I am the emperor of Mengwang

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Seeing the look Laplace gave him, Clement felt insulted.

“Nothing. I just feel a little touched that Milim is indeed one of the three oldest demon lords!”

Laplace didn't say much, just sighed at an inappropriate time.

"Laplace, what kind of riddler are you?"

Tia didn't tolerate Laplace and directly hit Laplace on the head with a big dice.

"That's right, that's right, I hate the Riddler the most. The Riddler, that guy is annoying enough, and you're trying to imitate him. That's a bad idea."

Footman on the side agreed after seeing Laplace being beaten up.

Touching his swollen head, Laplace looked aggrieved.

"I'm not keeping you in suspense, am I? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Looking at the three people showing off, Clement couldn't help himself any longer.

"You three, stop making trouble. Laplace, are you going to say anything?"

Looking at the angry Clement, Laplace smiled awkwardly.

"Speak, speak, can you not speak?"

Then Laplace coughed twice and adjusted his tie.

Seeing Laplace struggling without his tie, Clement was so angry that he wanted to tear him apart.

Perhaps sensing Clement’s anger, Laplace no longer dared to keep the secret.

“Clayman, you’ve been tricked. You’ve been tricked by the Demon Lord Milim.”

Laplace pretended to be serious.

“I got ripped off.”

Clayman couldn’t believe it. He was tricked by Milim, the simple-minded but strong-limbed girl.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

“Laplace, you’ve lost your mind. You’re saying something so unrealistic. Everyone knows that Milim is the easiest demon lord to deceive among the ten.”

“I was tricked by Milim. I, the Demon King Clayman, have always been the one to trick others. Who has the ability to trick me?”

Clement would rather believe that Laplace was stupid than to believe that he would be tricked by Milim.

Seeing Clayman's implausible expression, Laplace gave him an expression that said, "Kid, you still don't believe it."

"Okay, Laplace, can't you just explain it?"

Tia, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly urged Laplace to explain.

"That's right, that's right. You keep saying that Clayman was cheated but you don't even mention the evidence. Are you kidding me?"

Footman on the side echoed.

At this time, Clement was sitting in his chair, looking at Laplace to see how he would explain.

“Well, you guys should know the strength of Demon Lord Milim.”

Laplace sighed and said.

"You know? One of the two most powerful demon kings, only Dark Emperor Guy can fight her."

Tia on the side agreed. They already knew that among the ten great demon kings, Milim's strength was only second to Guy.

Even if all the people present were added together, they might not be enough to defeat Milim alone, otherwise why would they have to carry out their subsequent plans around people like Milim and Guy?

"The strength of the last white figure is at least that of an awakened demon king, and it should not be an ordinary awakened demon king. I feel an extremely strong sense of crisis from it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Laplace's words shocked the three people present.

"Awaken the Demon King!!!"

"Laplace, are you kidding me? You know, it's been a long time since the awakened demon king appeared. You said that an awakened demon king suddenly appeared. Are you kidding me?"

Footman at the side was the first to lose patience and questioned directly.

"That's right, this is no joke."

Tia on the side agreed, you know, they know the strength of the awakened demon king. Laplace is a master at the awakened demon king level, not an ordinary awakened demon king. Their strength is not inferior to Laplace in a little bit.

"You think I would joke about something like this?"

Laplace rolled his eyes at Footman and Tia and said as if nothing had happened, but his faintly trembling arms showed that his heart was not as calm as he thought.

“So what you said just now, that Clayman was tricked by Milim, is…”

Tia wanted to say something, but seemed to realize something and shut her mouth again.

Since Laplace could see the opponent’s strength, how could Milim, whose strength was far superior to theirs, not be able to see it?

“With Milim’s strength, she definitely saw through the other party’s strength, but she just didn’t tell you.”

Laplace finished off the attack.

As if realizing something, Laplace also closed his mouth and glanced at Clement beside him.

At this moment, Clement's face was filled with gloom.

Clayman was a wise man, but he was fooled by Milim. If he hadn't been more cautious, he would have planned to destroy the Great Forest of Zhala by himself, and who knows how much he would have lost.

Seeing Clayman's terrifying expression, the other three dared not say anything more. Whoever dares to bring bad luck upon himself is a fool!

"It's okay, isn't it okay, Clayman?"

Tia on the side comforted.

After calming down, Clement returned to his previous calm and indifferent expression.

Seeing Clayman's changed expression, Laplace and the other two were all shocked.

As expected of Clement, he could change his expression so quickly that they couldn’t even keep up!

"Well, luckily I was well prepared this time, and with the help of the three of you, my plan should be foolproof."

Clayman said in a deep voice.

"By the way, Laplace, who is stronger, you or that figure in white robe?"

At this moment, Clement seemed to have thought of something and asked Laplace beside him.

"Haha, don't you know me? I am immortal."

"So don't worry, Clayman."

“It’s a guaranteed win.”

Laplace's funny clown face was full of pride.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Clement showed a look of contempt. If that was the case, his puppet plan would be foolproof.

"Clayman, you're not going to fight that white-robed figure, are you? Are you okay?"

Laplace touched Clayman's forehead to check if he had a fever.

Although he was not afraid of the figure in white robe, who would go looking for trouble and provoke a strong person? Why would he do anything when he had nothing better to do?

It's still painful. Although he is a clown, he won't take his own life for fun, right? He is a clown, not a fool.

"That's right, Clement, you are very weak, don't do these dangerous things."

Tia said from the side.

Footman also nodded in agreement.

"I don't want to provoke that white-robed figure. I want the Dragon King. With that Dragon King, my position among the Demon Kings will be more secure."

At this time, Clement revealed his intention. What he wanted was never to provoke Mo Li, but to control the Dragon King.