MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 68

Sylvia, the current leader of the Witcher Club, could not be connected, Yun Jian frowned, this should not have happened. He heard from the witchers who stayed on the ground that they had just come out, and the club headquarters had already received the news. At that time, they could still talk normally, and Sylvia laughed and praised their achievements.

Why did you lose contact in such a short period of time?

The confusion did not last long, and the second call went through smoothly. Sylvia's voice sounded, as steady and dignified as before.

"...I have a general understanding of the situation." She said calmly, "Ansel is a hero who belongs to the Witcher Club and is our partner. If he does not want to, the club will duty to protect him."

Her message was clear.

No one can make decisions for Ans El, as long as Ans El is unwilling, the Witcher Club will not allow the Holy Court to take him away.

This result made the bishop's face very bad.

"It seems that the Witcher Club insists on not letting people go?"

"Unless Ansel would go with the Holy Court."

The itinerant bishop looked at Ans El again, this rebellious brave man once again showed his holy sword, and the appearance of a fight made the bishop's face turn blue. Knowing that he might not be able to complete his mission today, he was so angry that he walked away.

"Don't take it to heart, Ans." Anthony smiled at Ansier before leaving with the Holy Court, "After returning, I will truthfully state your wishes, no Some people can confuse black and white and distort the facts."

He nodded apologetically to the demon hunters present, and was about to leave with a wooden staff in his arms, when Ansel suddenly stopped him.

"Here, here."

He handed Anthony a colorful piece of paper, and Anthony took a closer look—

It is a shopping promotion list of Angel Convenience Store, with the address printed on it, and the "200 minus 25" on it is one big and very clear.

"If you have time, you can come and buy something, and acquaintances can get a discount."

Anthony: "…"

Anseyer lowered his head and looked at Joey who turned into a holy sword in his hand.

"Joey, I am so enthusiastic about the performance of the store, you will tell the boss to give me a raise, right?"

Joey: "…"

Joey: "…Ok."

Marketing talent, the boss really picked up a ghost!

The nasty people of the Holy Court are finally gone! Just as the witchers were about to cheer again, Ans El keenly heard something wrong with Sylvia's voice on the other end of the phone. She seemed to gasp for a breath, then coughed softly. Ansi Er and Yun Jian looked at each other, the situation was not right.

"Sorry, things in the town haven't been resolved yet, I will trouble you again." Sylvia said softly to the phone.

At this moment, she was leaning against a window, the light of dawn poured into the room, the ground was full of messy footprints and bloodstains, and the long sword was within reach. The silver-haired girl pressed the bleeding wound on her abdomen with one hand and applied healing magic, while sitting up slowly.

"At least one second-class star is required, and hurry back to headquarters immediately."

She said slowly.

"Gavin betrayed."

***

Rewinding the time to the beginning of the night, Sylvia sat at the desk, which was full of various tedious documents and reports. Sylvia was worried about the witchers even though the sages followed them underground. It's been three days in a row that she hasn't closed her eyes, and the silver-haired girl still sits upright with her back straight, dealing with the news that comes back from time to time.

Sit almost in the middle of the night, and the exciting news finally came - at a critical juncture, the brave Ansi Er pulled out the holy sword!

Sylvia was pleasantly surprised, she guessed right, Ansi Er is the hero and the hope of mankind. But then, Sylvia thought of a question, and she re-read the simple report that was sent back.

…drawn the holy sword?

But, isn't the Holy Sword Luther in human form at the headquarters? The holy sword drawn by Ansel, exactly...

Sylvia’s heart skipped a beat.

There is only one possibility.

Luther is not a holy sword.

Before thinking about this conclusion, Sylvia heard some rustling noises. The human girl reacted suddenly, turning off all the lights in an instant, and hiding behind the desk. The pulp of her thumb gently rubbed the space ring on her index finger, and the long sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

Let her not only rely on others when she is in danger.

【Silvia, my little princess. 】

The middle-aged man with silver hair smiled gently.

【Today I give you this sword, may it always be with you. 】

The young Sylvia couldn't even raise the sword successfully, she tried several times stubbornly, but it caused her father to laugh.

The girl slowly puffed out her cheeks.

【You can't lift your sword now because there is something missing in your heart. 】

The silver-haired middle-aged man lightly tapped his chest.

[When you find it, the crown will be on your head. 】

As she grows older, Sylvia is gradually able to raise her sword, but she is still confused about what her father said about "that thing". Later, her father who taught her swordsmanship also passed away. She cried loudly at her father's funeral in a black dress and silver hair. Someone extended a helping hand to him.

Edward…

The girl's eyes flickered slightly, and she had heard the sound of something entering the room. Those things landed lightly, with dexterous steps, and seemed to be dragging their long wagging tails, and were gradually searching for the desk.

Silvia dialed Gavin's communication, but there was no answer. This is too abnormal, she thought calmly, Grandpa Gawin kept saying that he wanted to stay at the club headquarters to protect her, but now he can't contact her at all. And only a few people know where she is. Most of these people are second-class stars, and two of them have gone to the town to hunt demons.

Since it was destined to not wait for rescue, Sylvia took the lead before being searched. Through the dim moonlight outside the window, she saw the intruders clearly—

It seems to be a mixture of human and demon, the human body is covered with scales, and the long tail drags behind it. These monsters have rickety backs, protruding bone spurs in many parts of their bodies, and long sharp claws with a ferocious meaning. Seeing Sylvia taking the initiative to show up, the monsters screamed excitedly, but they didn't know that what they were about to usher in was not a weak and helpless prey.

The silver-haired girl stood still with a solemn expression. I saw that she was holding a sword in one hand and the other behind her back. She was graceful, but she had hidden murderous intent.

Silvia's Swordsmanship—

Two stars!

In the manor belonging to the witcher club, Luther also welcomed an uninvited guest.

It was late at night, Luther placed many small objects in the hall, and he himself took a handful of plastic rings and was making them.

The life of the holy sword is actually very boring, the scope of activities is small, only the ring can talk to comfort like this.

Luther made a set of papers in a circle, which was very boring. Suddenly hearing the sound of the door opening, Luther was shocked, and he wanted to close the stall reflexively, and then he reacted...

There is no urban management here, don’t be afraid!

So he let his ferrule stall spread out, and probed to see who was coming. I saw Gavin walk in slowly, his suit and leather shoes as usual, his white hair neatly combed back, his eyes lingered on the messy gadgets on the ground for a while, and then he walked towards Luther.

On the way, he smashed a bag of cookies.

Luther's eyelids twitched, such Gavin gave him a bad feeling. He grabbed a small note, sneaked behind him to write, then broke open a hollow plastic circle and began to stuff the note into the plastic circle.

Gwen came to him, his tone as gentle and kind as ever.

"There have been some changes around here recently, Hill asked me to transfer you."

Luther watched him quietly.

"Where's the warrant?"

The moving holy sword needs to be issued by Sylvia as the principal, and there will be the emblem of the witcher club on it. The emblem is processed by the witch and is difficult to imitate.

The smile on Gavin's face did not change.

"The matter is more urgent, Hill was also attacked, I was asked to ensure your safety first."

Luther cursed in his heart. He scratched his grandmother's gray hair, knowing that he had no room for rejection at all.

"...Okay, I'll go with you." He said calmly, then raised the colored plastic circle in his hand, "Can I take something like this with me? At least...let me miss it a bit. thing."

Gavin smiled and spoke clearly.

"If there is a tracker in it, it will be bad. Come on, throw it away, and throw it away yourself."

Luther was pale and held the colorful plastic circle tightly. Gavin admired his struggle. He always liked to appreciate the pain of others. As long as he stayed in the Witcher Club, he suppressed it for as long. Now that he chose to betray, he naturally didn't need to suppress his bad thoughts.

Looking too intently, a tentacle flicked in Gavin's eyes and was immediately withdrawn by him.

Luther: "…"

Mom! He is afraid! What the **** is this!

Seemingly reluctant to give up, Luther threw the colorful plastic ring out, just in time for a set of test papers. Then, he went out with Gavin, and outside the door, there were some half-human, half-monster creatures waiting.

Luther's palms were full of sweat, he didn't know what was waiting for him.

Hide things in the plastic circle, I am afraid no one will find it, but Luther dares to do this because someone will definitely find his hint!

Ans Air will definitely find that circle!

"The...where are we going?" he asked quietly.

Gwen was in a good mood, so he replied.

"Secret meeting."

This is of course the result of Gavin's deliberation. He has also seen the trend of the secret society recently. Coupled with the rumor that the secret meeting has summoned a demon, Gavin's mind is even more determined.

Demon? laugh.

I just don't know, what level of the same race came to the secret meeting, is it the same priest as him? still…

Gwen's eyes flashed with greedy killing intent.

Or...the Prince?

***

The assassination of the principal is an absolute major event, not only Edward is worried, but Yun Jian cannot take it lightly. He wanted to go back with Edward, but he was worried about Ansel who had just drawn the holy sword. Unexpectedly, Ansair waved at him, indicating that they can all go.

"I will take people to continue cleaning up the town, you all go back." Ans El said simply, "Don't worry, if there is a situation where the holy sword can't handle it, you stay here. It doesn't make sense either."

It's just some finishing touches.

Well, they are all gone, and Ansel can try to catch live mice! He still owes Ceros twenty!

Watch him pay off!

Black Swan reluctantly raised her head to look at Ansel, and put her head on his lap.

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He didn't want a mouse, but thinking that Ansel would meet him when he sent the mouse, Theros felt that he could do it again. He hoped that Ansel would not give him twenty in one go, but could give him one a day, and he could continue to send rats, which was about the same as a sustainable date.

Anse El was eager to catch the mouse, and suddenly, he remembered something.

Vassago!

Vassago should have cleaned up the Demon Summoning Organization long ago? Where did he go?

I haven't given him common sense in the popular science world! Hope no unlucky ones meet him!

—The hapless one has met.

The itinerant bishop who left in anger narrowed his eyes, barely making out in the morning light what filled half the house before his eyes. The huge mass was squirming, with silver scales shining all over it, with a certain sharp and grotesque beauty.

This thing was drilled from the ground, directly hollowing out the empty house, tentacles protruded from the second floor of the house, and looked around like people were looking at the scenery.

Ordinary humans have long since evacuated, and the witchers are concentrated at the entrance of the underground facility. There is no one else around, only the Holy Court, facing this huge and strange monster.

Suddenly, the tentacles watching from the balcony on the second floor found them, and the tentacles that protruded out of the house began to wriggle and retract. Soon after, with a "creak" sound, the door of the house was opened, and a young man in a tuxedo slowly walked out. He has a pair of gray eyes that are silver-tone, and when he looks at people, there is an almost treacherous meaning.

I saw him come to the Holy Court and his party and looked up and down.

Boom.

The itinerant bishop heard himself swallowing.

He also heard the dignified young man with an elegant and pleasant voice, smiling and asking—

"Excuse me, have you seen my majesty?"

"The ants."

The author has something to say:

Vassago: Keep in mind His Majesty's teachings, and be polite when interacting with other races... I'm really polite! -v-//