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Ansel still remembered the previous three incidents when Saros grabbed his hair, and he absolutely never forgets things when it comes to holding grudges. So in the end, he tied a pigtail for Saros before leaving.

His Majesty the Demon King touched the poorly braided pigtail, feeling a little helpless, but he was not willing to untie it. This scene fell in the eyes of Westam, who respectfully came to report, and his eyes widened as if he had seen something terrifying.

“Your Excellency?” He tried his best to calm down and lowered his head as much as possible, “The Holy Court has indeed officially declared war, and even united with the Demon Hunter Club, while our Secret Council… doesn’t even have a single demon……”

Although Westam has decided to devoutly worship this only demon, facing the aggression of the Holy Court and possibly the intervention of angels, the situation doesn’t look so optimistic. Westam thought that if he could take this opportunity to obtain forbidden curse level magic, even if it was just for a one-time use…. he was too eager to reach that realm.

“…It seems that I overestimated your abilities, it’s really useless.”

The demon’s face still remained imperceptible as he uttered these words, causing Westam to suddenly break out in a layer of cold sweat. If they were defined as “useless”, Westam had no doubt that the demon would abandon them.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” He immediately knelt down, his head pressed on the ground. The demon sat comfortably with his legs crossed and spat out a few words.

“Huh? So, what are you planning to do?”

“This……”

Westam felt that it was difficult to use other demons, and he could only rely on the Secret Council itself to confront the other two major forces…

“Forget it, let me help you. I will just think of it as caring for the newborns.” The demon said, “Those low-level demons should still not appear in front of me. But if you can bring back the high-level demons, I will turn them into soldiers loyal to the Secret Council.”

Westam’s eyes suddenly widened, what kind of power is this!

However….

In this way, their Secret Council inevitably has to compete with the demon hunters, but the difference is that the demon hunters have to hunt, while the Secret Council has to reclaim the demons. Westam’s brain was running like a storm, thinking that they also have to send out a large number of people to search for the traces of powerful demons in various places.

Find it! Bring it back! Put it for your own use!

Saros still sat peacefully, but he could fully guess what the human kneeling below was thinking. This was the quality possessed by His Majesty the Demon King who had been in power for more than a thousand years. He could also fully imagine that the frantic search by the Secret Council would attract the attention of other organizations, and then…

Westam has been beaten for too long, and it’s time to give him a sweet jujube.

Saros: “…”

He seems to have been infected by Ansel’s habit of using metaphors.

Suddenly, a scroll appeared in his hand, and he suspended it in front of Westam, the leader of the Secret Council.

“Since it is similar to caring for the newborns…”

The demon lowered his eyes slightly.

“There is a forbidden spell sealed in this scroll.”

When Westam retreated out of the room, he was still in a daze. The scroll was hidden close to his body, and the cold touch still made Westam’s heart feel hot.

He won’t tell anyone about the existence of this scroll!

Westam raised his head and saw Fran walking slowly from the other end of the corridor. After a brief nod, Fran brushed past him and headed towards the room where the demon was located. Westam could somewhat understand the other party’s thoughts. This young alchemist is already fascinated by the demon’s power.

He didn’t believe that Fran could get the demon’s favour.

But if Fran gets it, Westam wouldn’t mind giving him a high look.

As a human alchemist, Fran was responsible for part of the tests on monsters, and he came here this time to submit the report. As he tentatively raised his head, he was surprised to see that the elusive demon, whose mood was always difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, actually had a very rough little braid on one side of his black hair.

“Your Excellency, in your hair…” he stammered, “That…”

Saros was reading the report and didn’t even lift his eyelids when he heard the words. However, he soon heard the human kneeling below say it again.

“Do you want to undo it?”

Undo it?

The demon finally lifted his eyes, but instead of finally noticing him as Fran expected, the other party looked unabashedly displeased.

“Get out.”

What to undo!

He is even going to sleep like this!

***

After the convenience store was repaired, Ansel officially started his daily routine of working three jobs.

His daily schedule is very full. Early in the morning and before going to bed, he will review official documents from the demon world. Then he will go to work, and after work, he will go to the Demon Hunter Club for a while, focusing on observing the power levels of other humans and striving to synchronize his own power level with it.

Magic in the human world may have developed in multiple directions due to insufficient power levels. Many of them are strange and interesting, and Ansel likes it very much.

Ansel’s way of expressing his liking is to learn, learn everything, and try to put it into practice.

For example, the little magic of “fairy wand making” had the magical effect of making a fairy wand. Ansel made hundreds of them, packed them in boxes and sold them in convenience stores with a box of five sticks for 20 yuan, making a fortune. He also secretly modified this magic to make “giant fairy wands” and “long-lasting fairy wands”. These finished products could not be sold, so he gave them all to Saros.

This directly led to a considerable period of time when the members of the Secret Council often found a row or a huge row of fairy wands quietly blooming in the demon’s room.

Although Ansel has paid great attention and tried hard to hide his learning progress, magic is already something that he knows everything about. As he has already mastered the high-level magic, he can easily master the low-level ones.  Gradually, rumors spread in the club that the newcomer is a genius.

However, despite having a rare head of white hair, and his usually expressionless face that makes him appear more arrogant, Ansel’s popularity in the club wasn’t affected at all. 

After getting in touch with Ansel, the demon hunters often found that this newcomer has a good temper and is quite versatile. He has a wide range of knowledge and can make jokes. He is also good-looking, and even though he has multiple jobs, he still keeps up with people in the club, even learning to play the harmonica from the old demon hunters in the club.

“Woo-“

Ansel worked hard on the harmonica. He can now play simple tunes, but it still takes a certain amount of time to learn the instrument. The silver harmonica was faintly visible between his fingers, reflecting a bright light.

“You have only been studying for a few days, and you are already very good at it. You must have practiced secretly after going back, right?” A demon hunter sat down at the round table where Ansel was. There were many such small round tables on the first floor of the tavern, where demon hunters exchange information, check mission details, or simply relax and have a drink.

The demon hunter greeted Ansel with a drink glass, which he had invited Ansel to drink.

“I have practiced a bit.”

As Ansel put down the harmonica, a cold snort came from beside him.

“He wants to play “Swan Lake”…really, he can’t run yet, but he still wants to fly first.”

The weapon master was sitting next to him, slowly dismantling a gun and reassembling it again. Although his words were unforgiving, his hand movements were very gentle, because Ansel’s music score was placed casually on the table, and the air flow might cause the music score to be moved.

The weapon used by Ansel to hunt down the high-level demon was too special to compare with, so the weapon master could only grumble like this.

The demon hunter who brought the drink laughed when he heard this.

“We have to practice anyway. Next month, maybe we will be able to hear it in the club.” He raised his hand again and said goodbye, “Then I’ll leave first, I still have a mission tonight. Ansel, if you’re assigned a mission, you can call me.”

Ansel waved his hand holding the harmonica as a farewell.

He has fully integrated into these demon hunters.

Perhaps because the atmosphere of the tavern made Ansel feel very comfortable, or maybe because he had experienced the process of integrating into the demon world before, but Ansel was more relaxed this time. He couldn’t help but smile when he recalled the small yet bustling tavern that accepted him when he first arrived in Suberbian City.

Maybe he integrated quickly because he already has a sense of belonging in his heart.

Joey was eating cheese macaroni next to him. They had just finished their shift today and came to the club to report, supposedly to arrange tasks. Before the mission, Joey pessimistically planned to eat enough, as the profession of demon hunter is quite high-risk.

He can actually, as before, choose not to participate in any missions or do any dangerous things. The club will not force registered demon hunters to hunt demons, and forced missions will only significantly increase the sacrifice rate. The club hopes to encourage demon hunters to actively hunt and contribute to the defense of mankind through generous remuneration and benefits.

But now, Joey is sitting here.

He lowered his blue eyes.

The cheese macaroni is delicious, the upcoming mission is dangerous, and the demons are very powerful and terrifying… But he doesn’t want to be like that night, where the rolling shutter separates the two worlds. He still remembers how Ansel protected him and took his place as a sixth-class star to face the danger.

That night, if there was a slight deviation in the sight of the goddess of Luck, he might never see Ansel again.

After that experience, Joey suddenly realized one thing, even if he was cowardly and huddled in place, the demons would still come over.

Perhaps he will never become a great demon hunter, but he can at least be like Ansel and muster up a little courage to…protect himself and his friends.

He has a special constitution and should play a special role.

Let’s just start by trying to keep up with Ansel’s footsteps.

On the second floor of the tavern, Sylvia looked at the particularly lively table with a smile. She felt that the newcomer Ansel had a very special magic power, attracting people to gather around him. When around him, the attracted people would gradually realize some things that they had forgotten for a long time, such as dignity, honor, and virtue.

“…Like a brave warrior, isn’t he?” Sylvia said suddenly, and then seriously repeated it to the old man next to her, “Grandpa Gevin, don’t you think he really looks like a brave warrior?”

“The previous generation of brave warriors have left the Holy Court for a long time.”

This is an ancient tradition in the human world. The Holy Court follows the guidance of angels and cultivates brave warriors and sages. Originally, the Holy Court also held both the Holy Sword and the Demonic Sword. The Demonic Sword has been sealed for a long time, while the Holy Sword is held by the brave warrior to eliminate disasters in the world. When there is no invasion, the brave warriors will fight against the Secret Council that believes in evil demons, and when there is an invasion, they will attack the intruders.

Sylvia also grew up listening to the stories of the brave warriors and the holy sword.

Gevin immediately denied it.

“There is no news about the death of the previous generation of brave warriors, so that’s probably not the case.” His tone was determined, and Sylvia nodded in acknowledgement. Apart from her father, she has great respect for this old man who is the strongest magician in the Demon Hunter Club.

“Speaking of which, Hill, your sweetheart will soon be freed from that troublesome demon-hunting mission, right?” Gevin changed the subject, and suddenly a blush appeared on the girl’s face. She was very shy but felt that she should face her feelings openly, so she took a few deep breaths and responded softly.

“…Yes, I have received the message.”

But she was still very shy, and fearing that she would be teased again, she simply ran down the stairs and came to the lobby on the first floor.

Gevin heard a commotion. It seemed that Sylvia had decided to treat the guests, paying for all their food and drinks.

There were loud cheers downstairs, but Gevin’s old face was hidden in the shadow of the stairs, looking extremely gloomy.  From this angle, he could see the white-haired newcomer. Every strand of his hair seemed to be shining in a holy light, and his golden-red pupils were like the divine fire that purified everything. The crowd surrounded him, talking to him, smiling at him, as if the stars were cheering for the moon.

Sylvia is right.

Gevin thought with a gloomy expression.

A brave warrior…

“… Your expression looks so dark as if your luck is turning bad.”

The sudden voice made Gevin almost lose control of his expression. He instantly changed back to the demeanor of a gentle old man, looking up at the young man wearing the second-class star badge slowly descending the stairs. He stepped aside and asked with a smile.

“Huh, do I look bad? Maybe it’s because I’ve been too tired recently.”

Yun Jian looked at him carefully for a while before slowly retracting his gaze.

He didn’t think it was his illusion. When he walked down the stairs just now, he did see Gevin staring in the direction of Ansel with an abnormal expression. The Demon Hunter Club is an organization with relatively few internal conflicts, but it also has certain factions. As the strongest fighting force, Gevin has been in the club for several generations and has made good friends with various investors, which is completely different from a lone wolf like Yun Juan.

Are you worried that Ansel’s rise will threaten your own power?

It seems that he needed to pay more attention to Ansel.

Without thinking about anything else, Yun Jian had already arrived in front of Ansel. Joey finished his cheese macaroni and showed a solemn expression as if he was about to go to war. Ansel looked very calm. Looking at the thin task list in Yun Jian’s hand, he already knew Yun Jian’s purpose.

“I’m assigning you your first mission, and by the way, I have some good news for you.”

Yun Jiang couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Ansel’s eyes which seemed to have realized something and started to sparkle with the light of money.

“The club offered to pay a high price for the corpse of the high-level demon.”

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Ansel: Alright! Dead mice sold!

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