I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Li Yue took out the Twilight Scale, negotiating terms while also weighing whether the deal met his expectations.

“Providing one more unit of Slaughter Yearning is acceptable, but there will be no interest for the first three months.”

Li Yue was confident he could achieve 4 units of Slaughter Yearning per moon, but it would take time.

The Vault… or rather, Daemon Benben, expected interest of 3 times the amount each month. Once the interest for the first three months started accumulating, it would be hard to say how much it would snowball into later on.

Putting “no interest for the first three months” on the left side of the Twilight Scale caused the right side to clearly rise, indicating Daemon Benben's dissatisfaction.

“The gladiators can provide 5 per month for you, 2 more.”

Li Yue placed the condition of the number of gladiators on the right side, slightly pressing down the protruding scale pan.

Since the arena had already reared Lekis, the number of gladiators sent to the Vault could be increased accordingly, essentially just a matter of cutting some leg hair from Lekis.

While ensuring the arena stored 30 legs, it would continuously output leg hair.

Even if there were too many Lekis one day, they could be dealt with in the same way as Ogeboge, burned to ashes with hellfire.

“After that, what's his name? Budiboge! Very fierce! He's an ally of your Prince Scorrelick! Killed a family of gnolls!” The skull with the cracked cranium recalled the dance from earlier years.

“Right?” Double Swords questioned.

“Imagine what? Imagine what a brainless demon should do. You just need to dance.” The skeleton with the forked ribs seemed weathered, “The Slaughter Cup dance is very intoxicating, and the demons offstage are also very vigorous…”

Double Swords certainly remembered the time and was eager to return to the Library and distribute bone cards to the entire city.

“That month isn't even three days away! Looking forward to seeing his arena!” Daemon Benben waved his chains to bid farewell to Double Swords, also reminding Double Swords that time was short.

Four units of Slaughter Yearning per month, with no interest for the last eight months.

“He saw it, it's feasible.” Daemon Benben shook his head.

“Forget it, you would have spoken to him separately if there were demands.” Daemon Benben certainly hoped to break any clauses that were not satisfactory to both parties, “We're all sons of demons, easy to negotiate, right?”

“Really? The arena hasn't made any noise for a long time, Ogeboge is dead…” One skeleton with forked ribs scratched its own spine, “Without flies to clean up, it's awfully dirty…”

Double Swords guessed that only when they passed the probationary period and truly became the King of the Arena would they know their exact use.

Originally, the 300 were the number before various small pillars mutually balanced each other. Now, directly halved, the arena had not even a hint of being hard to get a ticket for.

And when the Twilight Scale finally stabilized, a new contract between the arena and the Vault was initially established.

Not to mention heroes, there weren't even farmers, slaves, or even pigs.

Daemon Benben wanted to say something more, but the Twilight Scale was completely balanced, and Double Swords was also preparing to concede further.

In the vegetable field, two skeletons guarded the empty prison, scattering the few remaining broken corpses and arranging them into various shapes.

Sending 10 gladiators to the Vault each month.

Seeing the scale pan rise, Double Swords tried to compensate on their side to the right.

“Slow down, slow down, if it starts, we can't let that little red cloak go to the arena, don't harm you anymore…” A red figure flashed through the memories of the skull with the cracked cranium, still somewhat frightened thinking about it now.

“Idiot, only when Ogeboge dies will there be a new King of the Arena!” The skull with the cracked cranium jumped up, “Can you imagine? The King of the Arena can actually be replaced!”

Shana didn't believe a word.

“Negotiate if you can, or call me daddy if you can't?” Double Swords was very resolute.

Hopefully, they can dispose of the leg hair sent to the Vault themselves…

Playing with bone building blocks.

“The King of the Arena isn't easy to be, if I could choose, I'd rather be in that vegetable field, a vegetable skull for life…”

These aren't simple numbers. Once the contract is formed, it will solidly become the responsibility of the arena. Giving even a little more will cause a river of blood.

Daemon Benben also heard this and felt that the conditions offered by Scorrelick seemed a little too cooperative with the Vault, and for a moment, he found it somewhat unacceptable.

The left scale pan rose—the conditions given by Li Yue were enough to eliminate the interest for the first three months.

…

The number of seats in the arena was fixed at 150.

“Hey, have you heard? The arena is reopening!”

Anyway, the new arena doesn't officially organize gambling, so taking any percentage is zero.

“I might not be dead yet…” The skeleton with the forked ribs scratched its hip bone, “Legends of powerful figures in Demon King City… some are passed down for centuries, some are just a blink of an eye.”

“That's it then.” Double Swords raised his hand, and Li Yue's emblem appeared in his palm—this was the outward manifestation of wielding the authority of the arena, which Double Swords had only recently discovered.

It was just that Li Yue's emblem had not been completely controlled. Besides activating curses, modifying terrain, and appearing during contract signings, no other uses had been found.

Signing the contract with the Vault with Li Yue's emblem, Double Swords quickly left the Vault.

“What does that mean?”

“Seats are very important to Demon King City. The Slaughter Cup is a grand gathering for demons and humans. If they can't witness the birth of Slaughter Yearning firsthand, many demons and humans will be disappointed.”

“If the arena reopens, His Highness the Prince will definitely not remain silent.” The skeleton with the forked ribs was very deep, as if he understood Scorrelick very well.

Not to mention having a source of information.

“Whether the new arena can open… is still unknown.” The skeleton with the forked ribs shook his head, “He's still young. If there's no sound of the Slaughter Cup in these few months, then there might not be any for the next year and a half…”

“Oh, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of him.” Daemon Benben waved his chains, “If he has any demands for the prizes of the Slaughter Cup, he can also speak to you…”

But no matter how Double Swords adjusted the numbers, as long as “no seats” were mentioned, the left scale pan always hung high, without a trace of descending.

“Does he think the arena can be opened whenever he wants?”

The expeditionary force didn't bring back any new prisoners. Most of the heroes who wreaked havoc in Demon King City were killed, leaving no survivors.

“Even though we don't have eyes anymore, ho ho…”

“Hey, who cares, anyway, without the Slaughter Cup, we're so sad… Where else is there such a good place to dance so cheaply?” The skeleton stretched its skull even wider, as if its head was itchy inside.

Unlike Ogeboge, who could be directly hung in the sky, a sword of slaughter, a sword of opposition.

This wasn't something to be negotiated?

Daemon Benben also stopped talking, focusing on Shana adjusting the Twilight Scale, chuckling.

So the vegetable field had been quiet for a long time.

Moreover, the Library's emblem couldn't be manifested, clearly a privilege of some major pillar.

“This is a separate price…” Double Swords said while moving the scale pan, seemingly preparing to remove some conditions from the left.

“As for the gambling funds of the arena, we can also take one more percentage.”

“Seats… my arena doesn't provide seats…” Double Swords didn't finish speaking when the left scale pan rapidly rose, almost shattering the Twilight Scale.

“Now that he's settled the Demon King and the Vault, what about me?” Daemon Benben also wanted to seize some benefits.

The Vault takes 40% of the gambling funds.

Shana ignored Daemon Benben's doubts and continued to adjust the numbers of the previous few clauses, adding weight to the left scale pan.

“Uh… then the Vault and the arena are like that, anyway, as long as he can take it out…” Daemon Benben secured a good condition and was certainly preparing to overturn the contract.

There were still many prizes in the Library's warehouse. The brain pituitary gland alone was a very scarce material.

The skeleton with the forked ribs, while trying to appear profound while scratching its knee, suddenly, a strangely shaped skull drilled out of the corridor, throwing a piece of broken bone at them.

Although it was a bit troublesome.