Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Anwei, Beelzebub, Mammon, you...

The night is filled with cold springs, the moonlight is pale, and the black tombstones are silent in the shadows.

The wind blew the dead branches past, and it seemed like countless tiny whimpers were wrapped around the ankles, and there was a flickering light of fire among the wild grass.

Lin Miao hid his body behind the trees and silently watched the three men in front of him who were at loggerheads, hostile to each other, and unwilling to give in. He began to reflect on why the plot had evolved to this point.

...This matter has to start with the conversation between her and Martha two days ago.

At that time, Martha told her that Queen Kretz was a healthy, strong and energetic woman when she was alive, and it was hard to believe that she would do such a thing as following the second prince;

Lin Miao, who had no trust in the royal family, would certainly not let go of this suspicious point. Adhering to the life creed of rather killing by mistake than letting go, Lin Miao proposed a dangerous idea -

Grave digging.

"The royal cemetery is far from the royal city, less subject to Heaven's surveillance and prying eyes. Its secluded location makes it easier to conceal our movements. This is our first victory. Living people can lie, but the dead cannot. The queen's body holds more real clues. This is our second victory. If there is indeed a hidden truth, and the truth behind the queen's death is revealed, we can not only avenge her but also use it to intimidate the murderer. This is our third victory."

"All three victories are within my grasp. This is a sign of a complete victory!"

Martha: “…”

The intelligence personnel had no choice but to succumb to the tyranny of General Lin Miao. Moreover, the general's pet dog was standing by, watching her passionate speech with an obsessed look on his face. He unconditionally supported all his master's decisions and couldn't wait to demolish all the royal tombs in the next second.

When a general goes out to war, his entourage should naturally be his allies and his dogs;

However, on the night they were about to set off, the sound transmission mirror that the owner of Le Palace gave to Lin Miao happened to emit a dazzling pink light.

The charming face of Lady Cecia appeared in the mirror. She lifted her long hair and her fox eyes curved: "I have completed half of the task that Miaomiao entrusted to me~"

"Half?" Lin Miao blinked in surprise. "You guys went... to the western city-state?"

Cecia smiled: "Hmm, to be exact, it's just a part of us."

"If there are any tricky things, you can leave them to us or that dog—don't do anything dangerous yourself." She winked at her. "If Miaomiao gets hurt, I'll be heartbroken."

Lin Miao was stunned by the shock and was about to nod when Martha's voice came out, restraining her excitement and agitation: "Lady Cecia?!"

The mirror turned to the girl's side. Cecia was slightly startled, then chuckled: "Little Martha, it seems that you have completed my order very well... Well done."

"It is my honor to serve you, my Lord!"

After receiving Cecia's affirmation, Martha's cheeks flushed, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, and the whole demon trembled with joy.

"But..." Cecia looked her up and down for a few seconds, raised her eyebrows, "Night clothes? Are you going out?"

"..." Martha's smile froze, and she immediately looked at Lin Miao for help.

"Yes." The female voice was cold and questioning. For some reason, Lin Miao felt guilty as if he had been caught by his mother while secretly going out to play.

She reported her itinerary to her mother... no, Lady Cecia. Sure enough, the demonic woman frowned disapprovingly. "Miaomiao, the royal cemetery might be protected by a formation. It's too risky."

My back suddenly felt like it was pressed against a warm and flexible wall.

An Wei floated silently behind her like a ghost, his pupils like a frozen ink lake, dark and cold.

The devil, unable to endure any longer, finally erupted in silence: "It is my responsibility to protect Miaomiao, Cecia."

He didn't hesitate to express his sharp hostility to his colleagues: "Miao Miao's decision doesn't need you to dictate it, and don't even think about using this as an excuse to go to the cemetery and follow Miao Miao!!"

"I didn't send those people from the Illuminati Association over there just for you to play around with."

The two equally aggressive and dazzling beauties faced each other across the mirror for a few seconds. The pink-haired devil was the first to look away and laughed, "Haha."

Cecia looked amused, as if she was playing a prank, and said in a light voice, "I didn't say I was going."

"I will do my best to fulfill Miaomiao's instructions." Her delighted eyes fell on Lin Miao's face again. "As for Miaomiao's safety... Martha's magic power is too restricted. It will be inconvenient for her to go to the cemetery with you. It's better for her to stay. I will send someone I trust to help you."

After saying this, she unilaterally cut off the video, leaving Lin Miao with a confused look on her face.

As Cecia's loyal subordinate, Martha naturally obeyed her master's orders and stayed in the palace; as for the so-called "trusted person" she mentioned, Lin Miao had a strange premonition.

This premonition was confirmed when An Wei brought her to the back gate of the royal cemetery and saw two black figures standing under a tree.

“…”

"Lord Beelzebub, Lord Mammon." Lin Miao laughed dryly and waved his paw. "How are you?"

Beelzebub and Mammon, or more precisely, their avatars created with magic power, the moment the man and the demon appeared, they cast their gazes directly at Lin Miao in the middle of them.

Feeling two burning and strong gazes, Lin Miao shrank his neck and simply looked back openly.

The magical Beelzebub rarely wrapped himself up in a black robe, but wore a gray cloak, revealing his feminine fair face and his long, smooth dark green hair, half tied into a bun.

Mammon, as always, revealed his muscular upper body, wasp waist, monkey back, white hair and black horns - but this time, he only wore a mask on the left half of his face.

Lin Miao stared at the familiar right side of his face, her eyes filled with shock: Huh? No? ?

The rude demon who was the first to challenge the Demon King when he was born actually became one of his most loyal subordinates?

Then I must pick up a nemesis...

The scene before him was obscured by a black cloak. Lin Miao quickly gathered his scattered thoughts. He heard the devil's voice, like a knife frozen for days and nights in the coldest days of winter: "Go back."

"We're here to help Miss Lin, not you." Mammon sneered, "Are you qualified... to help her make a decision?"

The demonic aura around An Wei surged. He curled his lips and said, "You are nothing but clones materialized from a few strands of magic power. Do you dare to challenge my true self? Either get out of here, or..."

"Ms. Lin, please take us with you." Mammon interrupted An Wei and tried hard to sell himself to the human girl. "As this dog said, Beelzebub and I are just clones. We can directly self-destruct when encountering danger, buying you a lot of time."

"You can self-destruct." Beelzebub was very frugal with his words, but his attitude was very precise.

"..." Is the self-destruction of clones some traditional skill in the demon world? Each and every one of them wants to sacrifice themselves for her.

Although he was complaining in his heart about the two demons running further and further away on the road to the Demon Collapse, Lin Miao had no intention of refusing the free labor.

Before An Wei could completely lose control, Lin Miao grabbed his hand and said seriously, "I can help you, but you have to promise me two things."

"First, since you are helping me, you must follow my instructions."

"certainly."

"Um."

The two demons responded at the same time.

"Secondly, I hope that you and Lord Anwei will not fight among yourselves in the coming time."

"..." The three demons fell silent at the same time.

“…”

She still doesn't know what kind of united, friendly and caring group of colleagues the Legendary Demon King had back then.

"As long as this dog doesn't cause trouble, we won't take the initiative to cause trouble. Right, Beelzebub?" Mammon glanced at his colleagues, his voice rough and casual.

The demon with long dark green hair nodded, and the pressure was put on An Wei again.

"...You heard everything Martha and I said, right?" Lin Miao held his aggrieved and resentful face with a little effort. "You know some things won't change with the help of allies."

At such a close distance, An Wei could clearly see the determination in her eyes and every subtle expression on her face.

His clenched fist right hand twitched slightly, and the black demonic energy condensed, but finally leaked out from between his fingers and dissipated in the air.

"I understand." He opened his mouth, lowered his eyelashes, and slowly agreed.

*

In order to prevent the three from arguing again about the order of walking, Lin Miao quickly arranged the positions: Mammon would go first, she would go second, Anwei would go third, and Beelzebub would bring up the rear.

Under the cover of dusk, a group of people walked into the cemetery through the back door.

An Wei snapped his fingers, and the demonic energy flowed along the mountain range without touching the forbidden magic circle, searching for the entrance to the tomb.

When An Wei detected the angel statue carved on the mountainside, he retracted his magic aura and pointed it out to Lin Miao: "It's hollow inside."

Before Lin Miao could take a closer look, Mammon snapped his fingers and a strange-shaped stone, about several inches long, was thrown onto the angel statue.

After a loud "click", a fine crack appeared on the stone statue on the mountain surface from the center of its eyebrows, and it split to both sides with a rumbling sound, revealing a deep and long passage behind it.

Looking back and seeing Lin Miao's curious eyes, Mammon's exposed right cheek muscles tensed, his cheekbone slightly raised, and his voice seemed a little uneasy: "This is the magical tool of Hell, the 'Seven-Aperture Stone'. It can ignore the mechanism and directly open the 'door' of the human world."

"It sounds very practical." Lin Miao sighed. Mammon was about to say that if she liked it, he could give it to her, but the human lady had already turned her attention away.

"There's an angel statue at the entrance... The royal family has always done a good job of showing respect to the divine court in form." She said, peeking into the passage, but found nothing except the smell of earth and decay.

"Not necessarily." Beelzebub's feminine voice interrupted, and Lin Miao couldn't help but look at him.

Green light swam in the third eye on the gray-robed demon's forehead, circling back and forth; perhaps not used to long sentences, Beelzebub spoke slowly, but very clearly.

“Placing an angel statue at the entrance is not necessarily a sign of respect.”

"It could also be... a guilty conscience."