MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 97

Leaving Sharia to look at the shop, Ans El set off on a journey to the metropolis two days later with a large bag.

Of course, he knew that the arrogant angel would not look at the store as honestly as Rhine, but as a mature boss, the employees hired people to work and the employees worked themselves, both horizontally and vertically. Salary, he doesn't care, really doesn't care.

But...

Ansier sat on the bus and closed his eyes slightly.

If Sharia really let go of her arrogance and was willing to experience life in the human world, he would have a high look at Shalia. Ansier didn't hold out much hope. Now, it is not virtue that pervades the heavens, but arrogance, which has been the case since the day he left resolutely.

He also suffered from arrogance, but was cured by the most indulgent crime.

There seemed to be some movement on the shoulders, Anse Er opened a slit in one eye and observed secretly. I saw Pruru's head climbed up on his shoulders, a pink mass, lovely color. In the vacant seat beside Ansel, as usual, Ceros, who insisted on following him invisibly, was competing with Pruru's head in the air.

The part of Bulul's head that didn't touch Ansel, a small thorn like a sea urchin appeared, and the thorn stretched and stretched, as if eager to try.

Put him! Demon King of Zhaxiyu!

Cerros looked more reserved, just dropped a little eye knife, swish, swish.

The two demons punched in the air, and they were also wary of Ansel's eyes suddenly opening. Ansier watched while holding back a smile. He deliberately relaxed for a long time before suddenly raising a hand and poking the head of the prickly Pruru with his index finger.

Bululu's head was so frightened that he retracted the thorn, for fear of piercing His Majesty, he honestly did not dare to move. Ansier turned his head to the side, and found that Theros was also watching his heart, as if it wasn't him who was fighting with Pruru just now.

Children.

Halfway through the trip, Ans Air simply spoke up.

"Talk about it? The test tube that Amon gave me earlier."

Theros also turned slightly positive. The test tube containing the strange liquid had been sealed by him and Ans El. The reason for applying layers of seals was to beware of the contents of the test tube and the demon king. Levi's means. Levy was able to get up and make trouble so quickly, which Ceros did not expect, and his injury should not have healed.

"Are you going to do research?" Ceros asked softly.

"No, I won't let Amon conduct research alone, the ghost knows what's in there." Ansair directly denied this, "But if you don't know what it is, There's no way to judge Levy's position."

Betrayed the demon world.

Cerros pondered for a while and proposed a more secure solution.

"I will invite my teacher, another great alchemist in the demon world, Astaru, to come and conduct joint research with your subordinate, alchemist Amon."

There are two alchemists who cooperate with each other and protect each other, and the research process will be much safer.

Anse Er also agreed with this approach, but he immediately corrected Ceros' previous words with some resentment.

"Not yet a subordinate." He looked a little melancholy, "I think what Amon means is to extend the inspection period."

The beautiful sunset-colored eyes turned around, and Ansel sent a signal for help to his colleagues who had been in power for more than a thousand years and had many subordinates.

"Theros, you have been a demon king for so many years, you must know how to conquer the hearts of your subordinates, right? Can you teach me?"

Cerros: "…"

He was silent for a while, if it wasn't for Ans Air's sincere expression, he would really think that Ans Air was joking with him!

Count the devil king candidates in the Eastern Region camp! Now let's ask him how to conquer the hearts of his subordinates? No matter what, it should be Ansier's class!

Course Name—

How to Conquer the Demon Lord Candidate.

Mr. Ans, he really wants to learn this!

How to control his subordinates is the secret of every demon king, and Ansel did not intend to get an answer. He was melancholy all the way, and when he got out of the car, he did not forget to ask Ceros.

"Vassago purchased a property in the city, and I'll write you the address. You go first, I'll go over after I finish the club's affairs later."

In the past, the first joint congress of the East and the West was held to summarize the results of this period and formulate future development plans.

"Well, you'll be busy first."

Cerros said, suddenly, he paused and raised his hand to Ansel. The angel tilted his head to look at him, and let his hand stretch out to the side of his face unsuspectingly, brushing away a strand of broken hair.

"...well."

His Majesty the Demon King's dark blue demon vertical pupils are full of warmth.

Anse Er is really…

So angelic.

***

Human World, Metropolis.

This is not the first time Ans Air has come here, but the previous vision was limited to the inside of the mall, and he was worried about the aperture, so he didn't have time to visit the whole city. Skyscrapers reach into the sky, glittering glass and neon everywhere, and it is hard to imagine how the power of the mysterious side can coexist harmoniously with this advanced and prosperous metropolis.

As soon as Anthony arrived at the Met, he said apologetically that he was going to say hello to the Holy Court. However, he also promised that he would be back soon for a rendezvous.

"Rhine." He asked the brave beside him, "Are you going to the Holy Court together?"

Rhein shook his head as a matter of course, he had no interest in the Holy Court, nor was he a member of the Witcher Club. In the spare time, he wanted to walk around and see how other humans lived here.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Ansel, who smiled and nodded to him.

The hero's eyes softened, and he waved his back to Ansi Er and his party, and he merged into the crowd.

Joey laughed aside.

"Rhein has changed a lot since the first time we met him."

The former Rhine had conceited strength, arrogant attitude, and a little juvenile middle 2. He thought that he was a hero in the dark who was hunting demons alone, walking on the road of saving mankind. In fact, when he praised his own strength, he has gradually broken away from the human conception of the word "brave".

The brave is not only strong, but also empathetic, empathetic, and willing to work hard for others.

A smile also flashed in Ansel's eyes. He was about to go to the headquarters meeting place with Joey when suddenly, the communicator issued at the same time as the witcher's uniform rang. It's an advanced human device that hangs on the ear to receive messages, like a fine-quality earring.

Anseyer put on the communication device, and Yun Jian's voice came from the communication device, as cold and stable as ever.

"Urgent tasks."

"A high-ranking demon prepared for the annual meeting simulated demon hunting escaped. It is very close to your area and needs assistance in capturing it."

Such a voice not only resounded in the ears of Ansel and Joey, but also the steady voice of a second-class star in the communicators of other witchers in the nearby area. This area happens to be a gathering point for the demon hunters. Most of the demon hunters who arrived from all directions today have not dispersed, just to participate in this urgent mission.

The witchers were a little excited, but Ansel could see it clearly.

This is not a temporary emergency at all, it should be a... a small trial? It's like suddenly blowing the wake-up whistle during a human military training to assemble in an emergency. The powerful second-class stars and bishops are in the dark to ensure that ordinary humans will not be hurt, and the big men are secretly observing their every move and watching the warm-up exercise before the annual meeting.

Where they are, it should be…

Anseyer slowly raised his eyes, the sunset-colored pupils were still very sharp, although they did not have erect pupils. His sight passed through countless tall buildings, and looked at the tall tower that was about to hold the annual meeting on the ground.

In the center of the tower, the transparent four-walled grand banquet hall has been reserved for several days, and the high-level participants including Silvia have arrived in sequence in the past two days. At this moment, the high-level people are gathered together, most of them are old-fashioned, only the silver-haired girl is the only bright color among them.

"The Brave is... looking at us?"

The Holy See Pope wearing a white robe frowned slightly, he felt that the sight was sharp and arrogant, almost unruly, which made him feel unhappy.

Not to mention, this new brave man had a conflict with the Holy Court because he did not obey the angel's edict.

With a "ding", Sylvia slammed the teacup on purpose, diverting the Pope's attention. She tightened her skirt and smiled at the gray-haired old Pope.

"I heard that the Holy Court has some contradictions with the heroes of our club." She smiled lightly, and there was a lot of protection in her words, "It's better to use this annual meeting, let me Taking the lead, the two sides meet, and it can be considered to resolve those old grievances... What do you think, the interim speaker?"

The person sitting next to her kept her head down and kept silent. Hearing the words, she just made a soft "um", and when she opened her mouth, she showed faint fangs. On the contrary, the young man next to the interim speaker was very relaxed and continued with a smile.

"That's right, the new hero looks promising and sincere. The past grievances must be a misunderstanding by the Holy Court."

His buttocks are so crooked that he is so angry that the Holy See Pope blows his beard and stares, but the young man is completely unmoved.

Sylvia diverted the topic next to her, which was a rounding off.

"Mr. Baimon, it seems that you have a good impression of our hero."

"Of course."

Of course he likes it.

That is his student, the king of the demon world who can't pick out the slightest fault, can he not like him?

Of course, in front of Ans El, Baimon would hold back all the compliments.

Too much praise, students should be proud.

Well, he is a true teacher.

The high-level officials soon stopped talking and paid close attention to the actions of the witchers led by the brave.

On the Ansair side, after staring at the tower for a while, he took the bow and arrow that Amon helped him build and began to hunt monsters among the high-rise buildings. Although the toughness of this bow and arrow is a little worse than the one commonly used by Ansi Er, it is enough.

The witcher's uniform was swaying, walking between the high-rise buildings and billboards. The voice of Yunjing came from the communicator, pointing to the non-local witcher.

"The demon hunter in the metropolis has higher requirements for the demon hunter, not only to complete the demon hunt, but also to avoid the sight of ordinary people, otherwise the aftermath will be very difficult."

The wind was howling, and Ansel deftly stepped on the billboard and made a single sound.

"Oh."

Behind him, Joey had slipped on the billboard for the third time. When he fell, he also tried to keep his head away from the billboard, lest he would lose money if he pierced it.

"Ann, Ans! Wait for me! I can't catch up..."

The holy sword has to be with the brave. Whenever Ans wants to draw the sword, he can stretch out his pole on the spot.

"You don't need to pull you, you stay here and wait for me." Ansi Er held the bow and arrow and began to accelerate again. He jumped up to the top of the building to sense the surroundings. In fact, he already knew where the monsters were, and he also found five, six, seven, eight hidden ones that were quite deep.

Ansel: "…"

It's not good to be too sensitive, which one is released!

Had to kill them all.

Slaying and killing, Ans El found a demon that other witchers and Holy Court personnel had hit and pursued, which should be the target. The nearest witcher was also wearing a uniform with a flashing third-class star badge. Judging from his familiarity with the streets, this should be a witcher from the headquarters.

The third-level star demon hunter in the headquarters has gradually caught up with the devil. He is very satisfied. It seems that he will be the one who will win the first kill. He is a witcher in the department, and he is too familiar with everything here. How could he lose to the hillbilly from other small cities.

It's getting closer! He raised the enchanted weapon in his hand!

Joey tried his best to climb up a billboard again, and he finally stopped when he saw Ans Air who was scurrying in front of him. Before he could finally catch up with Ans Aier and his eyes filled with tears, he saw Ans Aier's upper body was steady and he slowly pulled the bowstring.

This is the first time Joey has seen Ansair use the bow and arrow.

—The gesture of drawing the bowstring is so melodious, it almost looks like a beautiful slow motion.

In fact, it's really only a moment.

Before the enchanted weapon fell, a flashing arrow flew from the slanting thorn, and the upper demon was pinned to the ground and let out a piercing howl. Ansier knew that he could solve it with one shot, but not with one shot. That would be too flamboyant. So he spent three arrows before shooting the demon to the ground.

The third-class star of the headquarters was stunned. After a while, he turned his head angrily.

"...you're killing too slowly."

The white-haired witcher landed, only to see his long hair braided neatly, creating a strong contrast with the dark witcher uniform. The gleaming sixth-class star badge on his chest seemed to be mocking something. It was a sixth-class star even though it had the strength to shoot down a high-ranking demon with three arrows.

The third-level star of the headquarters was about to argue, but saw the other party calmly raise his hand and make a stop gesture.

He actually slowly closed his mouth.

—The slow and melodious bow-drawing action reappeared, and the sunset-colored pupils narrowed slightly, with an uneasy smile.

Light arrows exploded in the middle of the banquet tower, little stars of light scattered and scattered, the person who released the arrows did not exert much force, and the light arrows were directly blocked by the automatic defense magic outside the tower. This arrow is more like a greeting than an attack.

—I see you guys watching here.

—and have a little opinion on it.

In the tower, Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then laughed. She didn't care about the arrow at all, she just thought Ansier's way of expressing his emotions was very interesting, as expected of him. Baimeng also has no problem with this arrow. His Majesty only pierced him, not to mention fake piercing. Is there less time when he is really pierced?

The Pope's mentality is not so good, because for a moment, he really felt—

Such as being punished by an angel.