The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

The current head of the Demon Hunter Club, Sylvia, couldn't get through the phone, and Yun Yan frowned. This should not have happened.He heard from the demon hunters who stayed on the ground that the club headquarters had received the news as soon as they came out, and they could still communicate normally at that time, and Sylvia laughed and praised their achievements.

Why did you lose contact in such a short period of time?

The confusion did not last long, and the second call was successfully connected.Sylvia's voice sounded, as steady and dignified as ever.

"...I probably understand the situation." She said calmly, "Ansair is a brave man who belongs to the Witcher Club and is our partner. If he is unwilling, the club has the obligation to protect him."

What she meant was very clear.

No one can make decisions for Ansair. As long as Ansair is unwilling, the Witcher Club will not allow the Holy Court to take him away.

Such a result made the bishop's complexion very bad.

"It seems that the Witcher Club is determined not to let people go?"

"Unless Ansair is willing to go with the Holy Court."

The traveling bishop looked at Ansair again. This rebellious and brave man once again showed his holy sword, making the bishop's face turn blue as if he was about to fight.Knowing that he might not be able to complete the mission today, he walked away in anger.

"Don't take it to heart, Ans." Before Anthony left with the Holy Court, he smiled at Ansair, "After I go back, I will also truthfully state your wishes, and no one will turn black and white and distort the facts .”

He nodded apologetically to the demon hunters present, and was about to leave with his staff in his arms, when Ansair suddenly stopped him.

"this is for you."

He handed Anthony a piece of colorful paper, and Anthony took a closer look——

It was a shopping promotion list of Angel Convenience Store, with the address printed on it, and the "over 25 minus [-]" on it was bigger and clearer.

"If you are free, you can come and buy something, and acquaintances can give you a discount."

Anthony: "..."

Ansair lowered his head and looked at Joey who had turned into a holy sword in his hand.

"Joy, I am so enthusiastic about the performance of the store, you will definitely tell the boss to give me a raise, right?"

Joey: "..."

Joey: "...Okay."

Marketing Baocai, the boss really picked up a ghost!

The hated Holy Court people are finally gone!Just when the demon hunters were about to cheer again, Ansair keenly heard something wrong with Sylvia's voice on the other end of the phone.She seemed to be breathing heavily, and then coughed softly.Ansair and Yun Jian looked at each other, the situation was not right.

"I'm sorry, the matter in the town has not been resolved, so I will trouble you again." Sylvia said softly into the phone.

At this moment, she was leaning against a window, the light of dawn poured into the room, the ground was full of messy footprints and blood, and the long sword lay within reach.The silver-haired girl held down the bleeding wound on her abdomen with one hand, applied healing magic, and slowly sat up straight.

"At least one second-class star is needed, so hurry back to the headquarters immediately."

she said slowly.

"Gawen betrayed."

***

Rewinding the time to the beginning of the night, Sylvia was sitting at the desk, which was full of various tedious documents and reports.Sylvia was worried about the witchers even though the sages were following them underground.She has not closed her eyes for three consecutive days, and the silver-haired girl is still sitting with her back straight, processing the news that comes back from time to time.

After almost sitting in the middle of the night, the exciting news finally came - at a critical moment, the brave Ansair pulled out the holy sword!

Sylvia was overwhelmed with surprise, she guessed correctly, Ansair is a brave man and the hope of mankind.But immediately, Sylvia thought of a question, and she re-read the simple report sent back.

...Draw out the holy sword?

But isn't the Holy Sword Luther, who exists in human form, at the headquarters?What is the holy sword that Ansair pulled out...

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat suddenly.

There is only one possibility.

Luther is not actually a holy sword.

Before she had time to think about this conclusion, Sylvia heard some rustling noises.The human girl reacted suddenly, turned off all the lights in an instant, and hid behind the desk.The pulp of her thumb lightly rubbed the interspatial ring on her index finger, and the long sword appeared in her hand immediately.

Everyone thought that Sylvia, the head of the Witcher Club, didn't have much force at all. Only Sylvia knew that the days and nights of hard training in swordsmanship were just for her father to let her not have to fight when she was in danger. rely only on others.

【Sylvia, my little princess. 】

The silver-haired middle-aged man smiled gently.

[Today I present this sword to you, and may it always be with you. 】

The young Sylvia couldn't even raise the sword successfully. She tried several times stubbornly, but it caused her father to laugh.

The girl slowly puffed up her cheeks.

【You can't lift the sword now because there is still something missing in your heart. 】

The silver-haired middle-aged man tapped his chest lightly.

[When you find it, the crown will be on your head. 】

As she grows older, Sylvia is gradually able to lift a sword, but she is still full of confusion about "that thing" her father said.Later, the father who taught her swordsmanship also passed away. The silver-haired woman in a black dress cried loudly at his father's funeral, and someone extended a helping hand to him.

Edward...

The girl's eyes flickered slightly, and she had already heard the sound of something intruding into the room.Those things landed lightly, with dexterous steps, and seemed to be dragging their long wagging tails, and they were gradually searching for the desk.

Sylvia dialed Gawyn's communication, but there was no answer.This is too abnormal, she thought calmly, Grandpa Gawen always said he wanted to stay at the club headquarters to protect her, but now he can't be contacted at all.Moreover, only a few people know her location, and most of these people are second-class stars, and two of them have even gone to the town to hunt demons.

Since she was doomed not to be rescued, Sylvia acted first before being searched.Through the hazy moonlight outside the window, she saw the intruders clearly——

It seems to be a mixture of humans and demons. The human body is covered with scales, and the long bony tail drags behind.These monsters have hunched backs, many bony spurs protruding from their bodies, and their long sharp claws reveal a ferocious meaning.Seeing Silvia appearing on her own initiative, the monsters hissed excitedly, but they didn't know that what they were about to welcome was not a weak and helpless prey.

The silver-haired girl stood still with a solemn expression.I saw her holding the sword in one hand and holding the other hand behind her back, her posture was elegant, but she had hidden murderous intentions.

Sylvia's swordsmanship——

Comparable to second-class stars!

And in the manor belonging to the Witcher Club, Luther also welcomed an unexpected visitor.

It was late at night, and Luther placed many small objects in the hall, while he himself took a handful of plastic rings and was looping them.

The life of Holy Sword is actually very boring, and the range of activities is small, only the ring can be used as a comfort.

Luther was caught in a trap, and if he was caught, he would make a set of papers, which was very boring.Hearing the sound of the door opening suddenly, Luther was startled, and reflexively wanted to close the stall, and then he reacted...

There is no urban management here, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid!

So he let his ferrule booth spread out all over the floor, and poked his head to see who was coming.I saw Gawen walking in slowly, dressed in a suit and leather shoes as usual, with his white hair combed neatly behind his head, his gaze paused on the messy gadgets on the ground, and then he walked towards Luther.

On the way, he trampled a bag of biscuits to pieces.

Luther's eyelids twitched, such Gawen gave him a bad feeling.He grabbed a small note, secretly hid behind his back and wrote, then broke open a hollow plastic ring, and began to stuff the note into the plastic ring.

Gawyn came up to him, his tone as gentle and kind as ever.

"There have been some changes around here recently, and Hill asked me to transfer you."

Luther looked at him quietly.

"Where's the warrant?"

To move the holy sword, Sylvia, the person in charge, needs to issue a warrant, on which there will be the emblem of the Witcher Club. The emblem has been processed by a witch and is difficult to imitate.

The smile on Gawyn's face didn't change.

"The matter is urgent. There was also an attack at Hill's place. I was asked to ensure your safety first."

Luther cursed in his heart. He scratched his grandmother's gray hair, knowing that he had no room to refuse.

"...Okay, I'll go with you." He said calmly, and then raised the colorful plastic circle in his hand, "Can I take this thing with me? At least... it gives me something I can miss."

Gavin smiled, speaking clearly.

"It's bad if there is a tracker in it, come on, throw it away, throw it away with your own hands."

Luther's face was pale, and he held the colorful plastic ring tightly.Gavin admired his struggles. He liked to appreciate the pain of others. He suppressed it for as long as he stayed at the Witcher Club. Now that he chose to betray, he naturally didn't need to suppress his bad thoughts.

Looking too intently, a tentacle flicked in Gawin's eye, and he immediately retracted it.

Luther: "..."

Mother!He is afraid!What the hell is this!

Seemingly reluctant, Luther threw out the colored plastic ring vigorously, and it happened to catch a set of test papers.Then he went out with Gawyn, outside the door, there were some half-human, half-monster creatures waiting.

Luther's hands were full of sweat, he didn't know what was waiting for him.

Hiding things in the plastic ring, I am afraid that no one will be able to find out, but Luther dared to do this because someone must be able to find out his hint!

Ansair must be able to spot that circle!

"Where... are we going?" he asked in a low voice.

Gawyn was in a good mood, so he replied.

"Secret meeting."

Of course, this is the result of Gawen's careful consideration. He has also noticed the recent movements of the secret meeting, and there are rumors that the secret meeting has summoned demons, and Gawen's heart is even more determined.

demon?laugh.

The Three Realms have been sealed off, the human world is like an isolated island, and human beings even mistake his noble race for demons.

I just don't know, what level of the same family is coming to the secret meeting, is it the same priest as him?still……

Greedy murderous intent flashed in Gavin's eyes.

Or... what about the prince?

***

The assassination of the person in charge is an absolute major event, not only Edward is in a state of anxiety, but also Yun Jian cannot take it lightly.He wanted to go back with Edward, but he was worried about Ansair who had just pulled out the holy sword.Unexpectedly, Ansair waved to him, indicating that they could all leave.

"I will lead people to continue cleaning up the town, and you all go back." Ansair said simply, "Don't worry, if there is a situation that cannot be dealt with with the holy sword in hand, there is no point for you to stay."

Not to mention just some finishing touches.

It just so happened that they were all gone, so Ansair could try to catch live mice!He still owes Theros twenty!

Watch him pay off once!

Black Swan looked up at Ansair helplessly, and leaned his head on his lap.

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He didn't want the mouse, but thinking that Ansair would definitely meet him when he delivered the mouse, Theros felt that he could do it again.He hoped that Ansair would not give him twenty at a time, but give him one a day, and he could continue to give mice, which was about the same as sustainable dating.

Ansair was gearing up to catch the mouse, when suddenly he remembered something.

Vasak!

Vasago should have cleaned up the demon summoning organization long ago, right?Where did he go?

I haven't given him common sense in popular science yet!Hope no one is unlucky enough to meet him!

——The unlucky guy has already met.

The itinerant bishop who left angrily narrowed his eyes, and in the morning light, he could barely make out the things that filled half the house in front of him.The huge thing was wriggling, with silver scales shining all over its body, with a certain sharp and weird beauty.

This thing came up from the ground, directly hollowed out the empty house, and its tentacles protruded from the second floor of the house, looking around like a person looking at the scenery.

Ordinary humans have already evacuated, and the demon hunters are concentrated at the entrance of the underground facility. There are no other people around, only the Holy Court and his party, facing this huge and weird monster.

Suddenly, the tentacles watching from the balcony on the second floor spotted them, and the tentacles sticking out of the house began to squirm and retract.Soon after, with a "squeak", the door of the house was opened, and a young man in a tuxedo walked out slowly.He has a pair of silver-toned gray pupils, and when he looks at people, there is almost a sense of treachery.

I saw him come to the Holy Court and his party, and looked up and down.

Gudong.

The itinerant bishop heard himself swallow.

He also heard the dignified young man asking with a smile in an elegant and melodious voice——

"Excuse me, have you seen my Majesty?"

"The ants."

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Vasago: Remember His Majesty's instruction, be polite when interacting with other races... I'm really polite! -v-//