MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 62

Because both of them have a strong urge to kidnap each other, and the people here are crowded, it is not suitable for hands-on, so when Simon proposed to have a meal together, he was willing to give some information to An When Sier, the two hit it off!

Simon's hand reached into his arms, and in his arms was a bottle of medicinal powder he bought from the witch at a high price. It is said that this medicinal powder is colorless and odorless, and the size of a fingernail can put down an elephant, which is just used to capture sacrifices!

Courtesy Elephant: Are you?

Anseyer found that Simon prepared a small private room very thoughtfully, and no one came again except for the waiter who came to serve the food. He was moved for a while, these days, there are really not many meat tickets with such consciousness!

"This is a partial map of the underground facility, where the witchers are currently trapped."

Unexpectedly, before the meal was over, Simon had lightly dropped a bomb, which made Anse Elton, who wanted to eat a meal and then kidnap the ticket, look up. His sunset-colored pupils watched Simon's expression, and Simon knew that he had doubts, so he laughed.

"After all, I have stayed in this town for a long time, and my research is still in demonology. Naturally, I have my own methods."

Ansier and Ben do not eat his tricks.

"Why didn't you take it out in the first place?" he said coldly, "before they went underground."

Simon had thought that he would ask this question, and his expression suddenly became a little obscure.

"Actually, I only got this map this morning, and I paid for it." The black swan suddenly opened his eyes.

cheap him! Actually used it!

Simon was satisfied to see that Ansel's expression softened slightly, and even asked.

"Where did you get the map from?"

"You should know." Simon said slowly, "It's the organization you've been tracking down."

He smiled wryly at Ans El, like a hero with a bitter hatred.

"I don't care what I do, but I think if there is such a map, the Holy Court will not advocate the leveling of the town, but will ... rescue them."

His voice was low, and anyone could hear the sincerity.

"My friend and alumnus, Edward, he's trapped underground right now. I can't trust anyone else right now, do you have someone you want to rescue? That witcher of oriental blood?"

It's so true, Anse Er is amazed. He was very happy to see such a wonderful one-act play before dinner. Of course, it would be better if he could watch it while he was eating.

But as a robber, Ansel is still ruthless.

What about his meal?

Hurry up and eat, he will kidnap.

Simon finished the performance, and estimated that Anse Er believed at least seven or eight points. Under his suggestion, the dishes were presented one by one. I saw that his hand flicked lightly without a trace, and the fine dust that could not be caught by the naked eye was flicked into one of the fish soup, and the technique was exquisite.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the devil, that finger-flicking action was so slow that it seemed to be played frame by frame.

…Not as fast as the goose next to me.

Ansier resisted the urge to laugh, and only looked at it from the corner of his eye. Just as Simon was concentrating on using his finger-flicking ability, a goose head slowly stuck out of the table, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. Big Goose also took a small paper bag, tilted his head, and poured powder into Simon's soup.

Everyone is in harmony.

Dare to kill Ansel?

His Majesty the Demon King in the body of the black swan thought angrily.

He will kill him!

Anse Er was almost laughed at by the caretaker goose.

Before Simon noticed, the goose head sank slowly, not forgetting the empty paper bag. Simon didn't realize it. He didn't invite Ansier to drink soup, but he was sure that Ansair would drink it. This fish soup is a specialty of the town. He has seen Ans Air drink it and seems to like it, so this time he deliberately put medicine into this soup.

Then, Simon watched with joy as Ans El served himself a bowl of soup, one mouthful, two mouthfuls…

It's done! That's the medicine that can put down an elephant!

Ansel did not taste the poison, it seemed that the poison was colorless and odorless. He was a little critical in scoring this poison in his heart, feeling that the highest five points, 100 points, was far worse than those fancy poison snacks in the Poison Snack Research Association.

Yes! Ans Air is an honorary member of the Poison Snack Research Association!

The products of the demon world are very peculiar. Most animals and plants are poisonous. Demons are born with high poison resistance, but they are not afraid, but Ansi Er... He is an angel.

So the day when he first came to the Demon World was simply the darkest moment in His Majesty's life. In order to make himself more like a demon and overcome his reaction to toxins, Ans El resolutely joined the Demon Realm Poison Snack Research Association. After persistent training, he successfully filled himself with poison resistance.

It's all said and done! He is now completely in the shape of a demon!

The fish soup is still very delicious, Ans Air drank two bowls in a row, and ate other meals, which were very fragrant and fragrant. Simon, who was sitting across from him, was full of confidence at the beginning, and then became restless. In the end, he almost stared at Ansel, a million people didn't understand.

Why? !

That is the medicine that can poison the polite elephant!

Anse El scooped up the last spoonful of soup and stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly, his movements stopped.

Simon was overjoyed and stood up excitedly... unable to stand up.

It worked! He's going to fall, fall... poof!

—It was the sound of Simon's face buried in his rice bowl.

Anse Er was neat, and a magic shot knocked Simon unconscious. He had just eaten enough, and the kidnapping was officially carried out!

Wait...

Looking at Simon, who was buried face down in his rice bowl, Ansel thought of the poison just now, and the words of Simon, and a vague thought emerged in his mind.

Simon didn't mean to... kidnap him?

Ansel: "…"

Say sooner!

His kidnapping of Simon and Simon kidnapping him are two completely different things. For the former, he still has to coerce a confession, prepare the materials for the summoning ceremony himself, and beware of what tricks Simon might play and not properly summon the devil; and the latter, that is, Simon prepares the materials for the ceremony himself, and never plays tricks. Do your best to summon demons!

Damn, can't Simon discuss it with him in advance?

Looking at Simon with his face buried in his rice bowl, Ansel had a headache. Fortunately, things hadn't reached the point of being irretrievable, so if Simon's memory of being comatose was slightly modified, he would just lie down and take a nap.

After changing Simon's memory, Ansier was about to lie down when he suddenly saw the black swan lying on the ground, and kept shaking his head. I saw his whole goose flattening himself, and his back was also flattened, like a hammer on the ground. Seeing Ans Air stunned, Black Swan raised his head again, waved to his back, and then flattened again.

Black Swan: Pillow me!

The swan feathers were stained with the breath of ice and snow, which made Anselm think of the frozen abyss controlled by the Asmodeus family. In the impression of the outside world, the frozen abyss is cold and dead, and the demon kings who were born in the Asmodeus family are equally stern.

However, Ans El felt that Ceros was not what the outside world thought he was.

From agreeing to establish the alliance of the three demon kings, to coming to the human world together, and then willing to lend him the swan, even if the use is very absurd... Theros actually subverted many of Ans Air's cognition , walked down from that cold and arrogant altar.

He also has such an interesting flock of geese.

Ansel closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth. Although Ceros' indifferent response when he was busy before made him a little unhappy, but busy, he can understand, he will make a special appointment next time.

This mission is over.

He rubbed the big goose pillow under his head flat, and now he really fell asleep, pretending to be unconscious.

Good night.

Cerros' Goose.

***

In the great room, the witcher and the Holy Court met again to discuss. They broke up in the last discussion, the witchers were unwilling to give up their companions, and the people of the Holy Court were not willing to go to great lengths to rescue them, but they had to come up with a unified opinion.

The weapon master is in a bad mood, he has asked Joey to call Ans El, and he is very big to deal with these guys in the Holy Court.

Although he scolded the Holy Court in his heart, his eyes always drifted to the side uncontrollably, and there was a man shrouded in white robes. Judging from the figure, that person is just a teenager, and the hand holding the wooden stick is very young. With such a young appearance, the weapon master can't feel contempt at all, because this young man is—

Sage.

Faced with both sides of the quarrel, Anthony the Sage did not say a word. Under his hat moved, a slap-sized curly-tailed chameleon emerged, staring at both sides of the quarrel with bulging eyes, and then it stuck to its owner's face.

It remembers the owner's fear of arguing.

The young sage sighed deeply. He personally is inclined to save people. If there is no conclusion after arguing, he will do it...

The door of the room was suddenly slammed open with force, interrupting the entire meeting was a young sixth-class star, his blue eyes were full of panic, and he rushed directly to the weapon Grandmaster.

"Ans-El...Ans-El He..."

"He's gone!"

The weapon master frowned.

"What?"

His first reaction was that Ans Air went underground to save people. Joey saw the meaning in his eyes, shook his head vigorously, saving people is indeed something Ansier can do, but more than one person is missing this time.

"Mr. Simon... is gone too!"

***

Ansel woke up.

There was a gloomy silence all around, the sound of the candle wick burning mixed with the mantra murmured, and he was in an empty underground hall.

Ansier sat up, he found that his hands and feet were bound, and the props that could temporarily seal magic power were worn on his head, like a string of fine beads, with dazzling White hair echoes. He bowed his head, and beneath him was a huge summoning formation drawn by the blood of some unknown animal, exuding a strong magical aura.

After reading all of them, he slowly turned his head and looked calmly at Simon who was standing outside the summoning formation.

"Demon Summoning?"

"That's right."

Simon was amazed by his acumen. In time, Ansel will become a powerful witcher, but unfortunately it will stop there.

"You are a sacrifice." Simon smiled firmly, "Devils love white-haired sacrifices."

Ansel: "…"

Good guy! Who made this rumour? Better than the "Eastern Entertainment News", which is best at reversing black and white!

This summoning formation seems to be really effective, Ansi Er felt a wave of spatial power, which should be connecting with the torn crack. He believed that the ministers in the demon world also felt it. This is a good opportunity, but he doesn't know who will be sent in the end.

"Is everything ready?" he confirmed to Simon.

Simon: "…"

Why does he feel...something wrong? It was as if he was doing what Anseir told him to do.

Simon did not know that there was an ancient idiom in the East, and he was practicing it.

-

—The emperor summons the princes.

Andre had one leg on Plulu and his elbow against the head maid Fuya. In front of him was the summoning formation that gradually opened, the hope of seeing His Majesty!

Andre is very fortunate that Phoenix Phoenix doesn't know the news yet, so he still shuts himself up, otherwise, if the fire is lit, he can't stop three at all.

"Listen to me...listen to me!" Andrei tried to control the scene and made things reasonable for him, "We all know this is a precious opportunity, and we can only send one People, and going to the human world... huh... huh..."

He took a few breaths and continued.

"So, we must send a most exemplary demon, he should have the most demonic characteristics, and it is best to look like a demon!"

"For example..."

Andre struggled to resist a thrashing of Pruru, racked his brains, and finally his eyes lit up.

"For example, horns! Those who go have horns!"

The horns are the most typical characteristic of demons, and the best part is that the number of demons with horns is very small because of the mixture of many different races in the entire Subobian city's ministers!

He! Andrei! A devil with horns!

"You fart!" Burulu scolded loudly, "You just want to go by yourself! You have to get rid of others! Burulu can't be fooled by you, the prime minister should stay in the city to replace Your Majesty guards the house!"

"I..." Andre choked for a moment, then gritted his teeth, "I'll just go and be back right away!"

"Then you're going to be a ghost! The chance is left to purul!"

The pink slime scolded and scolded, suddenly deformed, and two pointed and curved horns protruded from the translucent head.

"Bululu can also have horns!"

The head maid Fuya was also pushing forward. She restrained herself and did not pull out the assassination knife. She gritted her teeth so hard that she still had a smile on her face.

"Speaking of horns, succubus also has horns. I have horns, and I will assassinate, so I can definitely help Your Majesty!"

"Then...then Buluru will help His Majesty make a fortune! He can also help His Majesty eat bad people!"

Each demon has its own reasons and positions, and has a competitive advantage. The honest and honest bear-headed man Gu Xin was standing against the wall, his eyebrows wrinkled sadly on his cute almost teddy bear face, and he understood what his colleagues were discussing about "horns".

He lifted the fluffy bear paw and touched the top of his head.

Gushing: QVQ

Bears have no horns.

Bears only have small ears!

But...

Guxin didn't feel sad for too long, he suddenly remembered the supervisor Vassago, as a devil shaped like a salted fish, Vassago has a pointy head and is bare with nothing, Guxin Immediately comforted.

Some demons don't even have small ears, right, Vasa...

Huh?

What about Vassago? !