I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Gamma walked out of that eternal night, encountered thieves, and then met a traveler named 'Lee'… …

This is a traveler who lacks common sense, doesn't understand fun, is unreasonable, and somewhat crazy… …

《Gamma's Epic》 successfully aroused his interest, so, before this epic is spread, before completing the promotion ceremony, Gamma will travel with this traveler… …

Although this traveler is always coveting the treasure in the box, as long as Gamma advances to the 9th rank, there will be no more danger… …

Sharing a story with him every day is enough to get through this journey smoothly… …

Gamma is gradually accumulating power, making the final preparations to complete the ceremony… …

The person in the box was smearing himself, further improving the subsequent chapters of 《Gamma's Epic》.

The carriage was slowly traveling on the wilderness, having already traveled for two days.

Lee was gnawing on a hard, rotten piece of bread, which tasted like chewing wax, but he had to eat it—obviously, Gamma could see the situation near the carriage, so Lee subconsciously perfected his acting skills, trying not to reveal more information.

He wasn't hungry, of course, just occasionally wanted to take a nap.

Lee even planned to run far away to relieve himself, even though there was nothing to relieve.

From time to time, the whistle of a train came from the distance, which Gamma compared to the sound of "the Empire sucking the bone marrow of the old Church."

This also meant that the carriage was getting closer and closer to the main road, and was about to say goodbye to the wilderness.

"By the way, you haven't said where you're going."

Lee drove the carriage, using his clairvoyant eyes to look ahead, comparing the map from Wendy's house with the landmarks in his mind, and adjusting the direction.

Lee's destination was, of course, Riftgold Mountain.

In Gamma's description, Riftgold Mountain had been transformed by the Tarsus Empire into a huge mine, with five towns surrounding the mine, mainly used for the trade of slaves and minerals.

Go to Riftgold Mountain to light up the map, and sell the box by the way, and you can also exchange for some travel expenses.

Lee didn't plan to go around in circles with Gamma, the sooner he sold it, the sooner he could enjoy it.

That epic was really a bit confusing to listen to—Gamma had been talking for two days, and had only just gotten to the point where the Bone City took flight.

Lee could understand that Demon King City could float in the air, but he really couldn't imagine what it meant to have several engines installed at the base of the city… …

Could it be that Demon King City doesn't use magic, but technology?

When Lee asked Gamma, Gamma would turn around and leave Lee in suspense, looking like he had to finish the story.

Lee suspected that Gamma didn't even understand what was happening on the scene.

"Almost, it's this direction."

Gamma's voice was very steady, "The further away from Eternal Night, the better."

After two days of observation, Lee also realized that the bard's condition was much better than when they first met.

If it was any later, it might not be easy to sell him.

"Demon King City has learned to fly, it is foreseeable that the demons will come out of their nests at any time, sweeping the entire continent and bringing endless disasters."

Gamma's daily chat has a sense of drama, and Lee is used to it.

But Lee felt that he had to ask Gamma for his exact destination today, otherwise, if he ran away before he could sell him, it would be a waste of his calculations.

"If you don't tell me the place, you should at least tell me what you're going to do, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't even know if I was sold by you."

Lee preemptively said, "Didn't you receive a letter last night?"

Late last night, when Lee was driving the carriage, he saw a letter flash through the moonlight and fall into the box.

At that time, Lee thought it was just an illusion caused by being too sleepy, but combined with Gamma's mood today, that letter made him very excited.

"Oh… … that letter… …"

Gamma didn't seem to expect Lee to notice the letter.

"Lee's perception is very keen, he is not as innocent and stupid as he shows, he has at least ingested one dose of pituitary gland potion… …"

Gamma was making records on the human skin.

"It's nothing to say… …"

Gamma saw that Lee's hand was reaching for the hilt of the broadsword, and immediately cooperated, "That's an invitation to the Bard Convention."

"Bard Convention?"

Lee didn't expect that bards even had an organization.

"It's just a magic that is spread among bards, whenever an epic poem is about to be released, there will be a similar convention."

Gamma's voice was a little louder, "The last time an epic poem was released was when the holy city of Cinderami fell… …"

"The fall of the gods?"

Lee knew a little about the recent major events on the Chaos Continent.

After all, these things are everywhere you go, and you can't escape them.

"Yes, there were more than a dozen bards who survived that war, but unfortunately the winner chose the wrong target to follow, hahaha… …"

Thinking of this, Gamma laughed wildly, "That idiot chose to follow the successor Pope Sistolum, followed his footsteps to spread the faith and sing poems, took the road to God, and went to the Snow Country… …"

"Now his bones may have been frozen and cracked in the north, hahaha!"

The box vibrated up and down, bringing bursts of bumps to the carriage.

"So, does that mean that at this convention, you bards will compare whose poems are more powerful? The person who wins is equal to writing an epic?"

Lee understood the Bard Convention as a pitching competition.

"No, it's not calculated like that."

The box shook its body, "The winner chooses the method of dissemination, the loser burns the poems, and then sings the winner's work… …"

"It's just that the winner of that one was a fool, thinking that getting close to the successor Pope would help spread his epic, wanting to follow the Pope's journey to improve his work, but now he can't hear any sound, he must be dead, haha!"

Gamma was very happy.

"It's better to distribute the work by means of the convention, at least you can hear a sound now… …"

Although Gamma didn't explain it in too much detail, Lee roughly understood the promotion logic of bards—writing an epic is only the first step, and subsequent dissemination is equally important.

As for the Bard Convention, it is an event used to unify and designate the version of the poem, and then disseminate it.

"So… … you're going to participate in this… … Bard Convention?"

Lee asked about his original destination.

"Of course! A hundred mouths are more than my mouth, with so many mouths helping me spread it, my epic can resound throughout the continent."

Gamma would certainly not miss such a good opportunity.

"Then how can you be sure that you will be the winner?"

Lee hadn't heard many poems from this world, but judging from the sound alone, Gamma's epic didn't have too many amazing feelings.

It's just a pile of metaphors and exaggerated words put together, describing the process of war.

"Don't worry, there are only a few poets who survived under the city, and maybe I am the only one who can recover from the injuries."

In that war, in addition to paying attention to the battle situation, all the remaining attention of the poets was actually focused on other bards.

After all, poets are the biggest competitors.

"I have confidence in my work, and I also have a special method that can help everyone focus… …"

A card appeared in Gamma's mind.

It was automatically drilled into his hand at the end of the war, after a certain demon disappeared.

Lee didn't understand what Gamma was saying, thinking it was some kind of metaphor again.

"Oh, since you say so, then maybe you're right… …"

Lee nodded, "But I have a question."

"… … You say."

Gamma didn't like Lee's solemn questions.

"Since the convention is just a link to help spread it, and the ultimate goal is to let everyone know your poems, and you have so much confidence in your work, then why not use a more direct method?"

"A more direct method? What method?"

Gamma was interested.

"For example… … live broadcast?"

Lee took out a bone card with eyeballs from his arms.