Like the Temple of Knowledge and the Heart of Spells, it is a place created out of thin air by the gods with the help of the enormous power of faith. Its camp tendency depends on the creator himself and the changes of mortal believers.

These planes and realms are located between the outer planes. They were created by the gods and will naturally collapse with the fall of the corresponding gods.

Especially the Heart of the Spell, which has actually collapsed twice.

The first time was when the first generation magic goddess chose to commit suicide to save the magic network, and the second time was the disaster caused by the second generation magic goddess being hammered to death by the guardian god Heim.

No matter which collapse occurs, it is extremely terrifying for the other gods and petitioners living in that plane. If they are not careful, they may be wiped out.

Fortunately, the Land of Bright Water is a typical place that tends to be neutral, and the gods who build their kingdoms here are mostly peaceful and will not attract overly powerful enemies.

Among them, the Fire-Haired Lady and the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Shuna, who possess powerful divine powers, are the biggest cornerstones for protecting this plane from external intrusion.

But just a few days ago, another goddess living in the Mingshui Realm was suddenly promoted from medium divine power to great divine power.

She was none other than Waukeen, who had just returned to the sight of the gods of Toril.

In particular, the rapid expansion of faith and influence of this goddess of wealth during the rise of northern civilization shocked and disbelieved many gods.

Because before this, no god had ever been able to sweep across such a large area in such a short period of time and make his thoughts and teachings the overwhelming mainstream.

Similarly, the gods also saw how Zuo Si took advantage of the greed inherent in mortals and their yearning for a better life in this process, and helped his allies deliver a divine assist.

At this moment, Waukeen, the goddess of wealth who had just been promoted to a powerful deity, was slowly separating her kingdom from the Realm of Clear Water and moving towards the ninth level of Baator Hell.

Through observation and deep understanding during this period, she has realized that business and wealth are never neutral.

In other words, mortals who engage in these activities and regard them as a lifelong pursuit cannot be neutral or kind.

Basically every one of them is either lawful evil or neutral evil.

Among them, lawful evil accounts for the vast majority, while neutral evil only accounts for a small part.

After all, commercial activities and property security require a strong order as endorsement to be guaranteed.

Only under the protection of order can this group of people enjoy everything that comes with huge wealth and massive resources without restraint.

So after becoming a powerful god, one of the choices Waukin made was to leave the neutral Realm of Clearwater and move his hometown to the ninth level of Baator Hell ruled by Zuo Si.

In this way, she can obtain the blessing of the lawful evil plane, allowing herself to gain greater power in the realm.

Although this decision was once dissuaded by many former allies and even the God of Love and Beauty himself.

But the goddess of wealth was very clear that this was related to future positioning, development and a series of plans, so she decisively chose to go her own way.

When she successfully separated the kingdom from the Realm of Clear Water, many of the gods of Toril who were watching this scene could not help but sigh helplessly.

Especially those gods who tend to be kind and neutral, they all regret that another god with great influence in the material world has fallen into the arms of evil.

But many more gods believed that Waukeen was merely responding to the prayers of a large number of believers and it was no big deal.

Just like that, while the gods were discussing this incident, the goddess of wealth calmly completed the task of splicing her kingdom with the ninth layer of Baator Hell.

When the two huge territories collided and merged, all the devils felt the cheers and excitement from the plane of hell.

After all, this is the place where a goddess with great divine power moves in, which represents a certain tilt of the cosmic rules, and also means the expansion of influence and more souls.

Asmodeus, the lord of hell, personally led a grand welcome ceremony.

Tens of thousands of demons lined up in neat rows, playing music and chanting loudly in praise of Woking. Some of the corny flattery was so appalling that it gave people goose bumps.

In addition, the huge cyberpunk city has also entered carnival mode, with various neon lights and billboards advertising discounts and promotions to welcome the goddess of wealth.

Its power is so great and its impact is so wide that it is no longer limited to Toril.

Instead, it spreads rapidly to other material planes in the universe.

This is one of the reasons why Waukin was able to quickly ascend to a powerful divine power.

The source of her faith is no longer limited to Faerun, but has branches in other material worlds, just like the god of knowledge Oghma.

After the face-to-face connection was completely completed and the entire country gradually stabilized, the goddess, whose whole body was filled with golden light symbolizing wealth, slowly walked out and bowed slightly to Asmodeus, who had been waiting for a long time, with one hand on her chest.

"Hello, great Lord of Hell, I hope my relocation will not cause too much trouble to you and the Hell you rule."

"Hahahaha! How could that be! I can't even say enough to welcome you. It is an honor for all devils, including me, to be favored by a beautiful goddess like you."

Asmodeus laughed and bent down to return the greeting, like a hospitable human noble.

Then, dozens of young lustful lolis flew over with baskets full of golden petals and threw them into the air with great force.

The other demons used their innate magical abilities to create beautiful and spectacular fireworks displays.

There is no doubt that this warm welcome from the Lord of Hell himself made Woking, who already had a good impression of Hell, feel at home.

After all, the most feared thing is comparison.

Think about the humiliating treatment you received from the demons in the Abyss, and then look at the enthusiasm, politeness, and respect shown by the demons in hell right now.

Anyone who is not crazy will choose the latter.

What's more, the reason why Wakoin chose to enter Hell was to form an alliance with the devil and use his power to take revenge on his mortal enemy, Graz'zt, who once humiliated him.

Only by killing "Six Fingers" can she vent the hatred and anger in her heart.

Finally, at the invitation of Asmodeus, the goddess of wealth boarded a luxurious car made entirely of gold and densely inlaid with countless gems, and drove to the center of the cyberpunk city accompanied by a group of demons.

On the ninth level, the castrated oil with no infectious ability has become a very common and widely used cheap energy source, and it is inexhaustible.

Sitting in the soft back seat, Woking looked out the window with interest at the bustling streets on both sides of the road, as well as those intelligent creatures who were pursuing wealth and indulging in pleasure. He asked without turning his head, "How big is this super city now?"

“I’m not sure, but it must be the total area of ​​several Faerun continents combined.

After all, Soth transformed all the souls that descended on this level into residents, rather than sending them directly to torture chambers to extract their energy like in other levels.

Compared with simple and brutal exploitation, he seems to prefer letting these fallen souls continue to sink in desire and increase happy memories through extreme sensory enjoyment.

In this way, when the soul goes through repeated degeneration and sedimentation, it can often squeeze out at least five to ten times more energy than before.

And the process is very fast, often taking only a few months to complete.

Coupled with the large number of mortals who come here for its fame, it won’t be long before this city replaces Sigil as the most well-known place in the universe.”

Asmodeus pursed his lips and introduced himself with a slightly proud tone.

You have to know that in all levels of Baator Hell, when the souls are squeezed to produce divine energy, the first thing is to "pay taxes" to him.

Following the second level are the lords of various levels, and below them are the nobles at all levels and officials who hold real power. Finally, the remaining ones are the low-level devils who are responsible for conducting business and signing contracts.

Faced with this kind of exploitation and oppression, every low-level devil who wants to be promoted must work with all his strength, accumulating merit and energy bit by bit until he reaches the extremely strict standards.

During this period, you have to constantly flatter your superiors to avoid being framed, and be wary of reports and plots from colleagues.

It can be said that every devil who can stand out from the bottom and climb up is a talent.

Especially those who are sent to the material plane to conduct business may be killed by local righteous people if they are not careful.

Fortunately, this cruel living environment has been greatly alleviated with the expansion and development of huge cyberpunk cities.

Nowadays, low-level demons no longer need to be sent to the material world in large numbers.

All one needs to do is gather in the city and select visitors from the material world, and use their desire for more money to buy goods and services to guide them, so that they will willingly sign their names on the contract to sell their souls.

Not only that, they can even use the newly issued secondary contract to allow the other party to return to the material plane to independently develop offline, and then pass it down from one level to another to form a huge expansion network.

As long as enough downlines are recruited, the uplines can not only gain more wealth, power, social status and authority while alive, but can also be transformed into a more advanced devil form after death.

Thanks to this new policy, many low-level devils completed a magnificent turnaround in a very short period of time and became high-level devils such as hell devils, snake devils, horned devils, burnt offering devils, servant devils, and illusory devils.

In addition, they can also form and join political parties and participate in elections held every once in a while in the cyberpunk city.

Once you obtain a relatively senior position, you will immediately obtain the corresponding intermediate or senior devil forms.

But the disadvantage is that if he loses the next election and is ousted, he will be back to his original position in a moment.

Therefore, the emergence of the ninth level is not just as simple as increasing the number of souls in Baator and the divine energy squeezed out.

It also caused the originally stagnant and strict class barriers to slightly loosen, and countless low-level devils saw the hope of rapid promotion, which in turn stimulated their work enthusiasm and made the entire huge ruling system of hell become active again.

Therefore, the more prosperous this place is, the more it can drive the improvement of hell's overall strength, and the more income and benefits the Lord of Hell can gain from it.

In Asmodeus' opinion, if the lords of other levels could learn some experience and skills in this regard from Zuo Si, then the devils would not need the help of other external forces at all. They could narrow the gap in numbers with the demons of the Abyss by their own development and firmly gain the advantage on the front battlefield of the bloody battle.

As one of the first gods to enter the Ninth Plane, Waukeen could almost be said to have witnessed the rise of this huge city with his own eyes. He was also very aware of its terrifying commercial potential, so after a moment of silence, he smiled and asked tentatively: "If you don't mind, I would like to recruit some believers among the devils, is that okay?"

Asmodeus nodded without hesitation: "Of course.

In fact, we devils also attach great importance to wealth accumulation and business development, and have been committed to building a huge trade network that can accommodate more forces to join.

Whether it is souls, precious metal coins, magic items, gems, or slaves, they can all be used as currency in Baator.

If you and your followers can bring us more souls through trade, then I promise that when you take revenge on Six Fingers, the demons will certainly help you."

"Oh? Is this a promise?"

A golden light shone in Wojin's eyes.

“Yes, that’s a promise.

To be honest, as the forces of Hell continue to expand in the first few layers of the abyss, the day when the bloody battle begins again is not far away.

In this regard, both I, Soth and other lords have a very clear understanding.

At that point, your enemy is the enemy of all devils.

Given the opportunity, we will not hesitate to chop off Graz'zt's head and give it to you as a gift as a token of our friendship."

As he spoke, Asmodeus grinned into an evil, cold, and cruel smile.

Although from a personal standpoint, he actually likes the Dark Lord, whose behavior patterns are very close to those of the devil, and he has even made secret deals with him more than once.

But from the perspective of Hell, Graz'zt's death will undoubtedly break the balance of power among the three giants of the Abyss, allowing Demogorgon and Orcus to no longer worry about interference from a third party and directly go to war for the throne of the strongest demon lord.

By then, the infighting among the demons alone would greatly weaken their power.

The demons can take the opportunity to advance several levels, establish a stable defense line, and slowly digest the occupied territory and resources.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation!"

Wojin stretched out his right hand very decisively.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

Asmodeus also stretched out his right hand and held the goddess's hand tightly, not concealing his inner joy at all.

With the addition of a powerful divine force, he is now full of confidence in the bloody battle that is about to begin again.

Less than half a minute after the covenant was reached, the Goddess of Fortune seemed to suddenly remember something and asked again, "By the way, where is Soth? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Normally, as a lord of the ninth level, he should at least show up by now."

"Unfortunately, he is currently dealing with some troubles regarding the internal political struggles of Hell and cannot be away for the time being."

Asmodeus gave the answer with a half-smile.

"Political struggle within Hell?"

Wakin raised his eyebrows in great surprise.

As the goddess of wealth, she certainly couldn't be unaware of the devils' terrifyingly complex political games and power struggles.

I never expected that Zuo Si would be involved so quickly.

But Asmodeus shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: “Yeah.

After all, as a newly appointed level lord and the crown prince of hell chosen by me, Soth undoubtedly aroused the jealousy and suspicion of the other level lords.

These guys were unwilling to be bullied by a newcomer, so they all wanted to secretly test his quality.

There are also some big devils who want to use him to stand for themselves, so as to defeat their competitors and win the power struggle.

This happens all the time in hell, it's no big deal.

Soth himself understood this and had to take action in response, otherwise he would be seen as weak and vulnerable.

In fact, he has a pretty good plan and knows how to play the game of thrones within the rules.

If we succeed in the end, I believe we won’t have to worry too much about provocations from lords of other levels for a long time.”

“It sounds like it’s going to be troublesome.”

Realizing that this was an internal matter among the devils, Woking decisively ended the topic.

Asmodeus maintained an unfathomable smile and escorted the goddess of wealth to the hotel where the banquet was held. He then gave an impassioned speech in public before returning to his own territory.

The moment his figure appeared in the palace, the butler Martinotte, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately took two steps forward and bowed deeply.

“Master, the power struggle on the fourth level has entered the final critical moment.

Nowadays, most of the demons who hold real power at this level have already taken sides.

Only the commander of the last army has not made a clear statement.

His choice will directly determine whether Ms. Fierna can successfully seize power or continue to be suppressed by Grand Duke Bilai and become a puppet in name only."

"Haha, it sounds like everything is going very well, isn't it? Where is Soth right now?"

Asmodeus asked casually as he sat down on a chair.

Martinot answered without hesitation: “He has arrived at the sixth floor ruled by your daughter, Grand Duchess Gracia, not long ago.

Many demons in the outside world are speculating on the purpose of his trip.

But the problem is that there has been no definite news so far.

If nothing unexpected happens, the sixth level is now firmly in its hands using the authorization letter you gave it."

"You mean he is using Gracia's power to influence the fourth plane and force some demons to change sides?"

Asmodeus poured himself a glass of wine and stood in front of the window looking at the magnificent sight of fire rain falling from the sky outside. He looked very relaxed and comfortable, not paying any attention to the political turmoil that was taking place.

“I think that’s very likely.

But what is confusing is that Mr. South has not yet made a clear statement on who he supports, and is just waiting to make a move.

It was his series of strange actions that made both sides of the entire fourth level extremely nervous, but they did not dare to make any moves. "

Martinot raised his head, glanced at the Lord of Hell's face, and analyzed it carefully.

As one of the few demons who was fortunate enough to serve Asmodeus at close range, he would never forget that before the Great Reckoning, his master was still as calm as he is now.

In the game of power struggle, no one can match Asmodeus. This is the consensus of most demons in hell.

So Martinot believed that no matter how much trouble his lord made, it could be easily settled as long as his master took action.

It's a pity that the Lord of Hell obviously didn't want to make any explanation. He just stood by the windowsill and drank all the wine in the glass one gulp at a time. He stood there without saying a word, like a sculpture.

…

On the other side, in the huge skull palace of Malborge, the sixth level of hell.

Zuo Si, who maintained the posture of a great devil, was sitting on the throne that originally belonged to the Queen of Lust Demons. He looked down at the messenger who was kneeling in front of him and waiting for a reply nervously, and said: "Please go back and tell Grand Duke Bilaier that the reason I am here is not to do anything to the fourth level.

仅仅只是在履行地狱之主交付的任务，教导格莱西雅大公学会地狱政治运作的规则，防止她再继续破坏领主之间相互的信任与合作。

对于正在第四层面爆发的权力危机，我个人的建议就是双方保持冷静克制，然后在第三方的斡旋下通过谈判来解决问题。

毕竟之前内战引发的大清洗，应该足以让所有领主都明白真的打起来是不会有好结果的。

无论谁输谁赢，最终都要面临伟大阿斯摩蒂尔斯的审判。

记住，我们是守序团结的魔鬼，而不是深渊中那些疯狂混乱的恶魔。

在这里秩序和法律是不容违背的神圣规则。

任何触犯它的人都必将迎来严厉的惩罚。”

“明白！我会将您的话原封不动转达给毕莱尔大公。”

魔鬼使者嘴角轻微的抽搐了一下，随后弯腰鞠躬转身在欲魔护卫的带领下走了出去。

从脸上的表情来判断，他显然对刚才这番话一个字都不相信。

或者说，这就是听起来十分正确，但却一丁点实质性内容都没有的外交废话。

毕竟但凡不是傻子都知道，统治第六层的格莱西雅领主是菲尔娜女士的亲密盟友，所以在权力争斗中必然会力挺后者。

而作为第九层领主的左思手里则拿着一份由地狱之主签署的授权书，可以直接剥夺格莱西雅的权力，决定这场争斗谁才是最后的赢家。

如果他故意放任格莱西雅派出军队加入战场，那么毕莱尔大公就有可能被里应外合的击溃。

到时候身为名义上领主的菲尔娜女士只需要宣布自己的父亲发动叛乱，而格莱西雅是自己请来的援军，基本就不用太担心会遭到过于严厉的惩罚。

即便失败了，左思也能迅速剥夺格莱西雅的权力，然后装模作样将其囚禁在宫殿里一段时间，提前堵住其他领主的嘴让他们无法发难。

所以眼下毕莱尔大公面临的外部压力非常大。

随着时间的推移，许多原本效忠于他的魔鬼都开始纷纷陷入动摇，甚至是暗中传递信息两头下注，防止战败之后遭到清算。

目送这位使者消失在宫殿的走廊尽头，站在一旁装了半天乖宝宝的格莱西雅立刻张开双臂从后边搂着左思的脖子，摆出一副小鸟依人的样子，翘起嘴角贴在耳边低声询问道：“亲爱的索斯，你可真是个阴险狡诈的坏家伙。

居然到了这个时候还在故意吊着毕莱尔的胃口，让他以为你是中立的。

告诉我，你打算什么时候揭开真相结束这场游戏？

要知道我已经迫不及待想要看到他脸上惊恐绝望的表情了。”

“别急，我会把这种悬念和神秘感保留到最后一刻。

想象一下，如果我们以盟友的身份进入第四层，然后在毕莱尔大公自以为胜券在握的时候突然发动背刺，让他倒在距离成功只有一步之遥的地方，是不是更具有戏剧性呢？

更何况维持这样的状态，我们才能从中获得更多的好处。

比如说那位使者刚刚作为礼物送来的痛苦宝石，就是一件相当不错的宝物。”

说着，左思缓缓举起掌心那颗散发着刺眼夺目光芒的黑色结晶体。

它大概有一颗枣那么大，通体呈现出半透明的黑亮，如果乍一眼可能跟那些高品质的黑钻、墨玉没什么区别。

但实际上靠近的话，就能听到从宝石里传出的痛苦哀嚎与惨叫声。

普通人听最多几分钟就会开始精神恍惚，紧跟着陷入歇斯底里的疯狂。

因为这可宝石使用数以百万堕落灵魂在临死前留下的强烈情绪汇聚而成，是真正意义上可以用来打造邪恶神器的原材料。

如果把它镶嵌在武器上，那么这柄武器就会获得强大的诅咒效果，并对目标造成额外的精神伤害。

如果用来制造防具，那么该防具将会获得类似伤害反弹的能力，让所有击中护甲的人都会产生精神上的极致痛苦。

由于毕莱尔大公在对于痛苦方面的研究冠绝巴托地狱，因此只有他才能制造出这种等级的痛苦宝石。

“原来如此！难怪父亲要让我想你学习，看来在玩弄人心方面，你的确有很多独到之处。”

格莱西雅伸出舌头舔了舔诱人的红唇，眼睛里闪烁着异样的光芒。

虽然最开始的时候，她对于这种半强制的合作充满了抗拒，甚至一度产生了叛逆心理想要从中搞点破坏。

但随着亲眼目睹了左思是如何通过一系列操作让老奸巨猾的毕莱尔不得不停止了一切行动，还主动派出使者送来礼物，这位地狱公主终于意识到了阿斯摩蒂尔斯的苦心。

因为这些在规则范围内利用有限手段进行政治博弈的技巧，正是她最欠缺、最需要观察和学习的。

所以格莱西雅的态度直接来了个一百八十度的大转弯，不仅主动进行配合，还让手下人完全听从左思的调遣。

于是乎，让整个巴托地狱其他层面领主感到恐惧的一幕就出现了。

左思凭借一份授权书轻而易举掌控了第六层，而且成为了第四层权力归属的决定性因素。

最重要的是，迄今为止他所做的一切都没有违反地狱的法律，展现出了其比大部分魔鬼还要更加魔鬼的邪恶守序倾向。

这一点比之前喜欢随心所欲乱搞的第一层面领主扎瑞尔简直就是两个截然不同的极端。

注意到身边这位欲魔女王一副跃跃欲试的样子，左思立刻伸出一根手指纠正道：“你父亲想要让你学习的并不是什么玩弄人心和其他阴谋诡计，而是如何在法律与规则之内完成跟其他领主的对抗、竞争。

你之前的那些举动太过于混乱了，根本不像是一个魔鬼该有的行为。

而且你以为自己不断打破潜规则所获得的那点好处，真的不需要付出任何代价或是承担相应的后果吗？ 真实情况是整个地狱之中，除了我和你的盟友菲尔娜女士之外，其他领主都已经开始要联合起来一起对付你了。

睿智的阿斯摩蒂尔斯察觉到了这一点，所以才会给我那份授权书，让我出面帮忙处理这件事情。”

“别担心，我已经接受了教训，不是正在认真的向你学习么？”

格莱西雅转身从王座后边绕道前边，以一种优雅且充满诱惑的动作顺势坐在左思的大腿上。

虽然她有足足三米出头的身高，可在后者体型更加巨大的魔鬼形态面前仍旧显得如此娇小。

尤其是那双散发出异色的眼睛，就连不远处站着的蛇蝎魔都低下头尽量避免有任何视线上的直接接触。

因为一旦接触上，立刻就会感到自己的灵魂仿佛被凝固了，不管是思维还是动作都会瞬间停止。

就在左思准备把这位不停试图勾引自己并发生亲密关系的地狱公主弄开时，一名欲魔护卫突然从外面走进来，单膝跪地汇报道：“伟大的女王陛下，菲尔娜女士的使者到了。请问要把她请进来吗？”

“菲尔娜女士的使者也到了？是谁？”

格莱西雅猛地站起身，也顾不上再继续玩调情的小游戏，抿起嘴角露出了玩味的笑容。

“是格拉米尔，那个引发了第四层面权力争斗火药桶的元凶。”

欲魔赶忙给出确切的答案。

由于第四层面的分裂已经持续了一段时间，因此稍微靠近权力中心一点的魔鬼都已经知道了这个特殊愉悦魔的存在。

不管是她的身份还是身上流淌的禁忌血液都不再是什么秘密。

格拉米尔之所以还活着没有遭到暗杀，完全是代表第九层面大使这个身份庇护了她。

否则换成其他魔鬼，早就不知道死多少次了。

毕竟只要她一死，第四层的政治局势就会趋于缓和，双方都能重新坐下来通过谈判来划分权力与势力范围。

“带她进来吧。”

格莱西雅的情绪明显开始变得有些愉悦，甚至可以说是兴奋。

趁着欲魔护卫离开的空挡，她忍不住转过身试探道：“如果我没记错的话，这个有趣的愉悦魔格拉米尔应该是你的秘书，对吗？”

左思微微点了下头：“啊，是的。

确切地说是菲尔娜女士送来表达诚意的礼物。

按照她的设想，我最好能够通过格拉米尔身上流淌的血液，在权力争斗最关键的时刻举行魔法仪式对毕莱尔大公施加一个可怕的诅咒，进而削弱自己父亲的力量。

不过我并没有按照她希望的那样做。

毕竟格拉米尔拥有非常出色的工作能力，是一个相当不错的得力手下。

让她作为一次性消耗品被浪费掉并不符合我的利益。”

“仅仅只是工作能力出色么？

我怎么听说她继承了菲尔娜的美貌，而且还是个处女。

该不会是这一点让你感到心动并产生了某种占有欲吧？”

While saying this, Gracia raised her chin slightly and showed a playful smile.

"Whatever you think, I don't think I need to explain anything about such a trivial matter."

Zuo Si spread his hands nonchalantly and continued to play with the gem of pain in his hand, his mind full of thoughts on what kind of artifact he could process it into.

"You are so boring!"

Seeing that the other party was not fooled at all, Gracia immediately rolled her eyes and felt a strong sense of frustration in her heart.

Because she found that the little tricks she had used before to deal with the third-level lord, Viscount Mamman, were completely useless.

No matter it was seduction, teasing, or a very straightforward invitation, the reaction of the young man in front of her was always so cold and rational, as if he would never be disturbed by other emotions and desires.

After about a few minutes, the succubus guards finally brought Glamir to the palace hall.

From the tired expression on the latter's face and the nervousness revealed in his every move, it is not difficult to tell that this pleasure fiend has been having a pretty bad time recently.

Whether it was the pressure and danger from the outside world or the coercion from her biological mother, she felt exhausted and even wanted to escape back to the ninth level and hide.

Unfortunately, like most of the demons in Baator, Glamir is just a pawn and has no choice at all. He can only grit his teeth and continue moving forward on the road full of dangers.

The moment she saw Zuo Si sitting on the throne, she took a deep breath, knelt down and reported: "Lord, according to your request, I have completed my work. Do you have any other instructions?"

Zuo Si shook his head very decisively: "No, you did a great job. I will give you the reward you deserve later. Next is Gracia's performance time. By the way, Ms. Felna sent you here, is there anything you want to say?"

"My mother asked me to tell you that she hopes to chop off her father's head with her own hands to ensure that there will never be any turmoil in the power of the fourth plane again."

There was a hint of nervousness in Glamiel's voice.

After all, Grand Duke Biler is not only Firna's father, but also her father.

She was not mentally prepared to face this kind of "loving father and filial daughter" scene.

No one knows what the fourth level will become after Archduke Biler is killed.

Zuo Si undoubtedly sensed this uneasiness, wondering whether he would be besieged by demons who were clearly loyal to Archduke Biller and eventually become a victim of this power struggle .

Just when he was about to appease the secretary of Joy Demon, Gracia suddenly started laughing like a madman, clapping her hands and praising, "Hahahaha! Philna finally got it.

If she had listened to me earlier and secretly recruited my men to find an opportunity to kill Bilaier, she would have successfully seized control of the fourth floor long ago, and there would be no need for the current situation.

Fortunately, it’s not too late to wake up.

Soth, I think it's time to take action and put this to rest.

Otherwise, the longer the time drags on, the greater the probability that other lords will choose to join in.

Especially Mammon, because he was the first to abandon the alliance and surrender to his father during the last purge, he completely lost the trust of other lords and has been actively looking for and cultivating new allies.

The power struggle on the fourth floor is definitely a rare opportunity for this guy."

"In that case, go gather your troops.

Try to make as much noise as possible so that everyone will know.

As for you…"

At this point, Zuo Si suddenly paused, stood up and walked straight to Gramir, stretched out his dragon-like claws to gently stroke the beautiful and delicate face of this pleasure demon, and whispered in his ear: "You can go directly to Grand Duke Bilai and tell him that you actually like him as a father more than your mean mother.

Most importantly, tell him you have succeeded in convincing me.

Later I will order Gracia to gather the army and prepare to attack Firna.

When Archduke Pierre hears this news, he will certainly be happy to accept the surrender of your own daughter."

"But...but if I'm exposed in the end, I'll die!"

Gramir raised his head and revealed a pair of eyes filled with fear and despair.

“No, it won’t.

Believe me, this just gives you a chance to enjoy the wonderful performance up close, there is no danger.

Don't ever forget, you are mine.

And I have no intention of replacing the lord's secretary for the time being.

So go ahead and feel free to feel the madness and heat brought by power, and understand the deepest essence of hell politics.

Because I have high expectations of you."

After saying that, Zuo Si lowered his head and gently kissed the Joy Demon on the forehead.

moment!

Gramir seemed to understand something, and quickly regained his composure, showing his usual shrewd and capable appearance. He picked up the huge claws of Zuo Si's devil form and kissed them affectionately.

"I swear, I won't let you down."

After saying this, she stood up and resolutely left the Skull Palace, casting a teleportation magic to go to the fourth floor to complete her final work.

Gracia watched the whole process with great interest and learned some techniques on how to manage subordinates.

You have to know that she had previously treated her subordinates either by being evil and cruel, or by generously rewarding them, so she was immediately filled with a strong interest in Zuo Si's mental manipulation, which was obviously at a high level.

At this moment, the Princess of Hell no longer rejected the teacher arranged by her father. Instead, she couldn't wait to dig out more useful knowledge and experience from him in order to make up for the huge gap between herself and those veteran lords.

Following Gracia's order, all the demons on the sixth level were quickly mobilized, forming one formidable and powerful army after another.

And her unconcealed action also triggered a series of chain reactions...

(End of this chapter)