I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“The Underground City.” Tom’s answer was unexpected.

But after explaining the reason, Lee Read found it quite appropriate—after the Copper Dwarf Palace was destroyed, the Underground City basically fell under the control of the Expeditionary Force, constantly providing armor and equipment.

The Demon Commander's return seemed to have no impact on the Underground City's production; it was still producing armaments day and night; moreover, the underground exchange became even more prosperous because some of the creations flowed to the Expeditionary Force, while others were directly transported to the riverside.

Yes, the riverside where the Copper Spoon initially traded for the Magic Mirror shards.

It was basically equivalent to a smuggling route beneath the Demon King's City.

Daily, in addition to sending Mini Minis to the Demon Market for purchases, Tom would also call Galarick to the underground river exchange to find magic potions and materials made for the Expeditionary Force.

After a period of shopping, Tom confirmed that the underground river was a relatively safe trading place, and the Dark Elves there were relatively law-abiding…

So, if the flies were raised near the underground river, at least the safety could be guaranteed when checking on them regularly.

Moreover, it was relatively far from the Library, so even if a Fly of Greed was truly raised, it would not spread the plague here in a short time.

“We only need to buy a warehouse at the underground river exchange.” Tom spoke of its advantages, “The Dusk Earthworms are natural warehouse security… the remaining details don’t need your involvement. Once I hatch the Fly of Greed, we can proceed to the next step of ‘research.’”

Tom had already regarded the use of Hellfire on Oogway Boogie as his own research project, determined to follow it from beginning to end.

“What we need to consider is that Oogway Boogie spreads the plague, and the purpose is, of course, death, which helps it advance…” Tom straightened out the logic, “Then, if we can study the plague and prevent it, we can also effectively weaken Oogway Boogie…”

Tom, of course, had to be cautious about the matter of dethroning the King of the Arena.

“You have too much to learn, not enough time.” Lee Read did not recommend Tom continue to add topics, “The most direct way is to kill Oogway Boogie.”

“Kill him, and without the flies, the plague will eventually cease.”

【Understood.】

Tom was very obedient.

“The Red and White Plague spreads through corpses. From today onwards, the Library will no longer retain corpses, and the disposal of corpses must be taken seriously…” Lee Read knew the horror of the plague.

Especially the plague that spreads inexplicably through corpses under the blessing of dreams.

“Well, I’ll ask Copper Spoon to make an incinerator, it shouldn’t be difficult…” Although Tom was not a craftsman, as a scholar, he could also distinguish the complexity of a creation.

“We have been in contact with the dreams of flies, and we have also been in the same space as corpses. Perhaps we should peel off our skin to avoid possible infection,” Tom said, stroking his chin with one hand.

“There’s no need to panic excessively. Since all that is known is that the plague is transmitted through corpses, you are not a corpse, so there is no need to worry.”

Through the deconstruction of the shadows, Lee Read did not find any insect eggs or abnormalities on the human skin and Tom's body, so he first dissuaded Tom's idea.

“Skinning is not the new fashion of the Library.”

Now, when Lee Read thought of the Minis' bloody appearance, he still felt a pang of heartache, not advocating this approach; it was just that he had not yet found a substitute for insulating skin, and the mass production of cables was still a distant prospect.

【Understood.】

Hearing that he didn't have to peel his skin, Tom also breathed a sigh of relief.

“You go arrange it. Raise the flies at the Underground City exchange, tell Copper Spoon to make an incinerator, give the Minis and Brain Spirits mental training, and also buy mental materials to make magic potions to reduce dream interference, so that next time we go to the Interlude of Delight, we can discover ‘friends’ in time…”

Lee Read recited Tom's upcoming tasks, finding that it was enough to keep him busy.

Tom gladly retreated, and Lee Read also wrapped the corpse of the merchant and the flies in a piece of human skin and sent them away together.

“Then what about us? Just wait around?” Egg laid down on the Bone Throne, bored.

The Library's magic power for today was exhausted. Egg could not use the Scepter of Deception, and if Tom's magic potion was not well prepared, he could not go back to the Interlude of Delight now to trace Oogway Boogie's private dance…

“How could that be?” Lee Read pointed to the Nightmare Eye in Van Helsing's eye socket, turning his gaze to the bound nobles, “We are going to look into their dreams…”

Using the Scepter of Deception to extract information was one thing, using the Nightmare Eye was another—although the Flies of Greed and Oogway Boogie were already settled, Lee Read did not mind taking another look into the dreams of the nobles and warriors.

With the Nightmare Eye, he could still achieve some guiding effects, which might be more cost-effective than the Scepter of Deception.

This way, the magic power for tomorrow could be used to open the blind box of otherworldly demons.

Moreover, although the merchant had died, the nobles, warriors, and Don Giovanni still needed Egg to constantly impose “self-healing” in order to barely stay alive. The sooner they were squeezed dry, the sooner they could be discarded, reducing Egg's burden.

“Let's go!” Egg jumped up from the throne.

“Well, don’t forget to soak this.” Lee Read said, taking a Nightmare Eye from Van Helsing’s eye socket and stuffing it into Hannibal’s brain, “Hannibal can even be a psychologist in the future…”

“Which one do we go to first?” Don Quixote's javelin swayed between the nobles and the warriors.

They were different from the flies, not sharing the same dream.

“Let’s go to this old thing first. He’s so mysterious, preferring to commit suicide rather than communicate with us…”

The Nightmare Eye lit up, and the noble's head drooped. In this room, the three sons of demons once again invaded another's dream.

In the dream was a dungeon. The noble was hung on the wall, draped in a tattered robe, the wounds on his body still bleeding, seeping into the rune-inscribed ground.

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Of course, Lee Read immediately noticed the runes on the ground when he arrived, but they were neither demonic nor human language, most likely words imagined by the noble in the dream, and their origin could not be found.

On the wall next to him hung flails, whips, daggers and other instruments of torture, all covered with layers of blood, obviously all having been used.

【It's quite fitting. He must think we are torturing him, so he made such a dream.】

Since the friend was not present, the three sons of demons shared their thoughts with confidence, and Lee Read spoke first.

【But it's not very convenient to not be able to hear thoughts in the dream.】

Lee Read tried to listen to the noble's heart with the Demon Illustrated Handbook, but it was still ineffective.

【We are also hung on the wall.】

Shadow merely described the facts—the three sons of demons still appeared in the noble's dream in the faces of Van Helsing, Hannibal, and Don Quixote, but they were also tortured on the wall.

【Well, I arranged it. Being tortured together might make him lower his guard.】

Anyway, they are all going to die, so there should be nothing they can't say.

“Water… water…” Lee Read started acting first, slightly raising his head, making a few holes in his body, and squeezing out photons-pigmented blood.

Strangely, when the blood landed, it could not mix with the noble's blood.

As if in the noble's perception, these three torture victims could not be confused with himself at all.

Shadow was too lazy to act, tilted his head and died on the spot, automatically cutting off his role, but the particles explored outside the wall, outside the cell, inch by inch, checking the scene.

“Huh… am I hallucinating? Why is this happening?” Hannibal’s voice was a little cheerful, not good at acting, but he did it plausibly.

Hannibal slightly raised his finger, pointing to the blood and runes on the ground.

“Hehe, they want you to die in front of me, to make me collapse, to make me speak?” The noble slightly turned his head, his attitude still tough, “It’s useless, I am Alexander…”

“Alexander what?” Egg completely didn’t understand the hidden meaning behind the noble’s words.

“Alexander…” Van Helsing's shadow moved, unexpectedly picking up a treasure.