The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

    The first half is still a staggered dinner party, but experienced witchers will take extra care not to let themselves be contaminated with alcohol and not to overeat. Because in the second half of the dinner, the seven-day simulated witch hunt was the top priority.

    The demon hunters recruited from the outside are eager to be valued by the big forces, and the demon hunters within the big forces are also eager to get promotion opportunities. Therefore, Ansel and his party, who did not eat and drink, were like an outlier.

    The buffet is amazing!

    "Boss, it's much better than the food stall you treated to yesterday." Rhine said while eating, because of his salary, he hadn't eaten such a high-end food for a long time.

    "But I still want to eat seafood buffet." Anthony whispered.

    Little black cat Jasmine followed suit, munching on the freshest salmon, shedding tears of cat and cat.

    Mia!

    Several people swept through the clouds without leaving their hands, and ate until they were full. There are not many people who can think like them, so it is almost like having a special session, and Ansel is very satisfied.

    He wanted to invite the ministers to eat this free buffet.

    Of course, eating well does not mean eating without image, and finish the meal elegantly. On the other side, the teleportation array built with a lot of money also began to shine. The Demon Hunter Club spent huge sums of money to build a teleportation array to simulate a demon hunt. Basically, it would only be used once, which was quite generous.

    Anseyer glanced at him, he was actually quite good at alchemy, mainly because he would save money by doing it himself. His advantage is that he can learn and use most alchemy perfectly, rather than in-depth research.

    Such a teleportation array, he can understand the problem at a glance - lack of understanding of space magic, resulting in waste in the construction of time and space points, and energy loss in the middle. Teleportation devices are naturally not the same.

    Thinking of this, Ans El’s heart moved slightly. The human world’s skills on the magic side were insufficient, while the magic level of the demon world was quite high. Complementary trade is possible.

    Well, he speaks his mind.

    Complementary fortunes!

    The order was decided by lottery. The witchers all drew lots, and Ansel walked over and drew. He stared at the number one in his hand, not knowing whether it was good luck or bad luck.

    "Anse! After entering, let's find a way to meet!"

    Joey shouted behind him, seeing the back of Ans Air nodding and waving, Joey's heart gradually fell. He didn't know it at all, but Ansi Er, who had walked into the teleportation formation with his back to him, had no intention of meeting them immediately.

    It's almost time for a workout.

    Ansier didn't stay in the human world for a long time, and he has now worked hard to gather the key forces of the human world and form a small group. Then his obligations will end here, and the next step should be...

    The Demon King lowered his snow-colored eyelashes.

    Test.

    The picture in the line of sight was distorted, and the exit of the teleportation was even in mid-air. Fortunately, Ansi Er still had wings. He flapped his wings with two patches and landed on the ground slowly. .

    It's not that the wings can't be replaced, Amon has already helped him make them, but...

    Anseyer is a simple man, and when he doesn't need real swords and real guns to fight, it is actually good to use old wings.

    Anseyer, who landed on the ground, quickly found something, it was a shriveled package with a note on it, and the handwriting was very familiar.

    【My good student! The teacher gave you a back door - open the package! 】

    Anseyer was a little dubious in his heart. At first glance, this thing was done by Baimon. He knew exactly what kind of dog Baimon was over the years. Ansier looked at the note again, and used a branch to test that there were no tricky props popping up suddenly, and then opened the package cautiously.

    Invert.

    Invert.

    Empty.

    Ansel: "…"

    He thought about it, turned the whole empty package over, and saw that there were words written inside—

    [Walk 100 meters to the left, and the back door should be hidden, right? 】

    Anseyer decided to beat the teacher in the future to hide, preferably the kind of barren mountains and ridges where no one can save you if you break your throat!

    Following the directions, Ansel found a second package, a third package, a fourth…

    He killed Baimon! !

    The sixth package finally has something, but the paper attached to it says in the language of the demon world—

      】

    [No way? No way? You don't remember, do you? 】

    Anseyer remembers, but there are a few details that are not quite sure and need to be tested. He was gnashing his teeth and thinking about how to get rid of Baimon after going out, when suddenly, in his shadow, a head with black feathers and a red mouth came out.

    The soul of Ceros came again, and he came again, and was polite.

    Do you need any help?jpg

    Anseyer was overjoyed, he slapped the head of the goose into a fine feather duster, then gathered the feathers of the goose and handed the materials to the goose.

    Get to work!

    The black swan stepped on small steps with satisfaction and went to work, only to see him skillfully shaking off the package, counting all kinds of materials, and then holding the paintbrush in his mouth, in the empty space Draw a summoning array on the wall. During this period, Ansair searched around and determined that the ruins were unexpectedly large.

    The Witcher Club gave some background hints that the ruins originally belonged to a talented human alchemist. It was only after middle age that the alchemist's temperament changed greatly and he decided to live in isolation. So he purchased land, built a manor, covered everything he needed for life, and then lived in the manor community until he died.

    After the death of the alchemist, the building complex was gradually abandoned and became a paradise for monsters.

    On the other side, the black swan finished her work, and after checking it carefully, it made a soft chirping, calling for Ansel to come back. Ans Air, who was fishing for fish, came back, a little embarrassed for not working, but the black swan just clinging to his leg.

     Of course Ansair can not work! Goose goose dry!

    The black swan was immersed in the bubbling state of raising a family, and suddenly, he thought of it.

    What is Ansier trying to do when he draws the Demon Summoning Array?

    Of course it's summoning my subordinates! When an excellent demon king can make his subordinates work, he cannot condescend to do it himself!

    Ans El activates the summoning circle and summons the head of Pruru!

    The summoning formation is very different from the summoning of other demons. It seems that the state has been changed by the other end. There is actually a beeping sound like a witch making soup and medicine, and it is accompanied by a bright light. In the light, a voice deliberately spoke in a tone of voice.

     "Excuse me, are you calling the head of this purr, or the feet of this purr, or the hand of this purr?"

    Ansier cooperated with a smile.

    "What if I want to summon?"

    The voice on the other end of the summoning circle deliberately pretended to be difficult.

    "Then...then..."

    Before he finished speaking, the pink **** slime jumped out of the summoning formation with a "boom"!

    "Then follow His Majesty's will and come out!"

    This is too cute, Ans Air hugged the Chancellor of the Exchequer who jumped out to make a small surprise, and slammed it!

    It's been a long time since rua! Still so soft and soft!

      But the black swan clearly saw that a floating eye stopped at the lower right corner of Prullu's body and glanced at him.

    Black Swan: "…"

    Grumbling!

    This slime shouldn't be pink! He should be green tea!

    Bululu and Black Swan got tired of seeing each other and began to fight each other. For a while, the pink slime pressed the goose's neck, and the goose stepped on the slime and buried it in the soil, and it was a lot of fun.

    Cerros' consciousness was fighting with Pruru in the goose's body, while distracted, manipulating the body of the secret meeting to think about the escape plan mentioned by Ans Aier before, Ans Ai He trusted him very much and agreed to let him arrange everything. This unconditional trust really moved Theros, so he must not…

    Write ten or eight Play... Scripts!

    So far, Ceros has secretly written more than 50 scripts, selected the best ones, and finally settled on the most satisfying one. For this, he uses the magic sword.

    He didn't treat the magic sword Luther badly, he used magic spar to support him and put it in the box every day. Luther lived the days of eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating. If it weren't for the sword, he would have gained a lot of weight long ago.

    Most of the time, outside voices can’t penetrate Luther’s box, and Luther doesn’t have much time when he is awake, but today, he is still awake, and he can hear it faintly Movements from the outside world.

    Luther quietly opened a crack in the box and eavesdropped on it. He only heard a low and steady voice.

    “…the simulated witch who sneaked into the witcher club, keeping an eye on the white-haired hero.”

    "Anytime."

    Luther was shocked, this feature is too obvious, it is undoubtedly Ansel! The demon entrenched in the secret meeting actually set his sights on Ans and arranged for someone to assassinate him. Luther said he couldn't bear it!

    But he's just a sword.

    Luther: "…"

    He was sinking into self-pity when the demon reached out to him as if to take him out of the box.

    At that moment, Luther's anger started from his heart, and his evil turned to courage. He will never let himself become a tool to assassinate Ans El! He will resist!

    Cerros' outstretched hand stopped, he silently looked at the box with his claws and claws, the magic sword inside hit the inner wall of the box, rattling, like a treasure chest monster always ready to bite, extremely manic .

    Theros was a little speechless. Sure enough, most of the people and things around Ansel are strange and difficult to understand.

    Does the magic sword treat itself as a treasure chest monster?

    His Majesty the Demon King ruthlessly removed the lid of the box, and the treasure chest monster was misfired.

    Luther was lying in the box, he couldn't resist. The holy sword and the magic sword are always associated with each other, but their nature and some characteristics are diametrically opposite. For example, the holy sword Joey's head is pointed, and when Luther is here, his feet are pointed. Luther lay flat in the box when suddenly, a light bulb lit up at the hilt of the sword.

    He has a solution!

    Luther began to mutter, trying to change his own appearance.

    He's going to be studs, studs, studs...

    From today, he is not Luther! He's Luther Stud! See how the devil holds him!

    Theros looked at the magic sword in the box. It might not be a magic sword anymore. It was full of thorns, like a long sea urchin.

    Luther Studs, so terrifying!