◎The Demon King's Palace's First Open Recruitment Conference◎
The magic crystal bell rang, and the melodious sound echoed in the Demon King's palace.
Hundreds of demons gathered in the small square in front of the lava lake, looking up at the banner above their heads that read "The First Open Recruitment Conference of the Demon King's Palace", with visible tension on their faces.
Under their expectant gaze, the magic soldier captain Arabella walked over from a distance.
She imitated her own king and clapped her hands vigorously, signaling all the demons present to keep quiet.
"Congratulations to everyone for passing the math and magic basics exams, and for becoming excellent candidates for the Demon King's Palace through your hard work during this period of time. Now, I declare that the Demon King's Palace's first open recruitment conference has officially begun! The recruitment officers for each position are already in place, please line up in an orderly manner, and I wish everyone can get the job they want!"
This impassioned speech was not met with cheers.
The demons present were so nervous that they didn't even bother to applaud. They were all gasping for air in low voices.
Most of the demons recalled what they had learned, their tails tapping the ground anxiously. Some even had a blank mind and were anxiously biting their fingertips and muttering to themselves.
The goblin Barlow pricked up his ears curiously, wanting to listen to what the demon was mumbling, but all he heard was "May the king bless you" and "Should I kneel down and worship the demon king's palace for good luck?" He almost choked on his lava slime bubble tea with laughter.
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He shook his head, drank the tea in one gulp, straightened his jacket, maintained a serious posture, took out a flag with "Farming Team" written on it, and stuck it into the crevice of the stone in the small square.
Under the fluttering flags, six tables were lined up, each with a triangular stone on it, with the name of each team engraved on it. The rightmost team was the roast chicken breeding team, whose leader, the demon Hulu, wore a small bow tie and looked energetic as he looked at the demons who came to apply for the job.
The demon rubbed the corner of his clothes nervously, not daring to raise his head, and stood huddled in place.
Although he went to the roasted chicken farming class on time every night, the familiar Hulu only served as the lecturer of the first class. In that class, he spoke very seriously about the qualities required for roasted chicken farming, such as patience and carefulness. Speaking of the difficulties and hardships of roasted chicken farming, he told the demons in a stern tone that if they did not have a firm enough belief, they should not choose roasted chicken farming as their future career.
Although Mozu felt that he was quite determined, he was still very afraid of this stern captain, and was even more afraid that he would behave abnormally.
"Hello," the familiar Hulu smiled at him and asked in a friendly manner, "Bree, right? I remember you. Don't be nervous, just answer a few questions. I believe you can do your best."
Bray blinked and raised his head, a little surprised that the familiar Hulu could remember his name.
He looked at his familiar Hulu's relaxed smile, and suddenly felt that this was different from the fierce captain in his impression. He swallowed hard, and for some reason, he slowly calmed down.
Hulu picked up the slate and did not mention that he had memorized the names of all the students in the roast chicken breeding class yesterday. He thought about how the king had taught him before, and nodded to Bray with his eyes bent: "First question, how much red stone does a roast chicken consume every day?"
He knew the answer to this question. Bray took a deep breath and felt as if the huge rock hanging in his heart had been lifted off his chest.
"This question depends on the situation," he organized his words and answered fluently, "It depends on the weight and age of the roasted chicken. The best amount of red stone for an adult roasted chicken to consume per day is a whole basket of the smallest rattan basket..."
The familiar Hulu listened attentively, and occasionally said "hmm" in agreement, encouraging Bray to continue.
This question-and-answer scene was not only seen at the table of the roast chicken breeding team, but the entire square was carrying out recruitment activities in an orderly manner. The demons whose turn it was not were waiting nervously a few meters away. Some were scratching their heads while doing the final review, some were nervously drawing circles on the ground, and some were even kneeling on the ground, kowtowing towards the direction of the Demon King's Palace.
Warren, who was watching from afar in the stone house, couldn't help but twitch his lips: "What are they doing? I can't cast a spell to make them do well in the exam."
"You can," said Tok, quietly but firmly. "You can do anything. It's just that you are too just and wise to do it."
Warren laughed and held his forehead.
When did this kid's filter for himself become so deep?
He patted Tok's shoulder and said, "I finally have a day off. You don't want to accompany me to the job fair all the time, do you? There is a new swing square next to the Dark Iron Dwarf's stone house. You can go and play for a while."
Tok shook his head and rubbed against Warren again, showing his determination to stay here.
The underground magma river circulation system he designed for the potato planting team has been officially put into use and is operating well, making the originally busy planting team members a lot more relaxed. They have begun discussing reclaiming another piece of Gobi desert to plant potatoes.
In order to commend Tok's outstanding contribution, the goblin Barlow asked the Demon King to award Tok a gold trophy and three silver coins, and gave him two days of paid leave.
Tok originally wanted to use these two days to go to the Lich Tribe's territory to rescue Tono - with the help of the teleportation gloves, a round trip would only take a few minutes - but Warren thought about it and was still worried about letting the underage cub do such a dangerous thing.
He discussed with Tok that the task of rescuing Tono should be done by other liches in the Demon King's Palace, while Tok's task was to become stronger. When the Demon King's Palace attacked the liches, if Tok could defeat Alex, he would let Tok be the vanguard of the attack.
Tok was confused for a while. He thought that although the liches in the Demon King's Palace were stupid, it was enough to rescue Tono. He really wanted to fight for the king. He didn't necessarily have to fight the liches. As long as the king's reputation could spread throughout the Demon Realm and all the demons would bow down to the king, he didn't care which tribe he attacked. "My king, do we have to defeat Alec in a frontal battlefield?"
Warren tilted his head.
"Of course," he said, and couldn't help rubbing Tok's hairy head. Because he could see that Tok wasn't asking seriously, his answer was more joking. "You don't want to curse Alec, do you? He's your comrade, and we're all part of the Demon King's Palace. You can't do such a thing."
Tok agreed seriously.
He had no intention of really cursing Alex, he just wanted to secretly remind his king that the lich clan had many insidious methods and he must never trust any lich casually - including his soon-to-be brother Tono.
Or, especially, his brother Tono.
"Pikachu, the former leader of the Lich Clan, extracted many kinds of curse methods from the Curse Magic Book and taught them to the Liches of the Lich Clan."
Speaking of his biological father, Toke did not feel the slightest bit of emotional fluctuation. He just remembered how Fico had mentioned Pikachu in front of him countless times in a ferocious manner, and he could not help but move closer to the Demon King.
"Some curses, although the materials are difficult to gather, are silent when used and can easily kill a great demon. For example, the withering curse is a taboo among the lich clan. If a demon is caught off guard by such a curse, even if the demon is several times stronger than the demon that cast the curse, it will only age instantly in pain and eventually wither and die."
Warren tapped the Demon King's crown with his fingers and said nothing. However, thinking of the debuff of [Curse of the Blood Wolf Chieftain] that he had not been able to resolve so far, he couldn't help but feel a little unsure.
"If I gather all the materials, I can also use the Withering Curse," Tok gently pulled the corner of the Demon King's clothes, "Feco has been guarding against me getting in touch with knowledge related to curses, but he doesn't understand that if you are talented enough, you don't need to learn the curse knowledge extracted by the Pikachu leader. As long as you feel the curse breath of the Cursed Grimoire, you can decompose and capture the power of the Cursed Grimoire yourself."
He was like a little peacock showing off his feathers, trying hard to demonstrate his strength, looking eagerly at the Demon King, the hope in his eyes almost turning into reality.
Warren shook his head and tapped his head gently. He had no way of matching this spoiled little lich with the gloomy and autistic child half a year ago. "Okay, you said so much, but you just want to join the army, right?"
Hearing the softening of the Demon King's tone, Toke's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.
"If you join the army, you will have to train and fight with the demon soldiers," Warren asked, "Are you sure it's okay?"
Even in the potato planting team, Tok rarely interacted with other team members, but worked silently without saying a word. Fortunately, most of the demons knew his past experience and his status as a cub, and took good care of Tok, never caring about such small issues.
But in the military, it is not as simple as a partnership. Whether it is hunting, training or patrolling, unity and cooperation are required. No matter how strong you are, it is absolutely not feasible to act alone.
Warren also hopes that Tok can make more friends, but new kittens have to be fed in isolation and allowed to adapt little by little, rather than just throwing them into a group of Huskies all at once.
"I'm fine," Tok insisted. He knew that his current magical ability was only a little stronger. If they had to fight head-on, any demon soldier would be able to subdue him within three moves. In any case, he needed more training. "I can cooperate with other demons."
"That's fine," Warren smiled, "Then starting tomorrow, you'll go to math and magic classes."
"Okay?" Tok opened his eyes wide in confusion. "Magic class?"
"Now the army recruits new soldiers who have to pass the math and magic exams, and then go through military selection and interviews," Warren raised his chin and motioned Tok to come and see the recruitment selection going on in the small square, "Or do you want me to cheat secretly for you?"
Tok immediately raised his tail: "No! I can do it!"
He would never let the king's reputation be damaged because of him. It's just learning mathematics and writing magic words, he will definitely be able to do it!
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