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It is good to have something expensive once in a while. After drinking the potion as a drink, Ansel felt refreshed immediately. He accepted Saros’ kind feelings in his heart, and with the previous pleasant cooperation on the battlefield, he didn’t hesitate to show some kindness.

“Anyway, I have almost rested. I will deal with the aftermath with you, and then go directly to the celebration banquet.” Ansel picked up the new cloak while talking, “I heard that you also took the monster Emperor’s crown as well, let’s go and see it.”

He put on the cloak, and his white hair was temporarily pressed under the cloak, and he lifted it casually. Ansel didn’t notice that there was still a strand of hair that was pressed down. He followed Saros’ gaze and pulled the stubborn strand of hair out from under the cloak.

He found Saros was still looking at his hair, not taking his eyes off it.

“What’s the matter? There should be nothing pressing underneath…”

He flicked his hair again to make sure it was correct. Saros looked away, his tone flat.

“It’s nothing, white hair is very rare among demons.”

And occasionally, even if there are one or two of them, they will still have a slightly grey texture, unlike Ansel, who seems to be covered with a layer of soft light.

Suddenly, alarm bells sounded in Ansel’s heart, worried that he would reveal something, so he responded casually.

“What’s the matter? There are many races in the Demon Realm, and it’s just white hair. I was born like this.”

Seeing Saros’s gaze shift, he seemed to ponder for a moment, and said slowly.

“It turns out that it is from birth, I thought you dyed them.”

Ansel: “…”

If you can’t speak, you can stay quiet! Don’t just bark randomly!

“Can it be dyed like this?” He almost laughed angrily, “Why don’t you touch it yourself?”

Saros: “!!!”

Is there such a good thing? ! !

At this time, he really didn’t realise that Ansel was acting weird, his heart and eyes were full of the shiny white hair. He had already figured out how to touch them, how to stroke it down, whether to wrap them around his fingertips… However, after Ansel finished speaking, he didn’t give him any time, the white-haired Demon King raised his cloak, and turned his head to get out of the tent.

…..Didn’t you say that I can touch it? !

In an urgency, he reached out for the second time——

He grabbed Ansel by the end of his hair.

 * * *

Another close minister received the two noble majesties respectfully. He had just been given the task of guarding the monster’s crown, so he has been guarding here. He thought that His Majesty would come to check after the celebration banquet, or tomorrow, but he didn’t expect to see the figures of the two Demon Kings coming together before the celebration banquet.

His Majesty Saros still looked moody as usual, but His Majesty Ansel…Huh? Is he pulling up his white hair?

The white hair was rolled up and hung on one shoulder, which did not ruin the majesty of the Demon King. His Majesty Ansel looked arrogant, and stepped into the protective barrier first, followed by His Majesty Saros. Although the atmosphere between the two seemed a little weird, the minister didn’t have time to think about it, and quickly followed in.

As soon as the minister entered the protective barrier, he lowered his head deeply. He couldn’t look directly at the crown that belonged to the monster Emperor. Several tests had proved that the crown would have a great impact on the demon’s mind.

But the Demon King can look directly at the crown.

“This is the crown of the monster Emperor?” Ansel looked at the slightly broken crown. The crown was full of twists and strangeness, and the swarms and eyes were not like those of native creatures. In fact, the biggest achievement of this battle, besides killing the Empress, was to bring back this crown.

Ansel stared at the crown for more than ten seconds, and the pattern on the crown suddenly turned in his eyes, like a scroll, stretching out tendrils like vines. He frowned, blinked his eyelashes, and the distorted vision slowly disappeared.

“It seems that they are imitating the crown of the Demon King.” Ansel affirmed, and then he was a little puzzled, “We have not appeared on this front before, and we have never worn crowns even in previous battles. How are they imitating it?”

Saros pondered for a while, and came up with an idea.

“Perhaps, they can analyze certain laws of the place they are in.”

The Demon wears a crown and rules all directions – this is the iron law of the demon realm. Because of analysing some of the laws of the demon realm, the monster Emperor also crowned himself, and even created Empress, princes, and various lower social classes.

What he said made Ansel startled.

That’s right, when he was in the Supreme Heaven, he also faced monsters with the characteristics of the Supreme Heaven. At that time, there was no Emperor on that front, but there was something on the head of the Empress who was beheaded by him——!

Aperture! The abstract superimposed patterns were so complicated that Ansel didn’t recognize that it was the angel’s halo at that time!

Being too shocked, Ansel fell into his own thoughts. He repeatedly recalled the details of the original battlefield until Saros’ voice sounded faintly.

“…Ansel”

He suddenly calmed down again, raised his sunset-coloured pupils, and saw a slight smile on the lips of Saros, who was usually expressionless.

“Don’t worry, the imitation is only superficial. It’s like those monsters who turned into orcs, but they can’t learn to transform into beast form.”

He lowered his eyes slightly, but he couldn’t hide the noble arrogance that belonged to the Demon King, but there was also a hint of concern in this arrogance.

“Ansel, as the Demon King, do you rely on the crown on your head?”

 ——Of course not.

Ansel’s heart moved slightly, he looked directly at Saros’ dark blue pupils seriously, and for the first time felt that the arrogance of this colleague was very cute. Ansel himself has fought and won for decades, leading his close ministers to conquer the entire Eastern Region; Saros also suffered a setback at the beginning of his ascension, and he insisted on bringing the Asmodeus family out of the precarious situation by himself… They really have to be arrogant.

Seeing Ansel’s eyes brighten up again, Saros’s smile widened slightly.

“Of course not. It is because we are the Demon King that we have the crown; it is not that we can be called the Demon King because we have the crown.”

When he said this, his expression was full of arrogance, and the pair of pure black horns with frosty light on his head were also raised. Ansel’s eyes fell on the opposite horns uncontrollably, and remained still for a few seconds until Saros asked in a daze.

“Where are you looking?”

Ansel looked away as if screeching to a halt. He remembered the little lamb-horned that came to the imperial court. Horns seemed to have a very deep meaning, and of course he couldn’t admit that he was looking at his horns.

“I didn’t look anywhere.” He denied it flatly, and then changed the subject, “The celebration is about to begin, let’s go there. The place where the monster crown is located needs to be strictly guarded, and my subordinates will come later.”

Saros: “…”

He was almost like a ball of wool that was slapped by a cat, remembering the strength of the cat’s claws, but the cat went chasing butterflies on its own. He looked at the back of the white-haired cat who seemed to be very complacent and nonchalant, and took deep breaths to calm himself down.

Sooner or later… sooner or later he will…

This is undoubtedly a very lively night. The demons like to have fun and enjoy themselves, so he naturally organised this celebration banquet with great vibrancy. The wine was also opened, and the generals mingled with each other, and then respectfully raised their glasses together to pay homage to His Majesty the Demon King.

Ansel is a self-disciplined person, he just drank lightly, and then devoted himself to getting Saros drunk. Listening to his false and malicious words, His Majesty the Devil King who has been in power for more than a thousand years has an inscrutable expression on his face, but he didn’t refuse him. As a result, Ansel worked hard until the second half of the banquet, but he still was not able to get Saros drunk.

This guy can even drink a thousand cups! It’s so boring!

Levi’s face was flushed from drinking, and he was a little tipsy. In fact, he cares more about what to do at night after the banquet, that is the real happiness.

Ansel watched Levi being surrounded and complemented by the demon generals belonging to the Southern Region, boasting that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on earth. For some reason, he thought that Levi was the biggest hero in this battle. He was pursing his lips secretly, when suddenly, Saros leaned towards him lightly, with a slight smell of wine in his breath, as if he wanted to whisper a few words to him.

“…I don’t know, I thought he killed the Empress and seriously injured the Emperor.”

He said in a low voice, the wine softened the original harshness in his tone, presenting a kind of gentle tone, but the content of the words was a complete ridicule. Ansel also laughed, and then he changed his expression, covered it with his sleeves, and took something from under the table that Saros handed over.

Feels…like a crystal pen?

“Go and draw on the banner behind.” Saros said softly, “I’ll give you a lookout.”

Ansel tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of three banners at the back, each of which happily advertised the achievements of a Demon King, and Levi’s banner was at the bottom, with an official slogan like “Fought Bravely” written on it.

The position is not high, and it seems easy to reach, and Ansel was tempted. Under the cover of Saros, he moved back silently.

Among the jubilant demons, Sidi of the leopard race did not go forward to compliment his Demon King, but sat quietly in her seat. But her leopard tail is flicking excitedly, and her eyes are shining brightly!

Because of what? Of course it’s because the leopard is drunk again!

That intimate whispering posture, with their horns almost touching, black hair blending with white hair… Sidi was so excited that she wanted to die. In the midst of the instant chatter, she suddenly noticed that His Majesty Ansel had begun to draw something on the banner of the Demon King Levi.

Sidi had already witnessed her own Demon King’s lack of effort on the battlefield, and His Majesty Ansel and Saros gave His Majesty Levi enough face at the celebration party, and did not speak out to ridicule him. Sidi is very curious now, what does His Majesty Ansel want to draw on the banner?

She saw Ansel holding a crystal pen, and under Levi’s name on the banner, he first drew a palm, followed by a fish.

Touch, fish.

Levi fished.

Puff!

Sidi couldn’t help but laugh out loud on the spot, she covered her mouth firmly, watched as Ansel finished the painting, and quietly moved back to his original seat.

The two Demon Kings were still close to each other, talking in a low voice, as if no one could intervene.

Sweet! Faint! 

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