I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Is a private ball a guest's dream?”

“Yes, if you stay in the Hall of Pleasures long enough, and your pleasure is strong enough, you can influence the dream woven by the Nightmare Succubus and create your own private ball.

“This kind of pleasure is exceptionally strong, and mostly something others have never experienced, so the Nightmare Succubi indulge in it.”

“I believe, somewhere in the Hall of Pleasures, there should also be a private ball that belongs to me, right?” Tang Giovanni revealed a yearning expression, “I hope it can satisfy others' expectations…”

“You don’t know if you have a private ball?” Li Read felt this question was crucial.

This involved whether Okibu knew demons were messing around in his dreams.

“That's right, just like you wouldn't know what dreams you've had about certain places.” Tang Giovanni smiled, “But those who are connected to me, or have a spiritual connection, may receive an invitation to enter and enjoy themselves.”

“That is, the wet dreams others have about you.”

“You wouldn’t want to know what they’ve done in your dreams…” Tang Giovanni gave Li Read a helpless expression.

“So, as for which guest that ‘Dance of Growth’ you care about belongs to… I’m afraid you’ll have to ask him.” As Tang Giovanni spoke, he pointed at the noble with the sword at his waist among the three nobles.

“You are the most mentally resilient noble on that planet, they shouldn't think about making you open your mouth, be careful you kill them…” Eggshell pried open the old noble's mouth with the binding thread, and then I used my mouth to express the fullness.

Another one, with Li Read under his waist, was constantly shivering, he should be a Starter Warrior; the last one, dressed in gold and silver, with a fur scarf around his neck, was clearly not a merchant.

“Don't die, it’s not his turn yet.” Tom greeted the old noble, forcibly saving me from the brink of death.

“Awake? Speak, what story does he have?” Yi Jun asked the slowly awakening old noble.

The eight Demon Princes were very familiar with that Light Shield, it was a necessary skill on the Knight's Path.

“It’s not just the Colosseum, we also have a cooperative relationship with the Small Altar. If you don't have any needs in terms of rituals, I can't ask them to provide convenience…” That Okibu tried hard to increase his value.

Finally, Eggshell sewed up the warrior's throat, and I no longer had the qualifications to stammer.

“Don't play with it if it's broken, let's fix it together tomorrow.” Tom simply sewed up the old noble's shadow and hung it with Okibu, to be dealt with by the Staff of Deception tomorrow.

“Yes, your Colosseum once cooperated with Tang Giovanni, so you were able to receive an invitation to my private ball…”

Eggshell vented the anger of losing a “friend” on the merchant.

When the time comes, as long as a suitable scene is created for Okibu, it won't be long before I can pry open his mouth.

The magic power in the library today is gone, but tomorrow is worth looking forward to.

“You woke me up, you must have a few things to ask me.” The one with the sword didn't answer, but instead pointed to Yi Jun Jukini, whose eyes, mouth, and ears were sealed by shadows.

Seeing this, the old noble's body suddenly surged with magic power, opening a Light Shield.

Okibu's family motto is “Man is everything.”

“Huh? Okibu?” Yi Jun remembered that this was a noble who specialized in the slave trade, and the eight Demon Princes had even met his ancestors at Riftgold Mountain.

Cliveny couldn't help but applaud Hannibal's medical skills when he saw that scene.

And after hearing Yi Jun Jukini's introduction, Tom guessed that the owner of the “Dance of Growth” must not be the King of the Colosseum.

As soon as the sword was placed, Yi Jun released these flies caught from the “Dance of Growth” from the shadow space.

On the other hand, the merchant's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he died on the spot.

“How is it, can those flies brought out from the Hall of Pleasures be used?” Yi Jun wasn't sure whether to ignite the Hellfire now.

According to Yi Jun Jukini, since those who received the invitation must be related to Tang Giovanni, then this noble was going to be unlucky.

Okibu's shadow was sewn in the Bone Chamber's reception room, and even his mouth was sewn shut. Eggshell weakly strengthened his self-healing, quietly waiting for tomorrow's green interrogation.

Tom still wanted to ask Eggshell to perform CPR again, but Eggshell unleashed a Soul Shock, turning the merchant's brain into mud, making it impossible to reorganize.

“You are from the Okibu family, you can let us give him many benefits.” The warrior knew that it was impossible to reason with demons, so he could only talk about benefits.

“Cannot.” The shadow shook its head, very frankly, “But if you speak, you will die miserably, and die many times.”

Anyway, the merchant had the possibility of making the library owe debts, so early death and early rebirth were good.

The old noble was a tough nut to crack. Seeing that he couldn't die even if he wanted to, he simply didn't open his mouth, pretending he hadn't seen Tom.

[Bite your Eggshell butt... Finally asked something useful...]

After all, Beelzebub once nurtured a body cultivated by Tang Giovanni, and also devoured a portion of the Heavenly Spine at the Feast. If these two things merged, wouldn't it be Bag Demon's dream, then whose would it be?

“What is his relationship with Tang Giovanni?” Tom directly asked the noble warrior who left Read.

The Small Altar is also a small pillar of Demon King City, the Lord of Authority is the Old Goat, responsible for twisting human beliefs, and some transformation rituals for fallen humans.

One can vaguely distinguish the original noble from the shape of his beard.

Gathering intelligence, analyzing what was obtained… This kind of work is called a knowledgeable person to come together.

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He was a staunch noble.

“Oh… uh…” The warrior stammered, his throat leaking air, because Eggshell was sewing him up.

Tom and Don Quixote exchanged glances, not expecting that this Okibu was still a treasure.

“Hannibal is a doctor, did he introduce you to him?”

“Very good, first hang on to his life, and we'll interrogate him together tomorrow…” Tom didn't plan to slowly negotiate with Yi Jun Jukini, one sentence decided his fate.

In his words, Cliveny didn't seem to care about the reality that he would also die.

Eggshell was still immersed in the anger of losing a “friend”, constantly cursing.

The appearances of the three nobles had changed compared to the long table. The guy who originally looked like a noble was an old man wearing pajamas, nearing death.

Tom didn't say anything either.

Small Altar?

“Humans also have gladiatorial… ” Tom felt stupid after asking halfway through.

The moment the Light Shield unfolded, the old noble crashed headfirst into the bone wall covered in bone spurs behind him, his body pierced into a sieve by more than a dozen bone spurs, the whole person hanging on.

What's more, these flies were still buzzing outside the shadow space.

He was scared to death.

Tom pulled on his body, asked Eggshell to help sew it up and strengthen “self-healing”, and also used shadows to separate the blood outside the bone wall and re-inject it into the old noble's body, continuously transfusing blood.

A noble who specializes in the slave trade, if he doesn't create a program with its own industry barriers, he would really be letting down our family motto.

That was his only hope.

“Damn it, is that the real demon…” Cliveny sighed, “If I had known that demon battles were so boring, I wouldn't have only pursued physical and mental pleasure…”