart on his bed.

Unfortunately, he has already seen through it. It's just that he made a lot of enemies, and he didn't know which force sent the assassin.

Sending assassins is a kind of gamble in itself, just like someone released a pigeon on a ship in the great flood. The dove may come back with an olive branch in its head, honored, and retired. But more doves drowned in the boundless flood and died in darkness.

Bachin turned around, he felt sorry for the succubus assassin, and it was even more regrettable that it was difficult for an assassin to switch to others, so there was no need to persuade him to surrender.

—His turning movement suddenly froze.

The tip of the enchanted short blade pierced out of his chest, and the dizzy, flashing runes were absorbing his blood and vitality at high speed. This is a good knife, which perfectly fits the needs of assassins. It explodes in an instant, takes life, blocks recovery...all functions, and only serves the purpose of killing.

But Bachin can't understand, why is it Evian? Replaced since when? !

In the desolate corner of the lord's mansion, in the box, Ivan suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, the pain of suffocation still remained in his consciousness. He remembered the many demons in the lord's mansion he met, whether it was a maid, a gardener, or a coachman... These people wanted to kill him! When killing him, he wore a mask-like smile!

He is… alive? The killer didn't kill him?

Ivan moved his body reluctantly. He found himself shoved into a small box, covered in scars and completely immobile. Apparently, someone resented his behavior of transporting alchemists in boxes and took a small revenge.

He has never experienced such a terrifying thing. For a long time, as the son of the devil, Iveen feels that his magic level is good enough, anyway, the guards around him are extremely powerful. He enjoys his father's prestige, longs for his father's prestige, and imagines that one day he will be able to rule the southern region.

But now, he almost died. The reason he didn't die is that the killer didn't kill him.

It's okay! He has scrolls! He has a scroll given by his father, and he can return to the Southern Region in an instant!

Ivan tried his best to touch his body, and touched the position of his fingers—

Empty.

Everything was searched, from the chest, on the fingers, and even all the space items hidden in the teeth...

A silent scream came from the box.

In pain and fear, Ivan suddenly felt that the box was lifted up, he panicked, didn't dare to breathe loudly, and didn't know where he would be taken.

Beyond the box he could not see, the thick demon dressed as a servant had empty eyes, picked up the heavy box, and put it together with other big boxes full of garbage, and placed it to be transported out of the city lord in the garbage truck of the government.

***

Evian… No, Faya smiled.

"Lord Bachin, you have also said that the old and clumsy beauties don't work for you. As an assassin, I am naturally innovating all the time."

Before the banquet, the real Ivian had been caught by Fuya. As for the dancer, he was only controlled by Fuya's spiritual magic. At this time, under the strict supervision, the whole person collapsed softly.

In addition to assassinating, the assassin did not forget to present a puppet dance for her majesty, and at this time, the real dance also began.

Bachin is worthy of being a lord, even though the pain was unbearable, he still roared and broke free from the short blade. He was panting rapidly, trying to use magic to speed up the healing of the wound, but to no avail, the blood continued to flow out, and the enchantment of the short blade was far more powerful than he imagined.

—The short blade is naturally produced by the great alchemist Amon.

Bachin looked at the assassin standing opposite him. The other party had torn off the translucent gelatinous disguise that didn't make sense but was flawless, revealing the assassin's tights, and that smile was like a mask Hanging on the face, it is chilling down the spine.

"You are very good." He panted, "But now, your assassination has been a failure. If you don't kill me with a single knife, my subordinates will come in immediately, and then..."

"It's okay."

The assassin still smiles.

"Just kill them all."

She shook her hands and six blades flashed. Yes, the weapon that the great alchemist Amon built for her is not one, but a set of short blades, a total of twelve, which will increase one by one with the rhythm of the battle, until the opponent is overwhelmed. This set of weapons is extremely difficult to control, but it is as easy as a butterfly wearing a flower when used by Fuya.

As Bachin said, the guards outside quickly rushed into the garden, shouting "protect the lord", while swarming, to capture or kill the assassin!

Bachin's eyes suddenly widened, and when he saw the weapon, he understood the opponent's position, but it was too late to scream.

This is no ordinary assassin at all!

"Don't come! Her weapon is—!"

To the group!

The succubus took a long breath, in the night wind, the sharp corners of her head were blurred by the flying hair, the pair of vertical pupils that gradually released the charm of the succubus, the hair fluttering on the forehead flashes after the wire.

Put a short blade in her mouth, she lowered her body, and the movement of her hands was similar to the opening of the Firebird Dance.

Dance this—

Dedicated to His Majesty the Most High.