The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Half a convenience store!

Ansair calculated in his mind that a priest-level dead mouse is worth half a convenience store!

Although from the point of view of the entire human world, it is difficult to kill priest-level monsters, and corpses will not flow into the market from time to time, but occasionally, without destroying the entire dead mouse trading market, you can still make a fortune!

but……

The corpse of a monster is a very sensitive thing. Ansair still remembered that the prince of the monster had been beaten into that state, and his brain could still break out of the body and escape.He also remembered that Seros had said that the queen's brain was eaten by the crown prince.

Ordinary monsters may not have as many means as the prince, but the monster's corpse, especially the brain, should be useful to other monsters.

The corpses purchased by the Witcher Club are well preserved, but if something goes wrong, there will be a total of six corpses that are threatening to humans who can use magic.

So Ansair decided that he would find an opportunity to "visit" the sold dead mouse. This was really a decision full of humanistic care, and he really deserved to be the Demon King of the Eastern Region.

The task brought by Yun Jian is of moderate difficulty and the distance is close, which seems to be very attentive.His Majesty the Demon King was very satisfied with the task gold, so without further ado, he took Joey on an electric bike and rushed to the task site.

His Majesty the Demon King recently learned to ride an electric scooter. It rides very smoothly, bends and drifts.

Client: "..."

He looked at the two people who came by electric bike, and then looked behind them with his head, but it was empty.

No one else but these two.

The client's mood was broken. These two people were even wearing the red and white uniforms of the convenience store. They didn't look like they came to hunt demons, but they looked like they were here to deliver food!

It's the white-haired one, who looks really, really beautiful...

"Awaited."

Ansair stopped the car calmly, parked the car, and braided his hair casually.This braiding process is really a bit stumbling, and I can only braid it with good hair quality.When he saw the client looking at him and Joey with his mouth half open, he knew that he might be being judged by his appearance.

"Actually, we demon hunters have uniforms." He explained, "It's just that the two of us are still on duty at the convenience store during the day, no, we came here just after work."

Client: "..."

He was even more broken, these two witchers were even amateurs!Will it work?

After all, the client knew the other side of the world and was very conscientious. He sincerely advised these two young amateur witch hunters.

"It's not that I don't trust your abilities, that's right... This kind of work... is actually very dangerous..."

It will really kill people!Don't just do it for high wages!

His Majesty the Demon King automatically comprehended his words, and turned to Joey.

"Our first entrustment is really good. The client said that he trusts our ability."

It's not that distrust of your abilities = trust in your abilities.

What a beautiful equation!

Joey's face was terrible. He knew that he couldn't count on Ansair, so he could only try to ease the client's heart.

"Don't look at me as a sixth-class demon hunter. In fact, it's been almost ten years since I joined the club. Ans just joined the club not long ago, and the uniform hasn't been made yet..."

The client has no strength at all. The ultimate rookie who has joined the club for ten years and has not raised his star level, plus a newcomer who has joined the club for too short a time and has no uniforms. Both of them are amateur demon hunters... This is really not here. A ration for the devil!

"You guys should go back!" The client said earnestly, "People will really die!"

The client has a small courtyard surrounded by wrought iron carved fences, but there are still rose branches extending from the fence, swaying with the wind and giving off a strong floral fragrance.Ansair looked at the blooming rose bush and remained silent for a while, as if he was heartbroken by the scene of the red roses blooming.Seeing him like this, the client immediately puffed up his chest proudly.

"Isn't it beautiful? I grew it at home and raised it for eight years... Eh? Eh? What are you doing?!"

The client saw that the young man whom he thought was handsome just climbed over the fence and landed in his yard like a bandit, pushed aside the lush rose branches to expose the roots, and then folded—

No!His rose! ! !

But before he opened his mouth to curse, the white-haired young man had already lifted something from the broken rhizome of the rose bush. The thing was completely black, and its back was even covered with a thin layer of carapace. It was struggling desperately. Then, the ferocious mouthparts opened and closed.

The client quickly embraced Joey, both of them had the same fear on their faces.

"This, this is... the familiar?"

"Hmm." Ansair thought the ultra-low-frequency sound waves from this believer-level monster were too loud, so he was directly crushed to death, and wrote lightly, "Also, it should be as big as your rose."

He continued to talk while putting the dead monsters into the club's special box for recycling.

"I read the mission description you provided. Although it's only been in the past six months that weird phenomena have continued to occur, judging from the carapace on the monster's back, it has been growing in your house for a certain number of years. Even because of the passing of time It’s too comfortable, it’s about to evolve.”

The client looked at the box containing the corpse in fear. He only knows how to do alchemy because of his family background, and usually takes small orders. How could he have thought that he would spend many years with a familiar?He hadn't finished being afraid, and only heard the white-haired witcher continue.

"There should be more than one in your house."

Client: "..."

It was terrible, it was terrible, and he cried with another witcher.At this time, the client suddenly realized that the two amateur demon hunters cooperated quite well. One was in charge of leading the whole field, while the other... was in charge of calming his emotions. It doesn't seem so embarrassing anymore.

Joey: "..."

Unexpected functions have increased!

Ansair was not in a hurry to go into the house. He saw a puppy kennel in the yard, so he knocked on the door, and a trembling dog's head stuck out, shaking his ears so much.

"Ah..." the client said, "Actually, I found something wrong at the beginning, that is, the dogs kept at home disappeared one after another. At first I thought it was lost, but it turned out to be more and more frequent."

Then there must be something wrong, the missing dog is very likely to be...

Ansair patted the dog's head, then listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

The client held on to the corner of Joey's clothes tightly, and the scene in front of him made him feel a little unbelievable.

"He... this... can talk to animals? Is he a druid?"

Druid is a mysterious profession. It is said that people of this profession can talk to birds and beasts, and even manipulate them. They can also choose one or two of the most familiar beasts and possess their power and characteristics for a short time.The front desk staff of the Witcher Club is this kind of occupation, so at the beginning, he could temporarily have the face of a cat in order to scare Ansair, but it failed.

Joey didn't know, but he felt that Ans should have learned some new magic during this time.

An Si learned magic really quickly, he was a genius.

In fact, the reason why Ansair can talk to animals is very simple...

Isn't it normal that angels can talk to small animals?

The puppy's thinking was a little confused, but combined with his perception, Ansair felt that there should be more than one messenger-level monster in this house.He looked at the mission description, and the judgment given by the club was suspected to be at the level of an ordinary demon, which was why Yun Jian entrusted him with this mission.

If there is more than one, I'm afraid it will run away, after all, he can't just take out a bow and arrow to shoot from a long distance...

He decided to find a helper.

"There may be more than one demon." He said the terrifying content calmly, "I want to use summoning magic."

Summoning magic, as the name suggests, is to get a helper from a different space.Ansair remembered that when they met before, Seros mentioned the borrowed swan, so that Ansair didn't have to rush to return it, and it could be used as a familiar.

But Ansair didn't know that Theros' original intention was——

Stop practicing hoops with geese!

Goose can be more useful can't it!

Ansair thought about it and thought it was the same, so he pretended to summon a goose to come out, at least to block the monster's escape route for a short time.

Upon hearing the summoning magic, the client's heart was filled with excitement.The way he looked at Ansair was completely different now, mixed with trust and admiration.This white-haired witcher is sharp and powerful. He can find the demons hidden in his house for eight years, and he also has druid skills. He is so convinced that he can't be more convinced.

Now, as soon as this powerful demon hunter said that he wanted to summon a helper, the client automatically thought of a bunch of cool creatures, such as bipedal dragons, phoenixes, wolf kings...

But why.

why a...

Goose?

"puff."

The client couldn't hold it back for a while, and let out a laugh. He looked at Joey, and saw that the other party was also stunned. He couldn't help it even more, and laughed out loud.

Joey also looked puzzled, he also did not expect Ansair to summon a goose.

It was a pure black swan with a dark red beak and dark blue eyes. The wide wings were folded behind, and the curved neck was elegant.As soon as the swan was summoned, it stared intently at Ansair, ignoring the others at all, and even walked over.

The client also squatted down, holding back a smile, and shouted at the goose.

"Quack." He imitated the sound of a duck, laughing as he learned, "Quack!"

Black Swan turned his head slowly, and finally looked at him, but his eyes were cold.

Client: "..."

very strange.

He seems to have heard the pocket watch of Death?

"No, don't hit the client!" After 1 minute, Joey persuaded, "Ans! Take care of your goose!"

The client is going to be beaten to death!

Ansair's expression was very calm, and the black swan was very measured. Whether it was flapping its wings or pecking mercilessly, the swan actually held back its strength, but it just looked miserable.

After all, it was the guard of honor of the Demon King, and no one could take it lightly. He simply folded his arms and waited for the swan to vent his anger.

"Actually, I'm not very good at controlling the swan, so I can only wait until the fight is over."

Joey finally saw the fighting power of the swan, the client rolled and crawled, and finally shivered and curled up in the fallen rose.Perhaps because he disliked the fact that the many branches would mess up his feathers, the black swan gave up the pursuit and walked back gracefully with a slow gait.

The swan approached Ansair, and Ansair also squatted down, feeling the swan's beak resting on his shoulder, kissing him intimately.

It's so cute.

Ansair thought, smiling and hugging the large, plumed bird.

He didn't know, Black Swan breathed a sigh of relief.

at last!

His Majesty the Demon King with the body of the black swan thought.

This time Ansair called out the swan, and it was finally not a loop!