◎ Calabash Brothers Looking for Grandpa◎
Lill rarely thinks back on his past.
It was a long and bleak memory.
It was about a hundred years ago that he became the familiar steward of the previous Demon King.
At that time, the previous Demon Steward accidentally dropped the Demon King's food plate on the ground and was beheaded by the enraged Demon King. As a result, there was no elder left in the Demon Tribe who was qualified to be a Demon Steward. Li'er, who was brought by the elder to help, was appointed to become the new Demon Steward.
Perhaps he did a good job, or perhaps the former Demon King himself realized that if he continued to kill, there would be no more familiars left, so he actually managed to stay in the position of familiar steward for more than a hundred years until the chaotic rebellion war ended.
He has his own name and his own beliefs.
"I can be sure that the Demon King's Palace has never imprisoned any demons," Reard paused, "nor has it imprisoned any living demons. A hundred years ago, no demons had ever assassinated the previous Demon King."
The two liches reacted violently: "Impossible! Before the patriarch left, he told us that he was going to assassinate the tyrannical demon king! We also received the news that he was killed by the demon king!"
They kept calling him the Demon King. Arabella couldn't stand it any longer and slammed the table, glaring at them murderously: "It's the former Demon King! Tell me clearly, or I'll beat you up!"
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The two liches shrank back.
Warren was very calm. He threw a flaming grape into his mouth and propped his chin up thoughtfully: "Who told you about the death of your patriarch?"
The lich said without hesitation: "It's Feko——"
So, why did Feko happen to get the cursed magic book and pass on the false news that the patriarch was killed by the devil? Even if he didn't want to believe it, the lich knew that the devil had no need and was unwilling to deceive him.
He suddenly stopped talking, opened his eyes wide, and fell to the ground with a thud, frightened by his own guess.
Warren sneered.
He had almost figured out the situation. It was nothing more than an ambitious and vicious lich, a group of tribesmen who were not sure whether they were really blind or pretending to be blind, and innocent cubs who had been tortured for many years.
"There are strict temperature requirements for hatching eggs. It didn't hatch for more than 80 years, but it hatched the moment it came into contact with high temperature. Have you ever thought about what kind of environment this egg grew in before?" He opened his eyelids and looked at the two ashamed liches. "Also, I don't believe that Tok has never asked you for help in all these years. Guess what Tok will face after his complaint fails?"
The lich cried even louder. He let out a howl, but before he could move, the flying crow next to him grabbed his neck accurately. The gray mist that he was about to swallow was stuck in his mouth, bulging like a strange frog.
"He wants to curse himself!" Feiwu complained loudly, and then warned him fiercely, "You wish for that. You still have to stay and work in the Demon King's Palace!"
…
Fourteen days later.
All the demons lowered their heads, holding wooden sticks in their hands, and scratched on the stone slabs with all their might.
Warren's voice was clear: "Next word, potatoes."
He strolled around leisurely and looked down at the answers written by the demons on the stone slab.
As one of the most popular foods in the Demon King's Palace, the word potato appears very frequently and almost all demons can write it correctly.
Nodding with satisfaction, Warren looked around and saw Alec scratching his head. He walked over leisurely and looked down at his slate.
Alec: Ten.
Warren: “…”
Although he didn't have much hope in the first place, he still couldn't help but sigh, and silently decided in his heart that he would carry this guy to the podium tomorrow and make him copy the word "potato" a hundred times.
Originally, he had not planned to launch the magic writing test so soon. After all, there were not enough blackboards or account boards for writing. However, the two magic-capable liches came to him on their own initiative, so of course he had to exploit them well.
He resisted Fei Wu's pleading gaze and did not assign the liches to the army or the logistics team. Instead, he kept them in the Demon King's Palace and asked them to be responsible for enchanting the stone slabs.
This kind of ordinary stone slab, even if it is only enchanted with the most common traces to show magic, will only be scrapped after a dozen days of use. The enchantment consumes a lot of magical power. Warren was reluctant to send demons to do such a tiring and meaningless task, but he was not so polite to these two stupid liches.
He felt that his behavior was very devilish and a severe punishment for the two liches, but the two liches actually enjoyed it - although enchanting the stone tablets consumed a lot of magic, it was simple and not like hunting where you could get hurt or even die easily. The work place was still in the Demon King's Palace, and they could see their little patriarch. More importantly, they could actually eat such delicious food! And wear soft and beautiful clothes!
The two liches felt that letting the young patriarch stay in the Demon King's Palace might indeed be a better choice than returning to the lich clan to be the patriarch.
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After enchanting thousands of stone tablets, Warren happily announced the exam time and left happily amid the miserable howls of the demons.
He specifically informed the demons in advance in order to give them ample time to review.
During the past few days, all the demons gathered together during their breaks, using tree branches to write and draw on the ground, trying to memorize the magic words.
There were always more than a dozen demons crowded in front of the grocery store. The old nightmare demon Kuji's roar of disappointment could be heard even by the demons in the textile factory. He poked the heads of the demons one by one, scolding them all, whether they were goblins, winged demons, familiars or nightmare demons: "How come you can't write this magic text! The king has clearly said it more than ten times! Even an old guy like me can remember it!"
The tense and short review time was quickly over, and the demons nervously faced their first magic test.
Warren did not intend to embarrass them, and wanted to build some confidence in the demons who studied hard, so the questions were basically very simple. Except for common words such as potatoes, eggs, and meat, the questions were about writing mathematical characters, which most demons could write correctly.
The only relatively difficult question was the one that allowed the demons to think freely.
"Make a sentence using the word 'happy'."
The Winged Demon Feiwu held the branch and wrote quickly: I am very happy that I caught a violent giant wolf today.
The Nightmare Demon Sur also wrote without hesitation: Learning magic runes is something that makes me happy.
Of course, there were also demons with sad faces, trying hard to think about what words they could write, and then writing them one by one.
After seeing the words "Meat, ahwu, happy", "Golden scarf (crossed out) coin Yuanyuan is super happy", and even a slate that couldn't even write happy and could only write "Hahahahahaha", Warren took a deep breath, decided to hold his anger for a while, and walked back to the podium.
I will let those two liches enchant a few thousand more stone tablets tomorrow, he thought angrily. I will take another test in a few days. If they fail again, I will capture these demons and bring them to the Demon King's palace, and I will give them one-on-one lessons!
It has to be said that although these two liches seemed stupid and slow in dealing with the Lich Chief and the little liches, their magical abilities were impeccable and they completed their tasks neatly and efficiently, making them very useful tool magics.
It would be great if we could capture a few more liches and bring them to the Demon King's Palace. Warren couldn't help but fantasize about it, but then he quickly suppressed this unrealistic idea.
The Lich Clan is one of the four major clans in the Demon Realm. If he attacks them, regardless of whether he can win, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the other clans, and it will easily lead to the four clans uniting to target the Demon Palace.
Let’s talk about it later, Warren thought regretfully, there is still a lot of time and he will always have a chance.
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"Will and Harlan haven't returned to their tribe yet, and there's still no trace of Tok!"
A dozen liches gathered at the entrance of the Lich Chief's cave, blocking Chief Feko's way, and spoke in a fierce tone.
"Chief, aren't you going to do something? You swore to treat Tok as your own cub. Have you forgotten?"
The lich leader Feko looked at the group of liches coldly.
"When the rebellion ended, it was Tok who left the team and ran to the Demon King's Palace, offending the current Demon King," he said coldly, "Do you want the Lich Clan to attack the Demon King's Palace again and end up with the extermination of the clan?"
"So are we going to abandon Tok?" a lich shouted angrily, "We once sent Chief Pikachu to kill the Demon King alone for the survival of our tribe. Now we are going to abandon his cubs for the same reason?"
A fleeting hint of murderous intent flashed across Fico's eyes.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a gentle tone: "You are right, we should not give up Tok. Let's put it this way, you will volunteer to go to the Demon King's Palace as envoys to negotiate with the Demon King. As long as Tok can be returned, the Lich Clan is willing to pay any price."
The liches quieted down.
In fact, they all vaguely knew that the little lich Tok was probably in danger. After all, he had provoked the powerful Demon King, who was not a kind angel. In this case, if they went to the Demon King's Palace, their ending would most likely be the same as the two liches Will and Harlan who left before, and they would never return to the tribe again.
After a moment of silence, a lich choked up and said, "I'll sign up. I'd rather die than abandon the clan leader again. Even if there is a slight possibility, I will bring Tok back to the clan."
The liches lowered their heads, tears falling into the dirt.
"I'm signing up, too."
"I want to go too. When we find Tok, I will blow myself up to cover your retreat!"
"You wish. I will definitely explode before you do! If I can see the clan leader after I die, he will touch my head and praise me!"
Lich Chieftain Feko stood there in silence, looking at the dozen liches in front of him who kept calling him Chieftain, but it was obvious that none of them were talking about him. He gritted his teeth and nodded in a worried look: "Okay, then you all go together. The more people there are, the greater the hope of finding Tok!"
Anyway, Tok had died a long time ago. When these liches arrived at the Demon King's palace and heard the news of Tok's death, they impulsively attacked the Demon King, and they would inevitably end up being killed without a burial place.
Watching the liches walk away, Feko turned around and left without any reluctance, sneering in his heart.
If there are still liches who are ignorant enough to find Tok, he will never stop them. Let these stubborn bastards die!
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