The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

When the head maid, Fuya, came, it was the morning snack time, and she brought her newly made snacks for His Majesty, who is diligent in government affairs.

Ansair stared at the vivid dim sum, and it was indeed alive. He saw that the round dim sum stretched out two thin edible fiber hands, holding up a small banner and shaking it left and right. On the banner was written impressively—— —

【Dedicated to His Majesty the Great Demon King! 】

Facing such a cute confection, His Majesty the Demon King supported his forehead with one hand.

How can I be willing to eat...

"His Majesty?"

"No, it's nothing." Ansair picked up a round dim sum and took a bite. The dim sum was very clever, with half of its head missing, and he still remembered to respectfully dedicate the banner to Ansair with both hands. This banner was also edible.

Simply magical and cute.

"You have just returned to the Demon Realm recently, but you have worked too hard." Fuya put the plate on her chest and smiled softly, "So I made some new snacks, if it can give you a moment of relaxation, that would be great But that's all."

Ansair's eyes softened. He was born to work hard, but he didn't feel too tired.Ke Fuya insisted, saying that he now has to manage both the demon world and the human world, and he really has too many things on his shoulders.

"The human world has Baimeng to help me follow up, so there is not much pressure."

He felt relieved for Fuya, and then came to the topic.

"Just now I interviewed Morag of the Poisonous Dim Sum Research Association." Ansair explained the previous job, "Do you remember him, Fuya? He was there when the Eastern Royal Court was founded."

The head maid smiled and nodded, and pulled out a short knife from under the dinner plate.

"You mean to assassinate him?"

no no no!no!

Ansair believed that Fuya's ability would definitely allow him to see Morag's head an hour later, and immediately denied it again and again, saving Morag's life.

"It's not about assassination. He himself is the president of the East Region Alchemist Mutual Aid Association. He reported some things, which made me care about some things about alchemists."

"Now, Amon is staying safely in the human world. Astaru, the great alchemist of the Western Regions, has gone to conduct joint research with Amon. Their research results determine our next move."

Fuya smiled again and drew her sword.

"Do you want to assassinate the master of the Western Regions? Although it is difficult, as long as it is your order..."

Nor is it!

Ansair realized belatedly that he shouldn't have detoured with Fuya.He should have known it more than 300 years ago. This succubus is a mutation. During the day, he pretends to be good in his sister's tavern, but at night he will transform into a magical girl... Ah no!He will put on night clothes and go with a group of young girls to punish evil and promote good.

Even if he became the head maid now, assassination is still his main business.

"I should have said it straight." He sighed, looked at the head maid who was confused and said, "Levy, the demon king of the southern region, has made some changes recently, about the alchemist. I don't think the intelligence agency on the palace side can If something is found out, using more severe means may cause diplomatic problems, so I would like to invite you to accompany me this afternoon, and we will go to the old place."

There was a situation that the palace intelligence department failed to find out before. Levi even went deep into the Eastern Region and met Amon.So this time, Ansair planned to use his old friends to investigate in the name of the people.

This time, the head maid understood.Still smiling, she drew her knife.

"So it was to assassinate Levi, the demon king of the Southern Territory? It's really a challenging job, so I took it."

The tone of voice has completely changed to that of the assassin back then!

But Ansair was silent for a while, and only partially corrected it.

"...The target is not mistaken, it can be assassinated. But it's too dangerous, don't do that."

The head maid immediately bowed meekly.

"Follow your will."

Suberbian City under the rule of the devil also has a dark side, and Fuya was one of them.Even though he has quit his hands now, he still keeps in touch, so whenever Ansair needs strength in this area, he will use Fuya.He took a look at his afternoon schedule, and he could still squeeze out time, and he also wanted to go out to relax his mind.

His Majesty the Demon King had lunch, and changed into a simpler regular attire.He held the long hair together with one hand, and pulled it upwards from the middle. The hallucination magic was activated, and the long hair suddenly turned into half-long hair, and the color looked much duller, showing a frosty silver-gray.

The demons in Subbian City read newspapers every day, and they are too familiar with His Majesty the Demon King. If Ansair wants to travel in disguise, he must learn to fight wits and courage with his people.

The demons living in Suberbian City also know that His Majesty is a wandering madman in disguise, and the folks even happily launched the "Find Your Majesty" campaign.They will pay close attention to every vegetable buyer who picks potatoes from the devil world together with them, and pay attention to every passer-by who asks about the harvest in the field.

Because it could be His Majesty!

For example, now, taking the opportunity of leaving the palace in the afternoon, His Majesty the Demon King squatted in front of a tomato booth.

"How much is a catty?" He asked skillfully, picking tomatoes while asking, like a stingy housewife trying to find faults and try to lower the price before buying vegetables.

The stall owner reported the number, and sure enough, Ansair frowned.

"Your tomatoes are big and small, are they so expensive?"

The stall owner is obviously very smart in selling vegetables, he is too familiar with this kind of customers, so he immediately retorted.

"What you said, there are big and small ones, which means that they are grown by ourselves. Those who are exactly the same size are scary. Many of them are ripened by alchemy, which is not healthy." He also added, "Anyway, I can pick here, you are completely You can pick a bigger one."

Ansair picked some tomatoes with great experience, and the stall owner immediately wanted to put the tomatoes on the crystal scale.Unexpectedly, Ansair took the first step and touched the scale. After making sure that nothing had been tampered with, he nodded to the stall owner.

"Weigh it."

The stall owner's heart suddenly moved, and he repeatedly looked at Ansair who was squatting in front of the tomato stall.The other party has noble toned silver-gray semi-long hair, and is dressed in simple but elegant clothes. Behind him is a maid wearing a black and white maid skirt. The maid has framed eyes that cover most of her face and is always smiling.

Hiss, is this...

"you are……"

The more the stall owner thought about it, the more he felt right, and he slapped his thigh.

"You belong to the Market Supervision Bureau!"

Ansair, who thought he was recognized as the Demon King: "..."

He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

The stall owner was overjoyed and immediately expressed his position.

"Don't worry, my place is full of fresh fruits and vegetables, all of which have passed the quarantine inspection, the price is reasonable, and the booth fee has been paid. There is absolutely no violation of any market regulations."

Ansair smiled.

"I can see it, it's good."

The stall owner was a little dizzy. He didn't understand why he was so happy to be praised by a market manager who came out to spot check, but he was happy!

Ansair asked about the price of vegetables again, took a few bags in his hand, checked the garbage disposal and waste vegetable recycling work in the market, and chatted with the demonic old lady in the surrounding residential area for a while.Although there are some minor problems, overall it is quite good. The prices are not fluctuating, the residents live in peace, and everything in Suberbian City is developing well.

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Observing the people's livelihood is just a passing experience. The place Ansair and Fuya are going to is a very old tavern.

The tavern is located in a deep alley, but it is full of people, and the regular customers accumulated over the years are enough to maintain daily operations, even busy.Ever since he entered the alley, Ansair had been paying attention to Fuya's emotions, and he found that the corners of the head maid's lips had indeed dropped by one degree.

This tavern was the first building that Ansair entered after entering Suberbian City.The journey-ridden traveler, carrying the package presented by the Demon Lord Seros, and holding two notices from the master of the king and the alchemist in his arms, stopped under the warm greeting of the proprietress of the tavern.

【Travellers from afar, welcome to Suberbian, the city of flowers! 】

[Come in and sit down?There's fresh baked bread, good wine to warm you up, and cheap accommodation on the second floor. 】

The succubus boss is gorgeous and charming, but there is no succubus provocation in his smile, but warm and hearty, with the hospitality and shrewdness of a businessman.Such a smile made the traveler stop unconsciously, but he still spoke honestly, thinking that his pockets were empty.

【I do not have money. 】

The succubus boss didn't seem surprised, even though Ansair replied, she still smiled.

[So, will it work? 】

【You can wash the dishes. 】

——This city on the sea of ​​flowers, which has suffered so much, has opened its arms to travelers.

Although the way is a bit... strange?

By washing dishes.

Ansair stopped at the entrance of the alley, and he looked at Fuya seriously.

"Fuya, you can..."

"No, don't worry about me, Your Majesty." The corners of Fuya's mouth curled up again, "You are very kind, and you don't even want to mention any related words in front of me. But it doesn't matter, Your Majesty, on the contrary, I am very happy and still have Many people still remember her."

Sometimes remembering is a pain.

But more often, remembering means not forgetting.

The figure of the Demon King was reflected in Fuya's eyes. To be disrespectful, she still remembered the day when His Majesty came to the tavern for the first time.My sister arranged food, lodging and hot water for this embarrassed traveler, and took in each other like every passerby whose livelihood was difficult.

Many of these passers-by who received her sister's favor were ungrateful people, Fuya, who was still a girl, hated these people.But due to her sister's request, she brought hot water with a sullen face, leaned against the door, and took him to work after taking a bath.

There are many demons who don't want to work and stay in the room playing hooligans, but this traveler moves unusually quickly.

【...I've sorted it out, thank you. 】

The traveler's voice was particularly hoarse, and Fuya guessed that the other party might have come from the Fire Lake area, where there is always smog, and if you stay for a long time, your throat will be hurt.

The dangerous area made Fuya have a little respect for the other party, and the moment the other party pushed the door out, Fuya knew what it meant to be "glorious"!

The original gray cloak was washed and cut to cover the half-length hair, but a few strands of hair still jumped out, like interesting silver-white threads dotted between the gray cloths.The tone of the hair is so light, but the pupils that are intentionally lowered are extremely gorgeous, with gold and red intertwined, like a sunken sunset.

The traveler keeps his eyes downcast all the time, with long eyelashes covering most of his pupils.He saw Fuya who was standing stupidly at the door, and after waiting patiently for a while, he couldn't help but speak.

【I've sorted it out, now...】

[Can you take me to wash the dishes? 】

The author has something to say:

Girl Fuya: ...Washing the dishes?What a waste!

Ans's obsession with part-time work began from this.