Bride of the Great Demon King

"The temperature in hell is extremely low in winter. Even the hell snakes whose vitality is much stronger than their counterparts on the ground have to choose to hibernate to survive the long winter."

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Early the next morning, when the summoner, still wrapped in a turban, slipped cautiously into the courtyard on the west side, he happened to see the back of the shrewd servant leaving.

"Ah! Mr. Mansfield, come in and have a look now that you are here!"

The businessman's sudden warm greeting made Mensa think that he must have used some kind of clairvoyance magic on his eyes for a long time.The Summoner turned awkwardly from behind two dwarf bushes, walked into the tent with his head held high and pretended to be casual.

"Sean, did he buy anything?"

"Although usually as a businessman, I shouldn't disclose the privacy of customers too much, but since they are all my own, Mr. Sean must not mind being known by you to have bought a full set of 'Squid Series' cleaning products. Including 'Wipe Deliang' rag, 'Shivering' shrinkable brush, 'Saliva' cleaning agent and other seven major products, and a set of 'Little Horn' screwdriver set as a bonus."

"Oh..." Mensa pretended to lower his head in thought while scanning the goods in the tent from the corner of his eye.The things on the shelf on the left are more like potions, but I don't know where the one I need is.Speaking of which, what did Sean use to trade?Does the big devil still pay him a salary?ah!I completely forgot to talk about my salary at the beginning!The summoner couldn't help but fell into a state of mourning.

"Mr. Mansfield must be interested in this?" The businessman came to Mensa with a long wooden box, on which was written a line of italics - super strong dye.

Mensa couldn't help but marvel at the businessman's keen insight.He tried his best to look at the wooden box in the merchant's hand with disdainful eyes: "I just want to take a look at it casually. This thing is a dye? Where can it be used?"

"The best thing about these special potions is that they can be used anywhere, they can color everything. The color is bright, long-lasting, strong coverage, and it is not harmful to the human body. Buy now and get a free bottle of depigmentation with every bottle Otherwise, even after hundreds of years, the effect of the dye will not be reduced in the slightest."

The thumping devil swallowed secretly: "It sounds interesting, in terms of price..."

"You are guaranteed to be satisfied!" the businessman put his head close to Mensa's ear and whispered obsequiously, "I don't know if Mr. Summoner has a faster means of transportation at hand. My wildebeests have arrived and have to be replaced It's time."

"For such a little thing..." Mensa's voice also lowered, "I will pay up to two unicorns."

"Ah! Unicorns! What a good thing! However, these dyes are not easy to come by. In fact, they are put on consignment by someone. Therefore... each bottle of twelve unicorns should be a relatively reasonable price. .”

"Six. If the effect is not good, I ask for the right to return."

"Twelve horses. Returns are no problem at all."

"Eight horses, no more."

"Twelve horses, the price is the same. Ah! Maybe you are also interested in this." The businessman put away the wooden box and walked slowly towards the counter, as if he had given up selling the goods in his hand.

The summoner gritted his teeth: "Okay! Twelve horses. I have to see if there is a suitable color, otherwise nothing will be discussed."

"How about white? Elegant and noble." The businessman suggested.

The summoner shook his head.

"The pink? It is said that it can bring good luck to the color."

Summoner almost turned around and walked away.

"Then what about this?" The businessman took out a bottle of potion from the wooden box and shook it in front of the summoner.The pure and bright red liquid exudes a thin layer of halo.

Mensa involuntarily took the potion bottle and muttered to himself, "It's a little lighter than my original color, but it's really pretty..."

"what are you doing here?"

The sudden arrival of the Hellhound made the Summoner panic and almost threw the medicine in his hand into the air. "I, I, I..." The devil was tongue-tied.

"Mr. Mansfield is just here to hang around." The merchant rolled his wrist and put the medicine in his sleeve, turned and walked back behind the counter, and whispered as he passed Mensa, "Don't forget to take the twelve unicorns , I am waiting for you to pick up the goods at any time."

"You, what are you here for?" The summoner realized at this moment that he didn't have to answer the hellhound's question directly.

Bastian frowned slightly in the direction of the businessman, took Mensa's hand and walked out of the tent.

"The envoy of the royal court has arrived." Hellhound whispered after confirming that he had left the merchant's monitoring range, then touched the white turban on Mensa's head, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "My dear master, there is no need to spend that Waste of money on hair dye. Even if your hair is pink, I'd love it."

The shocked expression on Mensa's face was replaced by a grinning expression.

"I'll inform Siren, see you in the lobby."

The summoner blinked, realizing that he forgot to ask whether the other party liked pink hair or himself.

When the summoner hurried to the front hall, he happened to see a horribly bloated man beating a tall and thin servant in the corridor.

Although the height is not too low, the horizontal width of this man covered with gold ornaments makes people ignore his height.The summoner's first impression was that, compared to Fernando, who looked thin and small, this talent was more like a fat-headed hell merchant.The oily face and fat quivering with his shrill growls made one thankful that it was now long enough before breakfast that the exquisite food cooked by the servants would not be wasted on the spot.

What looked even more ridiculous was that the fat man was wearing a silver cloak.The thin straps managed to tie a tiny knot around the stubby neck.The cloak looked like it was for women, but it barely covered a third of his back. I really don't know how this weird dressing habit was developed.

Contrary to this plump and fat man, the four servants around him who carried the heavy golden shrine were all tall and thin.They wore only a piece of burlap tied with a belt, and on their bare shoulders there were layers of new or old welts, and their feet without shoes were red from the wind and snow outside.Although all of them were sallow and thin, the summoner was surprised to find that these servants were all good-looking.Delicate facial features, slightly feminine appearance, although the expression is numb, it still makes people feel good.

Obviously, some behavior of one of the servants has aroused the fat man's anger.The companions around him silently took the burden on him, while he knelt on the ground with a pale face.The fat man was whipping the naked servant with a stubby whip, and he felt as if he was going to be beaten to death in the aisle.

"Ahem..." Even though he knew he had no right to interfere with others to punish the servants, Mensa couldn't help but want to stop it.

Fortunately, the fat man's reaction was not quick either. He first stopped the whip in his hand, then panted heavily and took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket to try to wipe off the oily sweat on his forehead, but he was annoyed to find that his hand could not reach it at all. to the forehead.A servant dressed slightly better hurried forward from the back of the line, carefully wiping off his sweat.This series of actions gave the summoner enough time to think about countermeasures.

"Could this majestic gentleman be the great envoy from the royal court?" The summoner tried his best to show a surprised expression, and greeted him with a flattering smile, "What are you doing here? Believe that my little master has already done it for you." Get ready for a little welcome. Don't let a lowly servant get in the way of your first impression of the castle. I think you'll prefer the warm halls to the cold passages. Come, come with me! "

The fat man didn't move, his eyes rolled as if he was thinking about Mensa's words.It took a few seconds for Mensa to hesitate whether to go forward and take the fat man's arm, but fortunately the other party finally responded.

"This damned lowly slave almost knocked over Tweety's resting place just now. He should have had his skin cramp!" The fat man glared at the blood-stained servant beside him, and then turned his gaze to Mensa. "Who are you?"

Rest house?Mensa secretly glanced at the golden shrine, and found that through the thick carved and hollow door, there seemed to be something entrenched inside.He didn't dare to take a closer look, and immediately introduced himself with a smile: "Summoner's superior demon Mansfield, the little master's tutor. Are you really from the royal court? Ah! Please forgive me for being at a loss. I am honored to see it with my own eyes. You are so honored!"

"Yes, I am the envoy of the royal court." Obviously, Mensa's behavior pleased the other party very well, "You can also call me a snake catcher."

"No, no, I'd better call you Master Messenger!" The summoner shook his head vigorously, "So have you seen my little master?"

"Not yet. If it weren't for this lowly slave, I would have..." The snake catcher suddenly paused, looking thoughtfully at the flag hanging above the front door, "Your little master is... that A descendant of the family?"

"Ah? What?" Mensa pretended to be enlightened and patted his forehead. "The little master's surname is Altstreet. It is said that he is the youngest high-level demon in that family who was given the castle."

"Are you teaching him summoning?"

"Yes!" Mensa nodded proudly, "Although there is a special summoning magic in the family, the young master is also very interested in other types of summoning magic."

The snake catcher nodded, seeming to agree with Mensa's statement. Presumably the strange turban on Mensa's head also proved from another angle that his summoning skills did come from a strange race.

"It's the little master, how big is he...!" The snake catcher's whisper stopped suddenly, and the eyes squeezed between the swollen eyelids stared motionlessly at the young man sitting on the throne in the center of the hall.

Bailiel's blond hair exuded a soft radiance, and there was an indistinct smile on her beautiful face. The large jewels on the dress made the boy look extravagant and compelling.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful! How can there be such a young and beautiful high-ranking demon!"

For a moment, the undisguised greed in the eyes of the snake catcher gave Mensa a chill.

The summoner suddenly remembered with concern that Bairiel's figure was much smaller than most of the high-level demons who could grow up during the promotion process.Even those born high-ranking demons rarely maintain their body shape at the juvenile stage.But in hell, there are many demons who have special obsessions with beautiful boys...