I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"The Department of Creation believes it's necessary to figure out the ending of that war. Woodson thinks we'll tamper with the epic, so he decided to have his wife listen to the original version," Wright explained.

"If it weren't for the need to optimize the exoskeletal armor design as soon as possible, Woodson might have come in person."

"The Department of Creation and the New Church..." Jesse realized that things seemed to be a little out of control. "When will you arrive?"

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Jesse needed the Illuminator of Light to stand by his side, not just a diviner of the Flow Curse.

"I'll be there during the finals." Wright's voice softened, sounding very urgent. "Everyone's eyes are on that epic. Many accidents will definitely happen then..."

"Gamma has arrived. Do you want us to arrest him first?" Jesse quickly informed him of this news before Wright disappeared.

"There's no point in arresting him now. This is a ritual, a necessary part of the epic's birth," Wright shook his head.

"Now that the competition has begun, Gamma must rightfully win and sing his epic," Wright hung up.

"Is it too late...? Where did Gamma suddenly come from?" Jesse looked at the ball of light, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"How about it? Want to confirm it?" Vana extended an invitation to Jesse again.

Gamma frowned, looking at the two bodyguards whose gazes were always locked on Lyrica. They were determining how to escort her.

The bespectacled man sighed, his gaze never leaving the bard who carried a harmonica, harp, and lute at his waist.

"Ten minutes is enough for you to complete your performance," Lyrica gave Gamma a meaningful look.

"I'll go with you!" Jesse was worrying about how to slip away, but didn't expect an opportunity to be delivered right to his face.

The Bard Competition was ending in less than ten minutes. Besides preparing their own works, the poets were still diligently seeking opportunities to socialize with the nobles present.

It's just unknown how much energy they devoted to listening to the epics, and how much energy they devoted to searching for hidden heretics.

"Hello, I am Lyrica, Lyrica Jessica," Lyrica walked up to Gamma and introduced herself.

These were Rufus and Vijes, priests of the New Church.

Looking at the most luxurious private room on the eighth floor, Fu Rong was lost in thought.

Fu Rong thought about the exciting performance that might happen in those ten minutes. His main body couldn't help but swim to Gamma's nasal cavity.

But Jesse was still unsure what Lyrica was trying to do by coming over at this time.

Could it be...

Before Vana's prophetic results were even revealed, Lyrica might even cut off her head with a sword.

Gamma noticed the brief exchange between Dachou and Lyrica just now.

Could it be that some Alexander was sitting inside?

Below were round tables, occupied by merchants who had bought tickets and less important nobles.

Obviously, they were representing the New Church to listen to the Bard Competition.

Dachou hopped away, seemingly not intending to succeed.

It's unknown how much effort those mages spent.

"Don't mention your brother," Lyrica said gently.

Jesse tried his best to instigate Gamma.

Lyrica pulled Gamma away, her bodyguards following from a distance, seemingly not surprised by her actions.

"Alas, why does my face look so much like a squirrel?" the bespectacled man sighed.

After all, the entire Bard Competition was a performance. The big shots might have grown tired of the usual poems and music.

"Enough, get lost," Lyrica also had no interest.

A Jessica, shouldn't she recognize Gamma?

"Come with me!" Jesse strongly urged, "He's right, come with me. Even if I dare to delay his time, with me around, he can watch my performance while completing his own..."

But Dachou was, after all, Dachou.

"Okay," Vana didn't force Fu Rong too much, "I just wanted to help you, help you deal with the safety risks that the New Church might bring..."

Besides Rufus and Vijes, there were obviously some big shots sitting at each table, let alone those on the eighth-floor balcony - the seventh and eighth floors of the Town Hall were completely connected, almost turned into a theater by Lyrica.

If it wasn't for recruiting, then what was it for?

Especially since that blood was still flowing from the severed neck...

Gamma, on the other hand, seemed to not have heard anything, silently preparing for the upcoming selection.

"No need, you haven't proven your value yet," Jesse refused, "With an army and Wright in hand, I am the absolute power in the Five Towns of Cleftgold..."

Jesse fully realized how mysterious the ending of "that war" was. No wonder Gamma had to come to participate in this Bard Competition even if he died.

In the arena, the music ended and became impassioned, and the silence ceased.

However, with this level of security, Jesse had no way to sneak out of Gamma's head. Only by taking advantage of Lyrica's invitation to rush to the restroom would it be less suspicious.

"But there are still less than ten minutes left... The selection is about to start," Gamma heard Jesse's voice, but still didn't want to leave with Lyrica.

Besides their first meeting in the Town Hall, Fu Rong had also met her in the restroom of the Iron Mine Town Church, and knew her true face.

Or was it the King himself?

"Achoo!" Gamma sneezed.

Hearing Lyrica's surname, Gamma couldn't help but look up: "Hello, Gamma."

"Oh, you're here, you're here..." Jesse reminded him inside Gamma's head.

As for those sitting on the eighth floor, they were all proper big shots, each family owning a private room.

"Forget it, I am the victor of this competition. I need to taste the taste of defeat," the bespectacled man adjusted his dress, took off his glasses, and walked towards Gamma.

"Moreover... desperation is more conducive to the growth of a knight..." Everything Jesse did was for his own promotion to Holy Knight.

"You might repeat your brother's mistake," Vana gradually moved towards the door, "Wasn't he trapped in desperation for too long and lost his life?"

Directly in front of the round tables was a stage, also the stage where the bards would soon appear.

"Okay, I'm willing to escort you... to the restroom," Gamma felt his interest was even lower.

"Oh, truly a common name," Lyrica quickly replied, then went straight to the point, "I wonder if Mr. Gamma is interested in escorting a lady... to the restroom?"

Jesse began to fantasize.

Gamma thought of Jesse's plan, and suddenly felt that this might be a better way to make an appearance.

"If you need it, I can find some friends... to help you," Vana didn't reveal who her "friends" were, her whole person crying like a pear blossom in the rain.

What if she was a lure sent by Dachou, trying to ruin his chance to participate in the selection?

Lyrica was silent, not wanting to reveal her weakness by inquiring about Vana.

Lyrica wouldn't be recruiting an 8th-tier poet for Fu Rong, would she?

Just arriving and sitting down on the seventh floor, Jesse saw two old acquaintances being surrounded by a group of believers and going upstairs.

I wonder what effect the Flow Curse people would have from absorbing blood?

And of course, Jesse had long recognized that the bespectacled man in the dress was the distant relative of the Jessica family, Lyrica Jessica, whom he had first met in the Town Hall of Iron Mine Town.

"Enough, get lost," On the seventh floor of the Town Hall, at the round table seats, a bespectacled man had just refused an invitation to dance from Dachou.