I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"Van Helsing, the monster hunter."

"Helsing Van, the monster hunter," Lee Read said to the shadow beside him.

"Van Helsing, Helsing Van, quite a pair of amusing names." The noble raised his glass even higher, and the red-skinned demon and the yeti also raised their glasses and drank.

Van Helsing and the shadow also raised their glasses, one pouring the wine into his mouth, the other sprinkling it on the shadow.

"I am a noble." The noble nodded, taking it as a greeting, and also referring to himself as a noble.

"I am a warrior." The red-skinned demon fiercely bit the nightmare succubus in front of him.

"Such a robustly growing warrior indeed ~" The succubus giggled as she was bitten.

"I am a merchant." The yeti, like the noble and the warrior, seemed to be quite old. His gestures during the self-introduction were very rigid, very close to the noble etiquette Lee Read had read about in the library a hundred years ago.

The true thoughts of these three were very vague. Lee Read wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't found their motives yet, or if they themselves possessed some magic to shield their thoughts, or perhaps demon relics.

The duel in the small hall showed no signs of stopping. After Hannibal smashed the skull of a human, he welcomed another challenger, completely igniting the guests' cold-blooded enthusiasm for watching the battle.

"Outside, inside, south, north… it's all the same! It's still more comfortable here," the warrior laughed loudly.

"Have you been here long?" Van Helsing wanted to chat casually, but the words came out very stiffly.

"Faith is collapsing, demons are breeding everywhere, it's getting more and more chaotic outside…" The noble sighed.

Tang Ji noticed the hourglasses he had seen along the way from the Hall of Pleasures.

"How would you know? You don't even know time," the noble mocked himself.

"Oh… I heard there's a big plague over there? I have to express my regret," the warrior asked the merchant, obviously knowing his background.

"But what can we complain about? After all, there's everything here, even duels to watch," the noble pinched everything he could pinch in his hand.

Gao Fu noticed that the eight nightmare demons seemed to have entered a state of obsession, their minds blank, unable to provide any information.

"The fall of the Holy City of Cindram?" Helsing Van wanted to start from the source, testing whether the merchant was qualified enough.

Even as the three were talking and laughing, Hannibal, on the edge of the hall, finally found an opponent for the duel, continuing the silence before Lee Read and Kirk.

"May I ask, what is the Bone Carriage Sect?" Van Helsing suddenly asked, voicing Tang Ji's doubts.

"But the Carnage Cup hasn't been held for a long time," the red-skinned demon, as a "warrior," reminded him.

"The Colosseum is destroyed," Gao Fuxing continued along the topic, "The King of the Colosseum has fallen, will there still be a Carnage Cup?"

"Oh?"

"Ah, he is my friend, sit down, I heard something very interesting." Helsing Van invited Lee Read and Kirk to sit down.

"Oh, this is also my friend." Lee Read and Kirk moved a stool and sat beside the shadow-like Van Helsing.

"Doesn't that mean that if I go out looking like this now, I'll be their angel?" The warrior pointed to his demonic skin, starting a new joke.

"For example, the Seven Seasons God Sect! They believe that the seven seasons revolve in units of days, and believers belong to the seven types of soldiers of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and are planning to go to the Snow Country to rectify the winter!" As the merchant spoke, he laughed, and as he laughed, sadness appeared in his eyes.

"I have it, I have everything here ~" The merchant shook his fat body, and the nightmare demon beside him danced with him.

"Of course, you are not an angel, but an angel bringing rage and cold waves!" The merchant vigorously fanned the warrior's wings.

"Where does the food come from?" The noble realized the loophole in this belief.

"There is also a sect carrying a burden, originating from the Holy See, very foolish!" The merchant spat, "They are all bait infected by blood cocoons. After the First Army retreated, they could not be purified in time, leading them to suspect that the biggest blood cocoon is not God!"

"Oh, those were bad times…" The noble showed a hint of nostalgia, indirectly admitting that they had spent many years in the Hall of Pleasures.

"Hey, new friend, you seem to have the news you want." The yeti was a merchant, keenly aware of Helsing Van's guidance.

"Snatch it! Hahaha!" As soon as the merchant said the answer, the three laughed so hard they leaned back and forth.

"The seven seasons revolve in units of days? Wouldn't that mean that when you wake up from a sleep, everything in front of you is cool?" The warrior began to fantasize.

"Hahaha, I don't understand it either!" The merchant slapped his chest hard, "They believe that there is a bone carriage full of gods, pulling the world to rotate, and one day it will split open the festering flesh and bring darkness…"

In short, even after trying to listen to their thoughts with "pleasure" as the motive, it was still unclear.

"Oh… oh, slow down, slow down, these two monster hunter friends, wouldn't they want to hunt at the ball?" The yeti raised his thick arms and wide palms, looking like he was surrendering, "Then we shouldn't come to the Hall of Pleasures, but go to the Forbidden Forest…"

The noble, the warrior, and the merchant just chatted among themselves, and Tang Ji couldn't even find a chance to interject.

Tang Ji recalled that Forest High Language seemed to have said that faith changes shape, and he didn't expect it to be such a manifestation.

"In addition to carrying blood cocoons, they also carry cattle, sheep, livestock, weapons, corpses… Under the call of the blood cocoons, they are moving towards the Abyss Maw!"

This time the opponent seemed to be a human, who was being sewn to the ground by Hannibal and beaten violently while straddling him.

The doctor in a cake skirt bowed around the arena, showing off his power.

"My friend heard your comments on this duel just now and was a little curious, so he asked," Van Helsing added for Gao Fuxing.

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"How interesting, what do they think this place is? A colosseum?" The noble commented lightly, and then saw Lee Read and Kirk, in golden armor, cross the dance floor and come to the long table.

Tang Ji was dumbfounded, vaguely feeling that this "Bone Carriage Sect" originated in Red Oil Town and was the work of Reid Kotte.

The Hall of Pleasures even arranged for nightmare demons to form seven human walls for this purpose, specifically opening up a duel area next to the dance floor.

"Don't look at me sitting at this table for eighteen years, but I know everything about the mainland inside and out," the merchant patted his chest.

"Masked Society, Flow Curse, Midnight Sect, Subhuman God, Bone Carriage Sect… just the ones with names, there are so many twisted beliefs," the merchant seemed to be calculating on an abacus, moving the earlobes of the nightmare demons and other beads.

"Plus the neo-sects after the shrinking of the Holy See, and the Creation Sect that was originally fighting against the Empire and the Holy See… the current Chaos is like a cauldron full of magic potions, anything can be cooked up!"

"You have it? Name a price." Helsing Van was not prepared to waste time on meaningless ball social interactions, but he also doubted that he could find someone who knew the whereabouts of Oogie Boogie so easily.

Tang Ji recalled the townspeople he had seen in the Seven Towns of Rifting Mountain, and it was difficult to determine whether it was better to become a believer of the Burden Sect or to be taken away by Clive and become a slave of the Empire.

Counting one by one, the merchant's fingers flowed repeatedly.

"Clear a space." Lee Read and Kirk waved to Van Helsing, "By the way, who is he?"

"Hahaha! That's outdated news!" Without the merchant answering, the warrior fanned his wings, blowing up the skirts of the noble ladies dancing on the dance floor.

"Oh? That makes me a little more interested in the outside again." The noble stroked his dignified beard.

"Not your side, the north," the merchant corrected the warrior's words, "What's more interesting is… when faith collapses, what ignorant people believe in also becomes reality, and there are many more sects on the mainland!"