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Because there were many people watching them in this area, it was not suitable to take action right now, so both of them suppressed their impulse to kidnap each other. Therefore, when Simon proposed to have dinner together and revealed his intention to hand over some information to Ansel, the two of them simply hit it off!

Simon’s hand reached into his pockets, which contained a bottle of medicinal powder that he bought at a high price from a witch. It is said that this kind of medicinal powder is colorless and odorless, and just a little bit can easily knock down an elephant, which is perfect for catching sacrifices!

Polite Elephant: No thanks.

Ansel discovered that Simon had thoughtfully prepared a small private room, and except for the waiter who came to serve the food, no one else entered. He suddenly felt very moved. These days, there are really not many people with such consciousness!

“This is a partial map of the underground facility where the demon hunters are currently trapped.”

Unexpectedly, before the meal was even served, Simon had already dropped a heavy bomb in an understated way, which made Ansel, who wanted to kidnap the person before dinner, suddenly raise his head. His sunset-colored pupils were fixed on Simon’s expression. 

Simon knew he had doubts, so he smiled.

“After all, I have been in this town for so long, focusing my research on demonology. So naturally, I have my own methods.”

Ansel didn’t like his pretentiousness.

“Why didn’t you take it out from the beginning?” He said coldly, “Before the team went underground.”

Simon had already thought that he would ask this question, and his expression suddenly became a little obscure.

“Actually, I only got the map this morning and paid the price for it.” He casually patted his leg with his hand, and the black swan hidden in Ansel’s shadow suddenly widened his eyes.

Liar! Taking advantage of it!

Simon was satisfied to see that Ansel’s expression had indeed softened slightly, and the other person even asked.

“Who did you get the map from?”

“You should know about it.” Simon said slowly, “It’s the organization you have been tracking.”

He showed a bitter smile to Ansel, like a hero who harbors deep hatred.

“It doesn’t matter to me, but I wonder if there is such a map, the Holy Court will not advocate levelling the town, but instead…rescue people.”

His voice was very low and people could hear the sincerity in it.

“My college friend, Edward, is trapped underground, and I don’t know who to believe right now. Do you also have someone you want to rescue? That demon hunter with Eastern ancestry?”

It’s so true, Ansel was amazed. He was very happy to watch such a wonderful one-sided play before the meal. Of course, it would be better if he could watch it while eating.

However, as a kidnapper, Ansel was still ruthless.

Where is the food?

Hurry up and finish eating so I can kidnap you.

Simon finished his performance and estimated that Ansel believed at least seventy or eighty percent of his story. At his signal, the dishes were presented one by one. He flicked his hand lightly without leaving any trace, and the subtle dust that was almost invisible to the naked eye was poured into one of the fish soups. The technique was exquisite.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the Demon King, this action of snapping the fingers was so slow that it seemed to play frame-by-frame.

…It’s not even as fast as the goose next to him.

Ansel resisted the urge to laugh and only looked at it from the corner of his eyes. 

Just when Simon was concentrating on using his finger snapping ability, a goose head slowly popped out from under the table, squinting its eyes and looking very unhappy. The goose also held a small paper bag in its mouth, tilted its head, and poured the powder into Simon’s soup.

Let’s each work in harmony.

Dare to harm Ansel?

The Demon King in the black swan’s body thought angrily.

He is going to kill this human right now!

Ansel almost died from laughter just by looking at the protective and the petty goose.

Before Simon could notice, the goose’s head slowly retracted, still holding the empty paper bag in its mouth. Simon didn’t realize anything wrong. He didn’t especially ask Ansel to drink the soup, but he was sure that Ansel would drink it. This fish soup is a specialty of the town. He had previously seen Ansel drink it and seemed to like it very much, so this time he specially added medicine to this soup.

Then, Simon watched with joy as Ansel served himself a bowl of soup, one sip, two sips…

It’s done! That’s the medicine that can even knock down the elephants!

Ansel couldn’t not taste the poison. It seemed that the poison was colorless and odorless. He was a little picky about grading this poison, feeling that on a 100-point scale, it could only score a maximum of five points, far inferior to those fancy poison snacks in the Dim Sum Research Association in the demon world.

That’s right! Ansel is an honorary member of the Poisonous Dim Sum Research Association!

Everything in the demon world is very strange, and the vast majority of animals and plants are poisonous. Demons are naturally highly resistant to poison and are not afraid of it, but Ansel… is an angel.

Therefore, the days when he first descended into the demon world was simply the darkest time in the life of His Majesty the Demon King. In order to make himself more like a demon and to overcome his reaction to poison, Ansel resolutely joined the Demon World’s Poisonous Dim Sum Research Association. After continuous training, he successfully made himself resistant to poison.

It’s all said and done! He is now completely in the form of a demon!

The fish soup was still very delicious, and Ansel drank two bowls in a row and also ate other dishes, which were very delicious.  

Sitting opposite him, Simon was full of confidence at the beginning, but then became restless. In the end, he almost stared at Ansel incomprehensibly.

Why? !

That’s the medicine that can even knock down a polite elephant!

Ansel scooped up the last spoonful of soup and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly, his movements paused.

Simon was overjoyed and stood up excitedly but… unable to stand up. He is still in a wheelchair.

It finally worked! He’s about to fall down, fall down… poof!

—— It was the sound of Simon’s face being buried in his rice bowl.

Ansel acted quickly and decisively, knocking Simon unconscious with a spell. He had already finished eating and the kidnapping was officially carried out!

Wait a minute…

Looking at Simon’s face buried in the rice bowl, Ansel thought of the poison just now, and then thought of Simon’s words, and a vague idea floated in his mind.

Isn’t Simon trying to…kidnap him?

Ansel: “…”

Why didn’t I think of it earlier!

Him kidnapping Simon and Simon kidnapping him are completely different things. The former requires him to extract a confession, prepare the materials for the summoning ceremony himself, and be wary of any tricks Simon may play to prevent him from summoning the demon properly; In the latter case, Simon will prepare the materials for the ceremony himself, never play any tricks, and work hard to summon the demon!

Damn it, couldn’t Simon discuss this with him in advance?

Looking again at Simon’s face buried in the rice bowl, Ansel had a headache. Fortunately, things haven’t reached an irreversible point yet. 

He slightly modified Simon’s memory, and after waking up, Simon will only remember that he just fell asleep for a while.

After modifying Simon’s memory, Ansel was about to lie down when he suddenly saw the goose lying on the ground, constantly shaking its head as a signal. He saw the whole goose flatten itself along with its back, lying on the ground like a hammer. 

Seeing Ansel stunned, the black Swan lifted its head again and swung it towards its back as a gesture, then flattened it out again.

Black Swan: Use me as a pillow!

The swan’s feathers were stained with the scent of ice and snow, faintly reminding Ansel of the ice abyss controlled by the Asmodeus family. In the impression of the outside world, the ice abyss is cold and lifeless, and the demon kings in the Asmodeus family throughout history have always been cold and aloof.

However, Ansel felt that Saros was not what the outside world thought.

From agreeing to establish the alliance of the three demon kings, to coming to the human world together, to being willing to lend the black swan to him, even if the purpose is very absurd… Saros actually subverted many of Ansel’s perceptions and stepped down from that cold and arrogant altar.

Saros also keeps a bunch of interesting goose brothers with him.

Ansel closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Although Saros’ previous indifferent response of being busy made him a little unhappy, he could understand it. He could just make a special appointment next time.

Let’s finish this mission first.

He rubbed the big goose pillow under his head, and now he really lay down to sleep, pretending to be unconscious.

Good night.

Saros’ goose.

 ***

In the large room, the demon hunters and the people from the Holy Court met again to discuss. Their last discussion ended up acrimoniously. The demon hunters were unwilling to give up on their companions, and the people of the Holy Court were unwilling to spend a lot of time to rescue the team underground. However, they had to come up with a unified opinion.

The weapon master was in a bad mood. He had already asked Joey to call Ansel, and he was having a hard time dealing with these guys from the Holy Court.

Although he scolded the Holy Court in his heart, his gaze always drifted to the side uncontrollably, where sat a person wrapped in a pure white robe. The exposed hand holding the wooden stick belongs to a teenager, and judging from the figure, this person must be a young man. With such a young appearance, the weapon master couldn’t even feel any contempt towards him, because this young man was a——

Sage.

Faced with the quarrel between the two sides, the sage Antony remained silent. There was movement under his hat, and a palm-sized curly-tailed chameleon emerged. Its bulging eyes looked at the two sides quarrelling with each other, and then it pressed against its master’s face.

It remembers that the master is afraid of quarrels.

The young-looking sage sighed deeply. He was personally inclined to save people, and if the quarrel cannot reach a conclusion, he will just have to do it himself…

All of a sudden, the door was pushed open with force, and the person who interrupted the meeting was a young sixth-level star. His blue eyes were full of panic, and he rushed straight towards the weapon master.

“Ansel… Ansel, he…”

“He’s gone!”

The weapon master frowned upon hearing this.

“What?”

His first reaction was that Ansel directly went underground to save people. Joey saw what he was thinking and shook his head vigorously. Saving people was indeed something Ansel could do, but this time more than one person was missing.

“Mr. Simon…is missing too!”

***

Ansel woke up from his sleep.

Surrounded by a gloomy silence, there was the sound of burning candle wicks mingled with the murmuring of human spells, and he was in an empty underground hall.

Ansel sat up and found that his hands and feet were bound, and a prop that could temporarily seal magic power was worn on his head, like a string of fine beads, echoing the dazzling white hair. He lowered his head, and underneath him was a huge summoning array drawn with the blood of an unknown animal, exuding a strong magical aura.

After carefully looking at everything, he slowly turned his head and stared calmly at Simon standing outside the summoning array.

“Demon summoning?”

“That’s right.”

Simon was amazed by his sharpness. Over time, Ansel would definitely have become a powerful demon hunter, but unfortunately, it will stop here.

“You are a sacrifice.” Simon smiled confidently, “Demons love the sacrifices with white hair.”

Ansel: “…”

Good guy! Who started this rumor? Even better than the people in “Eastern Region Entertainment News” who are best at confusing black and white!

This summoning array indeed seemed to be effective. Ansel felt a trace of fluctuating spatial power, which should be connecting with the torn cracks. He believes that his subordinates in the demon world must also feel that this is a good opportunity, but he didn’t know who would be sent in the end.

“Is everything ready?” He confirmed with Simon.

Simon: “……”

Why does he feel… something is wrong? It seems as if he is doing things according to Ansel’s instructions.

Simon didn’t know that there was an old idiom in China, and his situation right now is the best example of it.

——Holding the emperor hostage to order the princes.

——Influence the emperor to summon the princes.

In the distant Suberbian City of the Demon realm, the “princes” who were about to be summoned were already fighting. Andre kicked Bululu with one leg and pushed the head maid Fuya with his elbow. In front of him was the gradually expanding summoning array— the only hope to see His Majesty!

Andre felt very lucky that Phoenix Finny didn’t know the news yet and was still playing elsewhere. Otherwise, if that bird lit a fire, he wouldn’t be able to stop these three demons alone.

“Listen to me…listen to me!” Andre tried to control the situation and wanted to convince people with his reasoning. “We all know that this is a precious opportunity. But only one person can be sent to the human world ….ah…ah…”

He took a few breaths and continued.

“So, we must send out the most exemplary demon, who must have the most demonic characteristics and preferably look like a demon at first glance!”

“For example…”

Andre struggled to resist a push from Bululu, racking his brains to think of something, and finally his eyes lit up.

“For example, horns! The one who goes must have horns!”

Horns are the most typical characteristic of demons, and the most wonderful thing is that in the entire cabinet of Suberbian City, because there are many different races mixed in, the number of demons with horns is actually very small!

He! Andre! He’s a demon with horns!

“You fart!” Bululu cursed loudly, “You just want to go by yourself! You want to exclude others! Bululu won’t be fooled by you, the prime minister should stay in the city to guard the house for His Majesty!”

“I…” Andre choked for a moment, then gritted his teeth, “I’m just going for a while and I’ll be back soon!”

“Then go to hell! Give the opportunity to Bululu!”

The pink slime cursed and his body suddenly deformed, with two pointed and curved horns protruding from his translucent head.

“Bululu can also have horns!”

Fuya, the head maid, was also pushing forward, barely restraining herself from pulling out the assassination dagger. She clenched her teeth with force but still had a smile on her face.

“Speaking of horns, succubus also has horns. I have horns and can assassinate, so I can definitely help His Majesty!”

“Then… then Bululu can also help His Majesty to make a fortune! And he can also help His Majesty eat bad guys!”

Every demon has their own reasons and stance, and each has their own competitive advantages. The simple and honest bear-headed man Guxin stood against the wall, with his cute and teddy bear-like face, his eyebrows furrowed sadly. He understood that his colleagues were talking about “horns”.

He then lifted his furry bear paw and touched the top of his head.

Guxin: QVQ

Bears have no horns.

Bears only have small ears!

But……

Guxin did not feel sad for too long. He suddenly thought of Supervisor Vassago. As a demon with an appearance of a salted fish, Vassago has a pointed head and is bald. Guxin suddenly felt comforted.

Some demons don’t even have little ears, right? Vassago…

Um?

Wait…

Where is Vassago? !

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