I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“I don't ‘assume,’ I ‘believe.’” Rede Court emphasized his wording.

“Whatever~” Damon Benben trembled all over, clanging and banging. “Anyway, you're from the Great Altar, and the Heavenly Spine is gone. You can believe whatever you want.”

“I just don't know if your master believes your belief! Hahaha!”

Rede Court didn't say a word and continued searching.

“Hey, hey, look what I found?” Winnie Xian discovered some information and called Rede Court over to take a look.

“A priest's dream? This is unusual.” Rede Court rubbed his brow bone, bunching them together as if frowning.

“Of course, it's unusual. This dream is connected through… let me see… the dreams of the Faceless Ones' believers. It was hard to find!” Winnie boasted.

“The Faceless Ones?” Rede Court certainly knew the relationship between the Faceless Ones and the Great Altar. “My master… is eroding the Faceless Ones.”

“Are you sure it's not the Faceless Ones eroding your master? What if they believe they can do it?” Damon Benben interjected.

Rede Court and Winnie both ignored the chain demon.

“Let's see what the Faceless Ones are thinking… This should be the Great Mask of the Faceless Ones, laziness… Oh, no wonder it can make the priests fall asleep and dream…” Winnie began extracting information from the priest's dream.

“This person is called Wijes… his faith is wavering…”

“Why is it wavering?” Rede Court, who understood faith better, immediately asked.

“Because of our bone rain… and also because of a shadow demon… Ha! There's a shadow demon causing trouble in Riftgold Mountain!” Winnie quickly saw the strange things that had happened in Riftgold Mountain recently from Wijes' perspective.

“Shadow demons? I thought there were very few of you!” Damon Benben certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to tease Nolamur.

“Oh, I seem to have a child.” Nolamur stated the fact and didn't intend to say anything more.

“Your child? What is your child doing in Riftgold Mountain?” Winnie and Rede Court exchanged a glance, becoming somewhat alert.

“I don't know. My child… what does it have to do with me? It is independent.”

“Hahaha, a shadow giving birth… Hahaha!” The chain demon laughed, clanging loudly. “How do shadow demons give birth? Is it like farting, and then it's born, is it?”

Nolamur extended its shadow, showing signs of anger.

“I'm so scared!” Damon Benben shrank behind Rede Court. “Quick, Commander, help me control this shadow demon, lest he secretly give birth to a child for me! Hahaha!”

Nolamur swelled up, but Spader suddenly appeared behind the chain demon, about to climb onto the chains.

“Ouch, ouch! I'm not a knight! Don't climb on me!” Damon Benben laughed, climbing onto Rede Court's skull head.

Rede Court raised a hand, and neither the shadow demon nor the snail could move any further.

“If you say it has nothing to do with you, then it has nothing to do with you.” Rede Court understood Nolamur's style. “But it's still strange, and there's a need to investigate.”

“The Bard's Gathering.” Nolamur pointed out a feasible direction.

“It's very dangerous…” Rede Court would often unconsciously make skeletal sounds. “Now there are Kingston and her private army on Riftgold Mountain, as well as the other great nobles, a Grand Magus, and even people from the royal family will be there…”

“If you go to Riftgold Mountain in advance, you will be attacked by them.” Rede Court stated a fact.

Nolamur and Spader didn't react.

“But the Faceless Ones have eroded the New Church priests of Riftgold Mountain, which may be a good opportunity to absorb faith.” Rede Court muttered to himself, not yet sure how to decide.

“I can take them there!” Winnie raised her hand. “If I can also catch a few priests or members of the Department of Creation on the way back, I will definitely be able to learn more about the Old Church and the Empire.”

Rede Court turned his gaze to her.

“Of course! The premise is that you have to temporarily hand over the command of Nolamur and Spader to me~” Winnie's hair burned. “How about it, deal?”

“I can.” Rede Court turned his gaze to Nolamur and Spader.

“Shall we go?” Spader asked Nolamur. “There's a Grand Magus! I haven't felt comfortable in a long time…”

Nolamur swallowed Spader into the shadow space in one gulp.

“What's wrong?” Inside the shadow space, the snail asked the shadow.

“You need to clarify our purpose…” Nolamur created a clone in the shadow space and began a discussion with Spader. “We're not going to Riftgold Mountain to fight. Everything should revolve around the Bard's Gathering.”

“Ah, ah, I know, I know, you want to hear epics.” Spader remembered Nolamur's purpose. “Why though?”

“If you can't remember, you can't remember. Anyway, we won that war! We all advanced…” Spader muttered.

“I don't know why either, I forgot.” Nolamur inexplicably made a scratching motion. “I might remember after listening to the bards' stories.”

“Is it related to your child?” Spader had never been a demon who liked to think. Being able to ask this much was already its limit.

“Possibly.” Nolamur scratched its head desperately, and shadow-like liquid flowed down from it.

“Deal.” Nolamur spat out Spader, agreeing to Winnie's proposal.

“Then find your own way in.” Rede Court let them go. “Remember, the Demon King's army will not give you any help. If you can't come back, then die there and become advancement materials for humans.”

“Alright!” Winnie took the shadow and the snail and left the Bone Hall in a puff of smoke.

“Just like that?” Damon Benben didn't expect Rede Court to agree to their request so easily.

“Of course, it won't just be like that…” Rede Court shook his head.

“Their actions will definitely cause the New Church to act strangely. The Bard's Gathering is the last chance to gather so many people on Riftgold Mountain. It's a good opportunity to absorb faith.”

“If they, plus the Faceless Ones… shake the faith of humanity again, then I can further strengthen my Bone Chariot Church.” Rede Court murmured.

“But this depends on the results of their actions.”

“I will wait and see.” Rede Court's bone hand brushed across his eye sockets, and a pair of eyes appeared in the eye sockets.

The pupils were horizontal stripes, the eyes of a goat.

…

Li Yue slept until the afternoon, but didn't feel much more comfortable—the brain spirits in the tavern were chattering, some even saying strange things like “It's been a long time since I died,” which was quite frightening to hear.

When he tried to recall, he couldn't remember much, only remembering a bunch of brains gathered together chatting about everyday life, with no useful information.

Mainly, there was too much he couldn't understand anyway…

Looking up, Li Yue found that the front of the town hall was already bustling with people, and there were even many merchants selling tickets for the Bard's Gathering.

“Tickets are needed?” Li Yue didn't expect there to be this kind of threshold.

“What are tickets?” Yingying didn't understand the concept.

“Come on, call Gamma out. It's time to ask him!”

Li Yue rubbed his hands, preparing to pry open Gamma's mouth, memorize his epic, pretend to be him, and enter the town hall.