The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

There were only three things, and Ansair had a good memory for holding grudges, so he braided Theros before walking away.

His Majesty the Demon King felt a little helpless as he touched the poorly crafted braid, but he was not willing to take it apart.In the eyes of Westem who came to report respectfully, this scene was 12 points of horror.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency?" He calmed down and lowered his head as much as possible, "The Holy Court has indeed officially declared war, and even united with the Demon Hunter Club, and the secret meeting...even a familiar... No……"

Although he has decided to worship the only demon devoutly, the situation is really not optimistic in the face of the aggressiveness of the holy court and the possible intervention of angels.Westem thought, if he could take the opportunity to obtain magic of the forbidden level, even if it was just a one-off, he was too eager to touch that realm.

"...I actually overestimated your abilities."

The devil's face was still not open to prying eyes, and Westem suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on his back when he spit out low-pitched words.If it is defined as "useless", Westem has no doubt that the devil will abandon them.

"I'm so sorry... so sorry..." He knelt down and put his head on the ground.Sitting comfortably with his legs crossed, the demon uttered a single rising note.

"Huh? So, what are you going to do?"

"This……"

Westem finds it difficult to use other demons, and only rely on the secret meeting itself to face head-to-head with the other two major forces...

"Forget it, then let's downgrade you and show some care for babies." The devil said, "If you are too low-level, don't show up in front of me. But if you can bring back the high-ranking demons, I will take them back." , and become soldiers loyal to the secret society."

Westem's eyes widened immediately, what a power it was!

In this way, their secret meeting must compete with the demon hunter, but the difference is that the demon hunter wants to hunt, and the secret meeting has to take back.Westem's brain was working like a storm. Not only that, they also sent a large number of people out to search for traces of powerful demons.

turn up!bring back!Use it for yourself!

Selos was still sitting upright, but he could fully guess what the human kneeling below was thinking. This is the accomplishment of His Majesty the Demon King who has been in power for more than a thousand years.He can also fully imagine that the crazy search of the secret meeting will attract the attention of other organizations, and then...

Monster: Are you the ones who brought the devils here? ? ?

Westerm has been beaten for too long, it's time to give a sweet winter date.

Theros: "..."

He seems to have been infected by Ansair's metaphor of winter dates.

A scroll appeared in his hand, and he suspended it in front of Westem, the leader of the secret society.

"Since it's baby-like care..."

The demon lowered his eyes slightly.

"In this scroll, a forbidden spell is sealed."

When Westem backed out of the room, he was still in a trance.He hid the scroll close to his body, even if it was cold to the touch, it still burned Westem's heart.

He will not tell anyone about the existence of this scroll!

Westem raised his eyes and saw Fran slowly walking from the other end of the corridor. After a simple nod, he passed him and went to the room where the devil was.Westem could somewhat know the other party's mind. This young alchemist was already fascinated by the mighty power of the demon.

He didn't think Fran would be favored by the devil.

But in case he got it, he didn't mind giving Fran a high look.

As a human alchemist, Fran was in charge of some of the tests on monsters, and he came here to submit a report.When he raised his head tentatively, he was surprised to see that the devil, who was always moody and elusive, had a very rough braid in one side of his black hair.

"You, in your hair..." He stammered, "That..."

Theros was reading the report, and he didn't raise his eyelids when he heard the words, but he soon listened to the human kneeling below.

"Do you want to tear it down?"

tear it down?

The devil finally raised his eyes, but it wasn't that Fran finally noticed him as he expected, but he was unabashedly displeased.

"Get out."

What to dismantle!

He wants to sleep with it!

***

After the convenience store was repaired, Ansair officially started working three jobs.

He has a very full schedule every day. The time he gets up early and before going to bed will be used to review the official documents of the demon world, then go to work, and go to the witcher club for a while after work. Synchronized with the strength level.

The magic in the human world may develop in multiple directions due to insufficient levels of power. Many of them are weird and interesting, and Ansel likes them very much.

The way he expresses his liking is to learn, learn everything, and try to put it into practice.

For example, the little magic of "making fairy sticks", the magic effect is to make a fairy stick, Ansel made hundreds of sticks, put them in boxes and sell them in convenience stores, a box of five sticks is 20 yuan, making a lot of money .He also modified this magic in private, changing it to "making giant fairy sticks" and "making long-lasting fairy sticks". These finished products cannot be leaked, so he gave them all to Seros.

This directly led to quite a period of time when the secret meeting staff often found a row or a huge row of fairy wands blooming quietly in the devil's room.

Although Ansair has paid great attention to it and tried hard to hide his learning progress, but magic is a thing that can be mastered in one go, mastering high-level ones, low-level ones are easy to grasp.Gradually, there were still rumors in the club that the newcomer was a genius.

However, this did not affect Ansair's good popularity in the club. Although he has a rare white hair, his face usually has no expression and looks more arrogant.But after getting in touch with them, demon hunters will often find that this newcomer has a good temper, is versatile, well-informed, can take jokes, is good-looking, and even though he has multiple jobs, he will still talk to everyone in the club. The old witcher learned to play the harmonica.

"Woooo-"

Ansair worked hard on the harmonica. He can play simple tunes now, but it still takes time to learn the instrument.The silver harmonica looms between his fingers, the lacquer reflecting the light.

"It's only been a few days of learning, and it looks good. Ans must have practiced secretly when he goes back, right?" A demon hunter sat down at the round table where Ansair was. There are many small round tables like this on the first floor of the tavern. , demon hunters will exchange information here, check task details, or simply relax with a drink.

The witcher greeted Ansair with a drink cup, which he invited Ansair to drink.

"Practice a little."

Ansair put down the harmonica, and a soft cold hum came from beside him.

"He wants to play "Swan Lake"... Really, he wants to fly before he can run."

The weapon master was sitting next to him, slowly taking apart a gun and assembling it back together.Although his mouth was not forgiving, the movements of his hands were very light, because Ansair's sheet music was randomly placed on the table, and the airflow might cause the sheet music to be tilted.

Ansair's weapon for hunting high-level demons is so special that it can't be compared at all, so the weapon master can only hum like this.

The witcher who bought a drink laughed.

"I have to practice anyway, and next month, maybe I can hear it in the club." He raised his hand again, and said goodbye, "Let's go first, Ans, there are missions tonight. If you have missions, you can Call me."

Ansair waved his hand holding the harmonica as a farewell.

He has completely integrated into these witchers.

Probably because the atmosphere of the tavern made Ansair feel very comfortable, and he had gone through the process of integrating into the devil world, and he was more relaxed this time.Ansair couldn't help smiling when he recalled the small but bustling tavern he had just arrived in Suberbian City.

Maybe it's quick to integrate, but also because he already has a heart to belong to.

Joey was eating a creamy macaroni next to him. They had just finished their shift today and came to the club to report, supposedly to arrange tasks.Before the mission, Joey pessimistically planned to eat enough. The job of a witcher is quite high-risk.

In fact, he can not participate in any missions or do any dangerous things as before. The club will not force registered demon hunters to hunt demons. Forced missions will only greatly increase the sacrifice rate.The club hopes that through generous remuneration and benefits, demon hunters will be encouraged to take the initiative to hunt and kill and contribute to the defense of human beings.

But now, Joey is sitting here.

He lowered his green eyes.

Creamy macaroni is very sweet, the upcoming mission is very dangerous, the demon is powerful and terrifying... But he doesn't want to be like that night, the rolling door separates the two worlds, he is a protected escapee, and An Si replaces him as the sixth class As a star, he faced danger.

That night, if Goddess of Luck's sight shifted even the slightest bit, he might never see Ansair again.

After that experience, Joey suddenly realized one thing, even if he was cowardly and curled up in place, the devil would still come over.

Maybe he will never become a great witcher, but at least he can, like Ans, muster up a little bit of courage and a little bit...to protect.

He has a special physique and he deserves a special role.

Just start by trying to keep up with Ans.

On the second floor of the tavern, Sylvia smiled and looked at the extraordinarily lively table.She felt that the newcomer Ansair had a very special magic power, which would attract crowds to gather towards him, and when he was around, the attracted people would gradually realize some long-neglected things, such as dignity and glory and virtue.

"...Like a brave man, isn't he?" Sylvia said suddenly, and then seriously repeated to the old man next to her, "Grandpa Gawin, don't you think he really looks like a brave man?"

"The brave men of the previous generation have been away from the Holy Court for a long time."

This is an ancient tradition in the human world. The Holy Court follows the guidance of angels and cultivates brave and sages.Originally, the holy court also held the holy sword and the magic sword at the same time. The magic sword was in a long-term seal, and the holy sword was held by the brave to eliminate disasters in the world.When there is no invasion, the brave will fight the secret meeting that believes in the evil devil, and when there is an invasion, they will attack the intruder.

Sylvia also grew up listening to the stories of the brave and the holy sword.

Gawyn immediately denied it.

"The brave men of the previous generation haven't sent back the news of death, it shouldn't be." His tone was firm, and Sylvia nodded in conviction.Since her father, she has respected this old man who is the strongest magician of the Witcher Club. In Sylvia's generation, it has not changed and should not change.

"Speaking of which, Hill, your sweetheart is about to be freed from that troublesome demon hunting mission, right?" Gavin changed the subject, and suddenly, a blush appeared on the girl's face.She was very shy and felt that she should face her feelings frankly, so she took a few deep breaths and replied softly.

"...Yes, I have received the message."

But she was still very shy, afraid of being teased again, she simply ran down the stairs and came to the hall on the first floor.

Gawin heard a commotion, it seemed that Sylvia decided to treat guests, and she paid for all the drinks and food present.

There was loud cheering downstairs, but Gavin's old face was hidden in the shadow of the stairs, looking extremely gloomy.From this angle, he could see the white-haired newcomer, every strand of his hair shone holyly, and his golden-red pupils were like the fire of God that purifies everything.The crowd surrounded him, talked to him, and smiled at him, like the stars holding the moon.

Sylvia was right.

Gawyn thought sullenly.

Like a brave man.

"...You look black, and your luck is not good."

The sudden sound made Gai Wen almost lose his expression, and he instantly changed back to the gentle old man, looking up at the young man wearing the second-class star badge slowly descending the stairs.He stepped aside and asked with a smile.

"Why, I don't look good? Maybe it's because I've been too tired recently."

Yun Jian looked at him seriously for a while, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.

He didn't think it was his own illusion. When he walked down the stairs just now, he did see Gavin staring at Ansair's direction with a strange expression.The Witcher Club is an organization with relatively few internal strife, but it also has certain factions. As the strongest combat force, Gawyn has experienced several generations in the club and has made good friends with various investors. The Lone Wolf of Lone Wolf is completely different.

Is it worried that the rise of Ansair will threaten his own power?

It seems that he wants to pay attention to Anse Erduo.

Before he could think about it, Yun Yu had already arrived in front of Ansair.Joey finished his macaroni and cream, showing a tragic look about to go to war.Ansair looked very calm, looking at the thin task list in Yun's hand, he already knew why Yun's coming.

"I will send you the first mission, and there is good news by the way."

Looking at Ansair's eyes that had realized something and started to shine with the light of money, Yun Yu couldn't help laughing

"The club paid a high price for the corpse of the high-ranking demon."

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Ans: Good!Dead mouse sold!

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