Essenmeer opened his mouth wide and stared at Your Majesty The Demon King, who used to be his big brother, Prince Leon … .He climbed into Hero's room on the second floor in a shameless manner.

… .And it was very likely to be a bedroom.

Essenmeer could even see purple curtains fluttering in the window. They were made of light gauze and had an ambiguous atmosphere.

He felt that his eyesight had never been so good in his life, but it seemed like he was going to go blind soon.

"What's wrong?" Pope Decca asked in confusion. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Essen Mill didn't know if he should feel hopeless or relieved. He was hopeless because he had been fed so much dog food during this period of time that he was about to throw up. He was relieved because no one else had seen it. _ (: 3. ∠) _

His Majesty Roshyank The Demon, also known as Prince Leon, although this guy had a noble status, he had always had problems with relationships. Now that he thought about it, he was quite pitiful. Since they wanted to hide it, then he would help them hide it.

I'm really a good person!

↑ King Essenmeer clenched his fist proudly.

Inside Hero's villa, Your Majesty The Demon King, who was rumored to be "hiding forbidden feelings from the world", was wearing a shiny black suit. He walked out of Xu Jun's bedroom and went to the second floor.

At that time, Red Fox Shaman was hugging Xu Jun and taking advantage of the high atmosphere in the restaurant to express his loyalty. "Mr. Xu Jun, we Red Fox have been the best friends of mankind since ancient times!

Don't worry, if we become allies in this tournament, then Hero Xu Jun and Red Fox will form an eternal friendship in the future! "

"When that time comes, your enemy will be my enemy!"

"Demon … Demon!

Even if you are a demon, we will stand on your side! "

Red Fox Shaman was old, but his words were sonorous and powerful. Orcs were never good at saying beautiful words, even the Red Fox, who had always had a high IQ, was the same.

Roaring, thumping their chests, stomping their feet, they liked this kind of passionate body language.

In the warm atmosphere, even the mermaid priest, who had always been relatively calm, raised her cane. "Demons are nothing!"

Among the crowd, only the two Snowy Lionets, the butler, and the maid stayed quietly in the corner. They saw themselves in this group of silly orcs.

Ah, I was that foolish back then.

As everyone howled, they saw the Demon King slowly walk down from the second floor.

The Red Fox elder was speechless.

The priest was speechless.

The Shaman and Grand Shaman of the other clans were speechless.

The Dark Demon King suddenly arrived at Hero Xu Jun's house. He even came down from the bedroom and not from the front door. Then, he coldly swept his gaze over the people who were still talking and said to Xu Jun, "Take off your claws."

Oh, no, this sentence was not said to Xu Jun, but to the Red Fox Shaman, whose arm was on Xu Jun's shoulder.

Being stared at by the Demon King, the Red Fox Shaman only felt that his right arm weighed a thousand pounds.

They ate too happily at Xu Jun's house. Now, everyone's stomach was full of vegetables and meat, and they even opened a few bottles of wine to drink. Fighting in a hot-headed state was the most disadvantageous.

What's more, even if they were at their peak, such a group of old and weak (?)

Old orcs might not be able to resist the Dark Demon King who had lived for more than forty thousand years.

But why was it like this?

Could it be that the Hero Xu Jun and the Dark Demon King's relationship was not as bad as the rumors said? Could it be that Xu Jun lured them to his house to kill them?

No, this thought was rejected after thinking about it for a while. Although they were big figures in their own clans who could shake the earth with a stomp of their feet, they were not enough in Randal City. Moreover, their clan had a patriarch, so the death of an old Shaman was not that serious.

Or could it be that the Demon King was here to seek revenge?

Legend has it that the Hero Xu Jun ran to Your Majesty The Demon King's palace and openly challenged him. So, was history repeating itself?

The Shaman priests and shamans could not say a word. It was as if their brave words had been fed to the dogs. They saw Roschinke strolling towards them with his long legs, pushing the Red Fox Shaman to the point that he staggered.

Then, he hugged Xu Jun's shoulder as if he was demonstrating his power. He even glared at the Red Fox Shaman and said, "I heard that you want to be Xu Jun's best friend?"

The Red Fox Shaman's expression was as if he had just seen a dog. However, the real fear still lingered in his heart. He twisted his face and said, "No, no, I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Roschinke showed a very understanding smile. He brought Xu Jun back to the table and ordered like a master, "John, ask Alice and Clint to clean up this place and change the hotpot."

"Xu Jun, I want to eat chicken meatballs."

The giant lover of 1.9 meters sat at the table and waited very obediently for Xu Jun to feed her. This made the Hero, who was somewhat dissatisfied that the hotpot banquet was interrupted, immediately soften his heart and say, "Okay, okay, okay, you can eat anything. Wait for me to get it for you!"

"Don't move, don't burn yourself!"

— — What's wrong with Roschinke? He just wanted to show off his love!

As her boyfriend, of course, Lord Xu Jun has to fully support him!

In the dining hall, the Orc Shaman, the Mermaid Priest and Shaman Naka looked at each other and did not dare to say a word. The air seemed to be dead.

What, what's going on? The babies are so scared QAQ!

On the other side, King Essenmeer was also sitting at the table with a turkey leg in his hands. He was very embarrassed. He did not know what the Pope Decca was thinking. He did not want to let him go, and he wanted to have "afternoon tea" with him.

The time was two o 'clock in the afternoon of the second last day of Grace Day. The location was inside the Randal Cathedral, two floors above the confessional, in the Pope's room.

The statue of the God of Light was facing the confessional, which made the Essenmeer very uncomfortable. As the king of the Snow Blade Kingdom, he did not like the God of Light very much since he was young.

At first, he wanted to show that he was different. After all, his brother was excellent in all aspects and was a Paladin. Later, he simply felt that the Church was hypocritical.

When Snow Blade was strong, the relationship between the Church and the Snow Blade could be written into a tragic romance novel. Either Snow Blade was the Church, or the Church was the Snow Blade.

But in the end, the little bitch of the Church eloped with Golden Flag, leaving the unlucky Snow Blade behind.

He did not want to remember how he was fooled. Maybe it was because he was fed dog food by Your Majesty The Demon King.

Anyway, after he came here, he could not find an excuse to leave. He even said that he was hungry, but Decca gently said that he should stay here. As long as you are happy, I will cook noodles for you.

Even when the Essenmeer said that he wanted to eat meat, Decca asked someone to serve him a plate of turkey and a plate of roast veal and let him dip it in sauce. He himself was facing a plate of tasteless vegetables and pushed the plate towards the Essenmeer. "Eat some fruits and vegetables, it is good for your health."

The Essenmeer heard the motherly tone and shuddered violently.

Pope Decca was in a strange state. He always showed a calm and solemn appearance, but the Essenmeer knew that he was actually a joker. When he was young, he even wanted to secretly go to the brothel with his old-fashioned elder brother. Of course, he was taught a lesson in the end.

The power of a joker would not disappear with age, but the Pope Decca today was very calm.

The Essenmeer finished a turkey leg and stole a glance at the Pope Decca. He did not notice before, but this annoying guy when he was young was obviously old. His forehead was full of wrinkles, and his hair was white.

Just like any other middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties, this guy used to be quite good-looking. Although he was a member of the clergy, many young girls liked him, which made the Essenmeer, who got fatter as he got older, very jealous.

But now, his looks and vitality were a thing of the past.

He watched Decca put vegetables into his mouth, and his heart skipped a beat. "You're not dying, are you?"

The Pope Decca rolled his eyes. "Nothing good comes out of a dog's mouth."

The Essenmeer thought that he was being scolded for showing concern for him out of kindness. What the hell?

After a while, the Pope Decca asked in a low voice, "Who are you going to choose as your successor?"

When it came to this question, even the Essenmeer, who always had a big heart, had a bitter expression. "I want to choose my nephew. He's the closest to me in terms of blood, but he's just like me when I was young. He doesn't like to do anything serious. Even if I give him the throne, he probably won't be able to keep it."

Therefore, it would be better for him to pass the throne to the Duke of Bauhinia, who was currently the most powerful person in the Snow Edge Kingdom, while he was still alive. After that, he would ask the other party to spare the life of his foolish nephew.

But the Duke of Bauhinia was a sinister person, and had ten thousand ways to play his nephew to death.

Thinking of this, the Pope felt that his nephew had become a little pitiful. Even he, as his uncle, couldn't protect him.

Unfortunately, this nephew's mother and Essenmeer weren't born of the same mother. They weren't close when they were young, and had no feelings for the King of Roschinke when he was still a prince. Now, Essenmeer didn't even dare to bring his nephew to the Demon King.

The Pope Decca was in a bad mood when he threw out this difficult question. Essenmeer's family had now made it clear that the servants were strong and the master was weak, and their house was about to collapse.

How much better was the Church?

The Council of Elders had been suppressed twice, but their foundation was still there. Deinister was still as naive as a fool.

Saintess Elle had always been so calm and steady. She was unfathomable at such a young age, and this made the Pope even more worried about Deinister.

He had never considered such an ominous matter before.

In this world, combatants lived much longer than ordinary people. If an ordinary person could live to seventy years old, then a combatant could easily live to more than a hundred years old.

He always felt that he could still support the Illuminati for another fifty years, and that he could still see Deinister become a calm and proper middle-aged man, and then he could rest assured that the Church would be handed over to him.

Even last year, when he fought against the Second Serpentis and was poisoned by the opponent's poison gas, he didn't lose this confidence.

But this year … he hadn't fully recovered from last year's injury, and this year's new First Serpentis priest was obviously more difficult to deal with than last year's. This was nothing, the problem was that the demon forces had also come.

In the coming fighting tournament … could he really survive with his old arms and legs?

If he couldn't, what would Deinister do?

He was only in his twenties and was still a baby. His old father, Pope Decca, and his old uncle, Essenmeer, sighed together.

Then they received a letter from the Golden Banner Emperor, asking them to quickly come to the Golden Banner Palace. He said that he and his two good-for-nothing children had studied for a long time, and finally felt that there was a big problem with the Serpentis, and asked them to come together to give advice.

The general idea was good, but everyone knew that the Golden Banner Emperor's think tank was his prime minister, and he preferred to have small meetings with the prime minister and the general. Why would he need his two children?

Why did he specifically mention "good-for-nothing children"?

Damn, he had an heir, so he wanted to show off, right?

The author has something to say: Some readers said that "today's chapter has no plot", but in fact, it wasn't simply that there was no plot, it was mainly because … the number of words was small _ (: 3/∠) _

The number of words per chapter was relatively small, three to four thousand words. It was indeed difficult to write a plot, and Erji also had a bad habit of being long-winded.

Now he was still at work, so he didn't have much time to write, and he didn't have enough energy. But this book hadn't been broken so far, which was an improvement. It would be better in the future.

I didn't expect you to be such a brave person!

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