No! How Could the Empire's Great Demon King Be a Love-Struck Fool?

The Empire's First Fleet is defeated, and the calm, beautiful, undefeated First Commander Shen Que is severely injured, becoming a frail invalid.

Even more shocking news arrives:

Th...

Chapter 22 Secret Mission

At the same time, on the other side, Pei Ji slipped Luo Yuan out of the grove.

"Alright! I didn't settle the score with you for getting you drunk yesterday, and you still dare to hang around in front of me?"

Luo Yuan, who was a head shorter than Pei Ji, kicked and struggled.

"Admiral! Don't pinch your ears while you're in uniform. There are interstellar paparazzi lurking all along the way. Ahhhh, it hurts!"

"Interstellar paparazzi?" Pei Ji was stunned. "Isn't this Dad's private party? Why are there these things?"

Luo Yuan: "Didn't you read the invitation? This banquet is semi-public, and interstellar journalists are allowed to attend. Many paparazzi also sneaked in."

"The Lord will publicly announce this portion of the property given to you. Everyone in the entire Star Network is waiting to hear how you will become rich today!"

Pei Ji frowned. "So ostentatious? Forget about Dad, but why did Mom agree to this?"

Luo Yuan: "Maybe he feels relieved that his son has grown up."

Relieved?

Pei Ji had an expression that was hard to describe.

Are you still relieved? It was already very kind of you not to throw him half-raised into the desert to feed the foxes and wolves.

Back then, Ai Fan was fully satisfied with training him to be an outstanding lord who could be both in the banquet hall and in the slums.

She started prenatal education when she was still in the womb, hired a teacher when she was two years old, and took the little Pei Ji, who was still a dumpling, to important occasions when she was three years old.

Instruct in person and teach by example.

Finally, when he was seven years old, he was abandoned as a piece of rotten wood and thrown into the military academy to grow freely.

"It's impossible to feel relieved." Pei Ji, who was very self-aware, muttered.

In view of the presence of interstellar paparazzi, he had to give face to the second-level general of the Fourth Fleet. He let go of Luo Yuan's ears and grabbed him by the back of the collar instead.

"In that case, I'll give you a task."

Luo Yuan put his index and middle fingers together and tapped his forehead deftly: "General, please speak!"

Pei Ji whispered a few words in his ear, and Luo Yuan nodded repeatedly with a serious expression.