I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"Did they not notice us?" Yingying and Li Yue hid in the wall interlayer of the washroom, writing in their brain furrows.

"But we didn't light up the final box either." Li Yue had a vision of that royal room in his mind.

"Wait, there's movement." Yingying suddenly stretched out, peering out along the shadow of the door seam, then immediately shrunk back.

"What's wrong?"

"Outside... it's strange, the humans... are doing weird things." Yingying sensed the difference in the shadows of the doorway, feeling full of malice and danger the moment she poked her head out.

"Like what?"

"Like discovering we're here, but not being able to find us, and using some kind of magical power..." Yingying savored it, "Very similar to the spell momentum of Hentlar's magic traps, maybe some kind of trap targeting me."

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"Then we can't get out?" Li Yue used his clairvoyance and indeed found that the light in the corridor was diffused. Although the scenery was still the same as before, there was an inexplicable difference.

"Let's plan for the worst. If I accidentally step on a shadow trap, I should be discovered." Yingying covered Li Yue's entire head, like a cat afraid to jump into a pool of water.

"That's okay, at least you can hide in my head." Li Yue had Yingying on top of his head.

Jesse felt that since the plan was to create a surprise that would gather the attention of the guards, they only needed to wait for Gamma's performance.

"Of course, after all, Kingston lost his heir and army outside this war." Wright took a deep look at Tong Xin.

Tong Xin finally understood how important it was for a bard to understand the audience.

"Very bad, without him here, the people on the eighth floor would have been deceived by the poet's eloquent words." After Wright said that, Li Yue looked forward even more to how Gamma would integrate the various forces together in his poetry.

"No value? Or is it more real?"

"Does he mean the stories are all the same?" Tong Xin asked.

Seeing Wright arrive, Li Yue felt a new sense of peace.

"When the time comes, he should deconstruct and you should light up."

"What do you mean?"

"Alright, let's talk, is there any news tonight?" After listening to the first performance, Wright turned to Tong Xin and asked solemnly.

To please the royal family, it is of course more difficult to gain the favor of the audience in the audience who are loyal to the royal family.

That is equivalent to the Low Tower betraying the Empire, leading to the defeat of that war.

"Well... then it's not our fault." Wright pulled up a chair and sat down, "Among the remaining 8 bards, only Gamma has participated in this war. Since he wants to sing the truth, the remaining poets must think of other ways."

"Yes, since the stories are all the same, it depends on whose performance is more profound and whose ending is more... valuable." The merchant understood everything about the bards very well.

"He recognizes it, but it doesn't mean others won't recognize it. Don't believe me, look..." Wright noticed that there was some movement in the box where the King was when he heard that ending.

On the eighth floor, in Li Yue's box, Wright walked out of the light sphere and saw the scene of Xiao Chou dancing the sand hammer at a glance.

"Are the bardic assemblies always so lowbrow?"

"What should we do? Smash it?" Yingying really couldn't think of a better way.

As he sang, his lyrics became sand characters, deeply imprinted on the wall behind the stage; the sand characters danced back and forth, each jump attracting the nerves of the audience, gradually introducing the impression.

"Yes, in my opinion, they will each choose an object to please. For example, that one is obviously pleasing the royal family." As an Alexandrian, Wright certainly knew who Xiao Chou was singing to.

"The scholars and magicians in the Low Tower wouldn't care about a clown's slander." Tong Xin certainly knew what the Low Tower meant.

"Correct." Wright nodded, "And if you want to please the Creation Department, you have to repeatedly sing how brave and fearless the Holy Path Army is."

The reason why epics are passed down, in addition to the facts, of course, depends on where the disseminator's butt is sitting.

"Please? Would anyone please the nobles now?"

"Humans, humans, so tough? The Empire's kingship will never collapse..." Xiao Chou even added some auspicious words to it.

"Yeah, that is a problem..." Li Yue scratched his head.

The performance on the seventh floor had not yet ended. The first clown stepped onto the stage on a unicycle, playing with his sand hammer, and reinterpreted the second half of the Gamma epic in a joking tone.

"Do you remember Gamma saying that he had a way to attract everyone's attention?" Jesse said quietly, "When he is most noticed, we smash the royal door."

"I believe the Shadow Demon is already here, but can't be found. Can you help?"

Even a fool could hear that Xiao Chou had changed the work, trying to get as close to Gamma as possible, describing the same story.

"But I have to deconstruct it! Otherwise, I can't light up the anchor point..."

The King's wife is Woodson, the head of the Creation Department, and of course knows how much her husband hates the Low Tower.

As the merchant spoke, Xiao Chou's work entered the second half—he waved the sand hammer and inserted another sand hammer into the ground, imitating the collision between Bone City and Gallows Eight, humming the newly compiled work.

"He also thinks so? Hehe, no wonder he can't get into the City of Divine Oath." Li Yue also listened to a lot of bard works, but at this moment he felt full of flattery and the magic of wanting to brainwash.

"Next, the stories of all the contestants will move closer to Gamma's, repeatedly scrubbing our brain nerves." The merchant pointed to his head.

"Yes, valuable." The merchant confirmed, "The winner's work needs us to determine that it has the value of being heard by everyone."

During the intermission, she didn't have the opportunity to "perform" and didn't get satisfaction, so she was sulking at this time.

"That's not necessarily true, people always doubt what they want to doubt." Wright was not as optimistic as Li Yue.

After a brief discussion, Xiao Chou's performance also entered its final stage—in Xiao Chou's ending, Prince Noel, who was in Gallows Eight, was ruthlessly assassinated, and the assassin was the Archmage, Yihe, whose soul was corrupted by the White Demon.

"That's very normal. After all, you wouldn't want to hear the same story four times in a short period of time." The merchant's table was next to Li Yue's table. A merchant said with a smile.

"Isn't this plagiarism?" Li Yue asked on the seventh floor of the hall.

"Um... I really didn't expect that he would be so bold? While pleasing the royal family... he actually dared to belittle the Low Tower?" Wright was very surprised to hear the ending.

Involving the merchant's path, Li Yue was too lazy to ask, but when he thought that Gamma might not win, the burning desire in his heart cooled down a lot.

But his flexible performance and vivid expressions, coupled with the scene of gravel in the bathtub emerging, all the audience saw a war above Bone City unfolding, with spires, rays, and Bone City turning and rising into the air.

"Brainwashing?" Li Yue snorted.

"The bards will certainly take care of the audience's reactions. You don't think he didn't see that everyone liked that... Gamma's work, right?" The merchant asked back.

"Then will anyone please the New Church? Singing that the defeat of that war was mainly because the New Church was not present, using holy light to cleanse all demons?" Li Yue quickly understood the essentials.

"Now... the royal sister should be thinking about whether to let this clown's work be sung throughout the continent to attack the Low Tower." Wright sighed, "Look, this is history."