◎Innocent Tono◎

Warren walked out of the potato field briskly, still in a good mood despite not getting a positive response from Tok.

He understood the anger in Tok's heart, but he was also aware of Tok's struggle and pain, so he gave Tok a choice, whether to let go of hatred and rescue Tono, or to refuse to associate with any lich, he would support Tok's decision.

He stopped in front of the Demon King's Palace which was under construction.

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The working goblin Siri and the winged demon York saw the Demon King from afar and quickly put down the stones in their hands. York grabbed the strap of Siri's overalls, flapped his wings, flew in front of the king, landed on the ground, and saluted respectfully.

They were both introverted. They could chat non-stop with each other in private, but they were too shy to speak to the devil. Xili scratched his head, organized his words, and tried to ask, "My lord, do you want to go in and take a look? The framework is almost ready."

"No, I have something else to do." Seeing that Xili's face had turned red, Warren smiled helplessly and praised casually, "Your construction level is really good. The new Demon King's Palace looks beautiful. I can't wait to move in."

The demons from the construction team who had hurried over stood beside Xili and York, looked at each other, and were all so happy that their tails curled up in praise: "We will be finished soon, in at most thirty days!"

Warren nodded and waved his hand to tell everyone to ignore him and just get on with their work.

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Watching the members of the construction team go back to work, he stood there, looking up at the new Demon King's Palace that had already taken shape, with no intention of leaving.

The sun in the sky slowly moved to a new position.

The sound of footsteps in the distance gradually became clearer.

A hand gently grabbed Warren's clothes, and the little lich's choked voice was heard.

“Your Majesty…”

A hint of smile suddenly flashed across Warren's eyes.

He turned his head, wiped the tears from Tok's eyes, and looked at him gently.

Tok sniffed, his gray eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He looked extremely aggrieved, totally unlike the expressionless cub before, crying silently with his mouth pursed.

"My lord, I want to save him..."

Warren asked, "Who do you want to save?"

"I," Toke struggled for a moment, then suddenly threw himself into the Demon King's arms, crying bitterly, "I want to save my brother... I want to save my brother!"

Warren stroked his head.

"Okay," his voice was gentle but firm, "leave it to me."

Tok sniffed.

He was a little embarrassed, wiped his tears, raised his face shyly, tried to cover the tips of his red ears, and said in a muffled and nasal voice: "My king, I want to go by myself."

Warren was slightly stunned.

This was something he didn't expect.

He hesitated, frowning in disapproval.

No matter how high Tok's magical talent is, and whether he is only one step away from adulthood, he is still a cub after all. It is too dangerous to let him break into the Lich Clan alone to rescue Tono.

Besides, Tok was not very familiar with the Lich Clan's territory - he had been locked in the clan leader's cave and had hardly come out.

More importantly, Warren was not sure that Tok could remain calm and come back as soon as he could find Tono after arriving at the tribe. He hated Feko too much, and the lich leader Feko, who was cunning and ruthless and suspected of killing the previous leader, was not someone Tok could deal with now.

"I am stronger than those liches," Tok took a step back and touched his chest with his fingers. Thick gray fog appeared and gradually gathered into a thick book. "I have been able to communicate with the cursed magic book since I was born."

This was another reason why Feko used all means to deal with little Tok. When the cursed magic book suddenly awakened and formed a magical connection with the weak cub that had just broken out of its shell, it was not a trick that Feko had secretly used as Warren had guessed. This frightened Feko, who had already been in an illegitimate position, and he then intensified his efforts to torment Tok.

Warren looked at the cursed magic book curiously and found that there were no words on it.

"I didn't have the courage to resist Fico before, nor the confidence to defeat Fico," Tok looked at his king with burning eyes, "but now I have it."

With the Demon King's careful feeding, his physical condition quickly recovered, his magic power level also increased steadily, and more importantly, he finally found the meaning of survival in the world.

Of course, Tok was not so arrogant as to think that he could defeat Feko and regain the position of the Lich Chieftain, but it should not be a problem for him to break into the Lich Tribe's territory to rescue his brother, and by the way, bring back a group of liches to help work for the Demon King's Palace.

"It's impossible for other liches in the Demon King's Palace to do this," Tok saw clearly, "the old stubborn people in the tribe won't believe it. They will only think that these liches were instigated by the Demon King's Palace and came to rob the lich cubs."

Warren hesitated, but shook his head: "This is too dangerous."

He couldn't let a young cub do such a thing - it would be fine if a few more demons could be saved, but there was only one pair of teleportation gloves, which could be used by two demons at most, not to mention Tono - this war to save Tono could only be fought alone.

"I can do it," Tok said anxiously. He grabbed Warren's arm with both hands and shook it gently. "Trust me, I will definitely come back safely!"

His gray eyes were wide open, reflecting the scorching sun high in the sky, like a faint light shrouded in fog.

The light passed through the gray fog, gradually increasing in speed, breaking through the screen like an arrow. Suddenly, the clouds and fog dissipated, illuminating the mottled scratches on the dark brown rocks.

A little lich stood barefoot on the rock, trying hard to reach out and grab the branches high above.

If Warren could see this little lich, he would be surprised to find that he looked very similar to Tok, except that his eyes were rounder, his mouth was more curved, and his face had rosy baby fat. The whole demon looked innocent and ignorant of the world.

He held a dagger inlaid with gems, his smooth hair was braided into beautiful pigtails with intricate patterns, and he wore a magical animal skin coat. Every detail of the clothes was meticulous and delicate, and it was obvious that the liches had sewn them with great care.

Now that Toko has been missing for more than half a year, Tono, who is also the chief cub of the Pikachu tribe, is forced to bear all the expectations of the tribe members.

He could no longer play around carefree like before, but had to meet with one lich elder after another and listen to them chattering about the use of magic and management techniques of the tribe.

Logically speaking, such heavy pressure suddenly fell on an underage cub, which was so different from the life he was used to. Even if he didn't resist directly, he would at least complain a few words, or be dazzled by the honor of becoming the clan leader.

But Tono remained consistent, seemingly without any emotional fluctuations. He followed the liches' instructions to learn whatever they asked him to learn, but he could not learn it no matter how hard he tried. When urged by the anxious liches, he opened his beautiful round eyes and asked heartlessly: "Why do you have to make me the chief? Isn't Chief Feko doing a good job?"

The liches were speechless.

At the end of the struggle, they were exhausted and discussed with each other: Is being the patriarch the best choice for Tono? If Tono likes a carefree and happy life, why force him? If the patriarch knew that they were educating Tono in this way and making him unhappy, he would not agree!

The Lich Chieftain Feko became more friendly towards Tono.

After confirming that Toko had gone to the Demon King's Palace and was definitely dead, Feko really wanted to kill Tono for a while. After all, as the last cub of the Pikachu clan leader, Tono was also highly regarded by the liches, and was even more loved by the liches than Toko. He might threaten his position as the clan leader.

But Tono is different from Tok after all. He grew up under the care of liches. No matter where he goes, there are many liches following him. Even because of the magic confusing his past memories, he rarely goes close to the patriarch's cave. Feco can't find the opportunity to attack him at all.

He could only wait patiently. After a few days of waiting, he found that Tono was a useless person. He was so excited that he shouted "The Devil Blesses Me" many times in the cave.

Oh, what would be the reaction of Pikachu, who is only a skeleton left, if he knew that his cub was spoiled by his tribe members and turned into a waste?

Since Tono is so useless, keeping him can make his position as the clan leader more legitimate, and he can also control those liches who care about Tono to fight for the clan. It is a good deal with huge profits.

From then on, Feko no longer paid attention to Tono. When he was patrolling the tribe's territory with his hands behind his back, he saw Tono standing on a rock playing with leaves. He nodded to him kindly and said, "Be careful, don't fall down."

Tono smiled brightly and waved the leaves in his hand: "Don't worry, Chief, I'm fine!"

There was no trace of gloom on his face, and he looked at Fiko with clear trust, as if he really felt that Fiko was a good patriarch who loved him.

Feko walked away with his hands behind his back in satisfaction, unaware that behind him, the spoiled, harmless little lich who couldn't even use magic had a murderous gleam in his eyes.

With a snap, the branch rebounded, and a few red and black leaves were pulled down by the force, floating down to the ground.

The two liches that always followed behind Tono looked around cautiously. When they saw no other liches coming, they whispered, "This tree should be almost completely rotten. In ten days at most, it will produce death veins."

Tono's lips curled slightly.

"Soon," he murmured. The leaf in his palm quickly dried up and shrank, and finally turned into dust, which was scattered in the breeze. "Brother, I will be able to kill him soon."

If other liches saw the falling leaves, they would probably scream in surprise: When did Tono, who couldn't even learn simple magic, become able to use a life curse that even many members of the hunting team hadn't learned?

The author has something to say:

Fico: Hi!

Tono (smiles): Hi~

Inner thoughts: I will kill you with a knife soon!