Chapter 519 The War in the Backyard Isn't Just Burning in the Backyard

Campbell Castle, the Grand Duke's study.

Although the afternoon sun was bright, it still couldn't penetrate the somber atmosphere that filled the study.

On the wall hung a brand-new map of the principality, with the railway network under construction marked in striking red lines.

Each bright red line, like newly grown blood vessels, connects to the heart of the duchy, and also to Grand Duke Edward, who sits behind the walnut wood table.

Edward rubbed his slightly swollen temples and put down the quill pen.

Ever since that steel behemoth roared for the first time on the plains, he seemed to be bound to its rapidly spinning wheels, unable to stop for a moment.

"Hidini, if it's about the troop movements of the Kingdom of Ryan, just get to the point."

As he spoke, Edward cast his slightly weary gaze toward the middle-aged man standing upright in front of the desk.

This man was once a scout for the Knights of the Trident. After retiring, he was rehired by Edward and became the intelligence officer of the newly established "Royal Intelligence Service".

Ever since Gerald's attack, Edward has been thinking about establishing an intelligence unit to integrate the clerks who do his dirty work into an army and put them under formal management.

Although he already had an intelligence unit called the "Witchers," led by Knight Commander Charles, that unit, established to combat the corruption of chaos, was still struggling to cope with threats from within the human world.

He needed a force capable of confronting the “Gravekeepers” organization of the Kingdom of Ryan, and thus the “Campbell Royal Intelligence Bureau” was born.

This department brings together talents from all walks of life, including knights who once served the nobility and former adventurers who have retired from the Adventurers' Guild.

Although their superhuman strength is not outstanding, they have the confidence to maximize the power of ordinary people and the determination to be absolutely loyal to the Campbell family.

For example, Mr. Hidini is such a talent.

However, at this moment, facing the Duke's questioning gaze, this scout, who was known for his strictness and coldness, showed a hint of difficulty on his face.

"...Your Highness, things have been quiet in the Kingdom of Ryan lately. Theodore is busy preparing for the 'Third Level Conference' and doesn't have time to deal with us for the time being. The only information we have is that their finances seem to be a bit tight, and a merchant from Campbell seems to have been invited to attend as a Third Level Councilor."

"Oh?" Edward's face lit up with interest. "Can you get in touch with this capable Campbell?"

“We’ve got our eyes on him and can contact him at any time. But the meeting hasn’t even started yet, and he doesn’t have any immediate motivation to rely on us. I don’t think now is the time to alert him. We can wait and see how things develop. Anyway, it’s only a matter of time before his business model collapses…”

At this point, Hidini paused, hesitated for a moment, and then somewhat awkwardly took out a report from his pocket.

"This urgent intelligence... is about Thunder City."

"Thunder City?"

Edward's nerves tensed up instantly.

That place is now the heart of the principality, its treasury, and its arsenal; any slight disturbance there could trigger a chain reaction.

"What happened there?!"

"No, it's not that something happened in Thunder City, it's about His Highness Colin's personal matters..."

Seeing His Majesty Edward sit up in surprise, Hidini hurriedly presented the report in his hand and tried to restate it in an objective tone.

“A few days ago, a passenger ship from Mist Harbor arrived at Thunder City Port. An unidentified woman disembarked, with rare long pink hair and a face that, according to witnesses, could only be described as breathtakingly beautiful.”

"This lady caused quite a stir on the passenger ship. According to rumors from the port area, when faced with a suitor, she openly declared that she had come here to find her sweetheart... and the sweetheart she spoke of was none other than His Highness Colin."

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Edward stared in disbelief at the embarrassed Hidini, his hands unconsciously reaching back to grip the armrests of the chair.

"Could it be... just a rumor?"

He swallowed hard and tried to find a reasonable excuse for Mr. Colin: “I have seen many respectable ladies use a gentleman of high status as a shield to reject a difficult suitor.”

"Your Majesty, this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Hidini gave a bitter laugh, but continued pessimistically, "However, according to our investigation, the lady quickly boarded a carriage after disembarking and headed straight for Colin Manor on the outskirts of Thunder City."

He paused here, then added a sentence to make it more convincing.

“We found the coachman… to be precise, we didn’t even look for him, he just showed up on his own. He hasn’t been working these past few days, he’s been spending all his time in the taverns in the new industrial area bragging and exaggerating the story to everyone who talks to him.”

Where are the others?

Hidini paused for a moment before speaking.

"The carriages are still in operation... He bought them. Of course, my men warned him, and he should behave himself now."

A deathly silence fell over the study.

Edward leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his once relaxed brows now furrowed tightly.

This might sound like a trivial piece of gossip, but since it happened to Colin, it's hard for Edward not to overthink it.

After all, the name Roxie Collin might be insignificant to a stable boy, but it was extremely important to the Duchy of Campbell.

This prince is not only the source of the Duchy of Campbell's confidence in challenging the hegemony of the Kingdom of Ryan, but has also become one of the cornerstones of the reforms that the Duchy of Campbell is currently promoting.

If such a key figure were to be poached by an outside force through marriage, it would be an absolute disaster for the Duchy of Campbell.

But beyond these cold political calculations, Edward harbors another, deeper anxiety: his sister, Eileen.

She and Mr. Colin have always had feelings for each other. How heartbroken she would be if someone else "stole" her away at this time?

Although as a politician he wouldn't let superficial romantic feelings cloud his judgment, he still hoped that Eileen could be happy.

She had already sacrificed too much of her own time for the Principality of Campbell, and he even worried that she might not be able to bear the blow of losing her beloved.

After hesitating for three long minutes, Edward braced himself on the armrests and stood up from his desk.

"Prepare the car."

Hearing that decisive voice, Hidini was taken aback.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Colin Manor".

Edward strode to the coat rack, took down his coat, and said, "Instead of letting you probe indirectly, I'd rather go and visit my old friend myself, and see who this mysterious lady really is, and if there's a way to resolve this peacefully."

If it's a misunderstanding, that would be best.

If it wasn't a misunderstanding, he needed to find a way to make the other party back down, or at least help Eileen find out some information so she could be prepared.

Not only as the master of the Duchy of Campbell, but also as an older brother, he had to do this.

Edward paused as he reached the door, seemingly feeling that this was too deliberate, and then added a sentence.

"Tell my butler to send a letter to Colin, and then summon Lino, Richard, and Alfred... and my wife. The summer hunt has started early this year in Silverpine Forest; tell them I miss their wine."

Hidini was stunned for a moment, and only came to his senses after the Grand Duke walked out the door, and nodded respectfully.

"Yes... Your Majesty."

...

An hour later, in the courtyard of Campbell Castle, little Princess Lino, dressed in an exquisite dress, jumped and skipped excitedly, tugging at her father's sleeve and swaying from side to side.

"Really? Can we go play with Brother Gutaf again?" The clear and melodious voice was like a wind chime.

She couldn't forget the little gentleman who was always bullied by her but never fought back. She had already thought of a new nickname for him and was about to give it to him.

Lost in thought, Edward forced a smile and stroked his daughter's soft hair.

“That’s right… Also, Lino, stop bullying your brother Gutaf. No one can exist alone in this world. If you want him to become an excellent knight, you should help him build confidence so that you can rely on each other.”

He hadn't originally planned to do this, especially since he'd heard Gutaf was already engaged, but for the sake of the Duchy of Campbell...

Let's prepare for both possibilities first.

Lino nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Okay! Lino understands!"

Unlike Lino, who was looking forward to their reunion, the two little boys standing behind her had a different reaction.

The eldest son, Richard, and the youngest son, Alfred, were as pale as paper, their legs trembling slightly uncontrollably.

They looked at each other and saw the despair in each other's eyes.

"Father, Father..."

Richard swallowed hard, finally managing to straighten his face and step forward, attempting a pre-execution negotiation, "Could... only Lino go? We haven't finished our homework yet..."

"Yes, yes!" Alfred nodded frantically, his little face pale. "There's something evil in that manor!"

Edward was preoccupied with how to deal with the "pink-haired lady" and didn't notice his sons' unusual behavior. He simply patted their heads gently.

"What nonsense! How could there be anything dirty in Prince Colin's manor? It's just that spring has come and a few lost butterflies have flown in."

Alfred: "But... Miss Vivian, she..."

Edward corrected his child without thinking.

"She's a sunny, cheerful, and lovely girl. You should learn from her... Besides, don't you two get along really well? Don't keep your friend waiting, get in the car."

The two little boys were struck dumb.

cute?

What's so cute about that purple-haired female demon who hangs people from chandeliers at the drop of a hat and whose smile reveals sharp teeth?!

Even the legendary Demon King is probably no more than this!

Under their father's gentle yet unquestionable smile, the two brothers, trembling like prisoners about to be sent to the execution ground, climbed onto the carriage leading to "hell."

Meanwhile, in the hellish city far below the New World, a letter from Thunder County is stirring up a storm.

Miss Padridge probably never imagined that the "punch" she casually threw during her wrestling match with Miss Colin would lead to so many unexpected complications.

...

[Abyss Times Exclusive News: Thunder County Tribute Returns, Prince Caesar Proves Peace!]

[Reporter: Aisabelle]

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The crisp sound of gold coins clinking together is truly the most beautiful melody in the world.

This is the treasury of the Demon God's Temple, where heavy wooden crates bearing the emblem of the Thunder County Labyrinth are being continuously carried by the alchemical golems into "where they belong."

The musty smell of earth and metal filled the air. It seemed we'd finally remembered who the true master was in the labyrinth of Thunder County. The supply disruption was over, and this time the shipment was even heavier than in previous years!

Tribute payments from Thunder City have been restored!!

In addition, the Director of the Demon King's Administration Department highly praised Miss Mia Padridge's work in an interview, saying that she had excellently completed the task assigned to her by the Demon God.

(Page 2 Illustration: Shanghai, Demon King Academy, Grand Auditorium)

"Don't push! Take your time!"

The roar drowned out the noise in the square.

Those young devils, fresh out of the ivory tower, clutched their still-warm graduation certificates, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the announcement behind the interviewer.

The announcement read, "Urgently seeking necromancers," "Shadow assassins preferred," and "Must be proficient in group curses," reflecting the overwhelming enthusiasm of all high-ranking demons for conquering the human world. Inspired by Councilor Luo Yan, the number of people volunteering to become Demon King this year has reached a new high!

The recruiter from Thunder County waved his hand, and the number filled in on the salary column made many mentors stop in their tracks.

In an interview, a professor named Lilith said that Representative Luo Yan was the most outstanding student she had ever taught, and that his vision, strategy and perspective were very broad.

The resumption of tribute payments from Thunder County Maze to Shanghai is part of a grand strategy between Shanghai and Thunder County Maze. Insiders revealed that this move is intended to expand employment opportunities for graduates of the Demon King Academy, increase the size of the Demon King's army, and cultivate future Demon King leaders.

The entire graduating class is surging towards the front lines, like a swarm of sharks that have smelled blood. Let's give a salute to these brave young men and women!

(Page 3, Illustration: Parliament House, Audience Room)

In an interview with reporters, Prince Caesar Collins stated seriously that there were no new military operations in Shanghai, and that rumors without his approval were nonsense.

His Highness also stated that the reporters of the Shanghai Daily should really improve their skills and manners. If the Ministry of War really intended to take action, how could they possibly let you know first?

For more detailed inside information, Ms. Aisabelle, who previously interviewed and maintained contact with Councilor Luo Yan, is here to bring you the latest news!

...

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The pubs in downtown Shanghai are noisy, like boiling water from a graveyard.

The goblins, exhausted from a long day, arrived here and drank with newspapers instead of peanuts.

"Wow! Well done!"

"Damn it, Saint Sith! Looks like our big bosses are finally about to make a big move!"

"Once the brothers storm the Holy City, I'll make a female warrior, hehehe!"

"Hopefully, humanity can hold out a little longer. Otherwise, our boss might not even get there before they're wiped out by Chaos. That would be a huge loss."

Although Prince Caesar probably didn't know who their boss was, the goblins sitting there clearly knew that he was their respected demigod vampire prince.

A straightforward goblin looked up, bewildered, at the loudly shouting companions around him.

"What do you mean?! Didn't His Highness say there was no action? What are you talking about?"

A goblin who looked like he knew a lot reached out and hooked his arm around his shoulder, grinning slyly as he spoke.

"That's where your immaturity comes in! Bro, didn't our boss say that if he really had something to do, why would he let you 'know'?"

deny!

This means something big is about to happen!

"Holy crap...that makes sense." The straightforward goblin suddenly realized.

As expected of his sworn elder brother, he could taste the saltiness of last night's dishes from the Prince's saliva with just a light lick of his little finger.

It's a pity Prince Caesar isn't here, otherwise he would have slapped these blasphemous fellows to the ground.

It's one thing for a succubus to interview him, but what are these things anyway?

The straightforward goblin excitedly joined the discussion, but a goblin next door, who was also having a good time, suddenly realized what was going on and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

"Wait a minute, something's not right?!"

If "not knowing" equals "knowing," doesn't that mean that those who "know nothing" actually "know everything"?

In other words, there was actually no major action taken on the Earth's surface...

One second he was overjoyed, the next he was utterly desperate.

Although goblins' joys and sorrows are not shared, they are balanced enough that a little noise is not enough to dampen the cheers in the tavern.

While the Abyss Times doesn't have crossword puzzles like human newspapers, it does have its own riddles for goblins to pass the time and amuse themselves.

Meanwhile, in distant Thundershire, at the estate of another Prince Colin, a fierce contest was taking place in the back garden.

Vivian leaned forward with a wicked smile, her interlaced index fingers concealing the upturned corners of her lips.

Those calves, encased in black stockings, swayed gently, their toes occasionally lifting and lowering, like two restless black cat tails.

"Kukuku! Is this all you've got, Miss Padridge? Is this all the succubus cook who calls herself an adult is capable of?"

Mia, holding the white chess piece, had cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Although she still maintained the smile of a mature older sister on her face, the tightly clenched toes in her small sandals revealed that her situation seemed less than optimistic.

The two are playing chess.

To prevent the two from tearing their home apart, Luo Yan finally came up with a solution that wasn't really a solution—to replace arguing by playing chess.

The chess of the Principality of Campbell is very similar to international chess on Earth, after all, it was brought over by Lint Isaac, just like the playing cards and the games played by nobles.

The doctrines of the Machine God are now almost extinct in the Great Lion region, but many cultural artifacts from the Isaac Dynasty have withstood the test of time and have been passed down through generations. They are not only played with by the Imperials, but also by the demons of Hell.

However, Luo Yan did not expect that his dear Mia was even more stupid than he imagined, and could not even beat Vivian.

Even without studying the strategies of both sides in depth, he could judge from the distribution of the pieces on the board that "White" should be at a disadvantage and was being thoroughly crushed by "Black".

However, Mia didn't seem to think so. Her tightly clenched toes suddenly loosened, and her heart-shaped pupils regained their triumphant light.

"Heh, heh heh... How interesting! How about trying this move? Watch my Thunder Chariot kill your horse in one blow!" With a flick of her jade finger, a fragrant breeze propelled the white chariot forward, kicking Vivian's black knight away.

Vivian remained unmoved, merely yawning lazily and dangling a black bishop's coin between her slender fingers.

"In that case, my bishop will have to trample your knight. I still have one horse left, but you don't have any left."

"Ugh—" Mia's face froze instantly. She had been so focused on moving forward that she hadn't noticed the fire in her backyard.

Enjoying the stiff expression on the face of the Padridge family's "vixen," Vivian giggled, her index finger tracing the edge of the chessboard.

"Want to take back your move?" she said seductively, leaning forward slightly, her charmingly wicked face drawing closer. "This lady can be merciful and let you have a move."

Looking into those pupils that were flashing red light, Mia swallowed hard.

"Is it...okay?"

She always felt that the little madman of the Colin family couldn't possibly be so kind, but this pawn was really important to her.

"Of course, of course! Is Vivian such a petty person? Vivian is very generous! Besides, it's no fun if the opponent loses too quickly. Kukuku... too weak, a lowly succubus."

Seeing Vivian's confident concession, Mia, who had been yielding just a second ago, suddenly straightened her slumped shoulders.

The weak and helpless expression vanished from her face, replaced by a blazing fighting spirit that rose as high as a mountain in her bright eyes.

"Heh heh heh, you'll regret this!"

Hearing the villain's laughter, Luo Yan already guessed the ending.

Actually, he had already guessed how the story would unfold from the moment Vivian let out that "chirp" laugh.

As expected.

After taking back her move, Mia sent out her White Queen, who devoured Vivian's Black Bishop, but in doing so, exposed her own king to the black chariot.

Seeing Vivian's mouth suddenly stretch to her ears, she instinctively felt a "thump" in her heart and secretly exclaimed that something bad was about to happen.

However, it was too late.

Vivian Colin, who could deliver a powerful flying kick even to a three-year-old, excitedly leaped up from her chair and landed on the velvet cushion.

"Checkmate! Checkmate!" The long-planned chess piece slapped the white king away with a "smack," but unfortunately it couldn't hit the nose of a certain vixen.

"Wait, wait a minute—" Realizing she had fallen into a trap, Mia hurriedly stood up, supporting herself on the table. The startled white rabbit leaped onto the table.

"We can't wait even a little bit! We absolutely can't wait any longer!"

Vivian's face revealed a smug, triumphant grin, her silver fangs flashing at the corners of her mouth, along with a paintbrush she'd borrowed from somewhere.

"Kukuku! You little devil from the Padridge family, the adult world is very dirty, you know. Be prepared to be punished! Heave-ho—"

This guy is also unusually narrow-minded.

Clearly, even today, the esteemed Miss Colin still harbors resentment towards Mia's comment, "You little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, two panda-like circles appeared on Mia's face.

Seemingly still not satisfied, Vivian, in the midst of her excitement, waved her little hand and added another layer of beard to the exquisite canvas.

That should be ugly enough!

Mia looked at the "referee" standing to the side with a wronged expression, her heart-shaped eyes filled with tears of grievance.

Aren't you going to do anything about this guy?

Luo Yan initially felt sorry for Mia, but upon seeing Vivian's incredibly ugly drawing, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Excuse me... Oh, someone delivered a letter. I'll go to the backyard to get it."

The person who came was Missy.

That guy wasn't just Sisi's messenger, but also Luo Yan's appointed messenger. He usually waited in the audience hall of the Great Cemetery, and if there were any packages from Shanghai, he would bring them to him and leave them in the backyard of Colin Manor.

In fact, Luo Yan could have taken it himself, but the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" was, after all, his trump card. Using it occasionally wouldn't be a big deal, and it wouldn't be worth making it public knowledge just to save himself some trouble.

Seeing Luo Yan flee in disarray, Mia felt even more aggrieved.

The vampires in the Colin family are absolutely wicked!

Of course, except for my dear classmate Luo Yan.

The succubus from the Padrich family reiterated that Luo Yan was different; firstly, he was not a vampire, and secondly, he was the best!

Colin Manor was as lively as ever today.

Faced with the swaggering Miss Vivian, Mia gritted her teeth and said that chess was not her forte, and that next time she would choose something the Padridge family was good at to compete in.

Vivian was delighted at first, but her smile faded as she heard the details of the competition.

"Um...no." Her momentum instantly weakened, her scarlet eyes darting around the room, searching for an opportunity to change the subject.

"oh?"

Mia smiled as she watched Vivian suddenly back down, hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward, her eyes relentless. "Doesn't the Colin family claim to be the rulers of the night? What, is the 'master' of the Colin family afraid? Isn't that your forte?"

Vivian glared angrily at Mia, her silver fangs brushing against her lips. She really wanted to bite Mia's neck, but she was afraid of burning herself.

"You bastard..."

That shameless succubus cook!

This is outrageous!

The competition was actually not complicated. Whoever successfully "eats" first would be completely successful, while the other would be completely defeated.

Vivian's annoyance wasn't entirely due to the difficulty of the night raid, but rather because, according to Mia's competition rules, both sides were expected to utilize their respective racial talents.

This contest is clearly a losing proposition for the vampire!

If she bites you, you might at most get a hickey on your neck, but if that pervert from the Padridge family bites you, your brother will be completely ruined!

Mia's palms were actually sweating. She wasn't really prepared for a night raid, but the more she looked at this smug kid, the angrier she got, and she couldn't help but vent her anger with a quick retort.

She wasn't one of the madmen from the Colin family; she wouldn't do something only a lower-level succubus would do, like launching an attack under the cover of night...

However, she really wanted to win, especially to see that arrogant brat look frustrated, kneel on the carpet, and cry and shout that he couldn't play the game.

Um--

That must be it!

Because he went to get a letter in the middle, Luo Yan didn't hear the rest of their conversation, nor did he want to.

That would only give him a headache.

After finding the package delivered by Missy, Luo Yan first went to Taf's room to collect an egg, personally delivered the egg to the kitchen, and then returned to the side hall.

Seeing the two demons suddenly become hostile again, he coughed lightly, breaking the increasingly tense atmosphere.

What are you talking about?

Mia and Vivian, who were glaring at each other, blushed at the same time, looked away guiltily, and for the first time ever, said in unison.

"No, it's nothing."

"...?"

Although Luo Yan found it strange that the two of them had become so in sync, he didn't ask any further questions. He had too many things to worry about all day long, so he didn't bother with trivial matters.

The Demon King of Thundershire declared that the noise at Colin Manor was utterly meaningless.

The entire manor was bought just to be ruined by the little devils from Shanghai; otherwise, he might as well just stay at a hotel on Queen Street.

It's also more convenient there for him to remotely control Mr. Sack Windsor to harvest chives.

"Mia, this is your letter."

"Ah! Thank you!" Seeing the package in Luo Yan's hand, Mia hurriedly went up and took it, eagerly opened it, and then hid in a corner to look at it.

Although he was curious about what kind of letter the Shanghai authorities had sent to Mia, Luo Yan, being a gentleman, neither inquired nor peeked.

Even though it was easy for him.

Vivian narrowed her eyes as she watched Mia furtively reading the letter in the corner, her canine teeth rubbing against her lips, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

Based on my experience in Shanghai, this is the expression on someone's face when they're complaining to their family...

But Mr. Festing is said to be no ordinary person, and he might not necessarily bring Minotaur blood to her grandfather's house, which makes things a bit awkward.

Tch, the succubus chef is too much for this game.

So you're the only one who can write letters!

Just as Vivian was pondering whether she should also write a letter home, footsteps suddenly came from the porch outside the side hall.

The butler of Colin Manor stood at the door and bowed.

"Your Highness... Duke Campbell's butler has delivered a letter. The Duke wishes to visit your residence tomorrow. Would that be convenient for you?"

Upon hearing Campbell's name, Luo Yan's heart skipped a beat, but when he heard it was Edward, his heartbeat returned to normal.

“Let him come… cough, write him a letter saying that I welcome him to visit, and that Gutaf misses Princess Lino very much.”

"yes……"

The butler nodded respectfully, not daring to linger in the strangely atmospheric side hall. After closing the door, he hurriedly left.

"Duke Campbell? Is he from that hero family?" Mia looked up excitedly after finally finishing reading the letter in her hand.

"That's right, it's him."

Luo Yan nodded, looked at his boss, and said in a gentle tone, "So, I'd like to ask my dear Mia to play a part for me. May I ask you for a favor?"

He knew about the joke Mia made when she disembarked a few days ago, and now the whole city is talking about him and someone else's affair.

But that's not important.

There is no story in this world that the Demon King cannot resolve.

He was about to reveal his improvised script when Mia, whose face turned bright red at the mention of "darling," immediately gave in.

The secrets of Hell Intelligence Agency.

"Don't worry! Luo Yan, I'll take care of this little thing! Heh, heh heh... someone has already written my script!"

Is it finished writing?

Luo Yan glanced at her in surprise, then smiled and said.

"I didn't expect you to come prepared. It seems I'm playing along with your act this time."

"Actually, it was only just started preparing."

Ignoring Vivian's jealous gaze, which seemed to burn the ceiling, Mia, her cheeks flushed, smiled shyly.

She twirled a pink hair at her temple with her index finger, her shy tone carrying a hint of self-satisfaction.

"I am now Yaya Mitia, the youngest daughter of the late nobleman Gilbert Mitia of the Holy City, who inherited a large fortune from Baron Mitia. Oh, by the way, my file has been transferred from the Demon King's Administration Department to the Hell Intelligence Bureau. I have been ordered to go to the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea to establish an intelligence station. Hmm... I may have to bother you for a long time from now on. I hope I haven't caused you any trouble."

The Hell Intelligence Agency sent her not only an appointment letter, but also a complete set of legal identities, even going so far as to use an informant they had planted for many years.

Vivian was furious when she heard this, completely ignored. What angered her even more was that this guy who always targeted other people's brothers was so unscrupulous!

By the Demon God Bayeri, she had never heard of such a reckless promotion path. What did the vixen of the Padrich family take the Demon God's Department of Internal Affairs for?

Is it a game of checkers?

The Colin family could never tolerate such desecration—

etc!

Vivian snapped back to her senses, suppressing her surging anger, her scarlet eyes gleaming with intelligence.

The fact that the vixen from the Padrich family was transferred to the intelligence agency means that the position of the Demon King's "boss" is now vacant.

This is clearly a good thing!

Suddenly realizing the blind spot, Vivian clenched her little fists excitedly, almost drooling.

Maybe we'll actually get to eat it now!

Just as a vampire was tiptoeing out of the side hall, Luo Yan was stunned by a familiar surname.

Baron Mitis?

Seeing Luo Yan suddenly freeze in shock, Mia was also slightly taken aback, her clear eyes filled with confusion.

"You know him?"

"It's more than just knowing each other."

After a brief moment of surprise, Luo Yan regained his composure and elegance, and spoke calmly.

“I have met your ‘brother’ Baron Harvey Mitya once before. He even painted a picture of me when I passed through the Holy City.”

There are many people named Mytia in the Holy City, but there is only one Baron Mytia.

That guy was a painter who made his mark on history; you could even see his paintings in St. Clement's Cathedral.

Unexpectedly, the person close to Count Cassie Sylphine was actually an informant from Hell, considering that Count Cassie Sylphine was only one step away from becoming the Pope.

The demon god Bayel is above.

These seemingly depraved demons are quite formidable when they get serious.

(End of this chapter)