Chapter 81

There is no sun or light in the Demon King's Castle all year round, from morning till night, every day, every night.

When the Demon King Nekomus opened his eyes on his bed, a blood moon hung outside the window, reflected in his scarlet eyes. He identified the time from the position of the moon. As expected, he overslept again today.

Nekomus looked at the clock placed not far away, and the hand on it pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon. It was later than yesterday.

The clock was found in a human city not long ago. The demons only regarded it as a strange decoration, and no demon would dare to break into the bedroom of the supreme demon king.

For now, Nekomus likes this clock very much.

After getting a clock, he no longer needed to rely on the unchanging moon in the sky to tell the time of the day. Then he found that in the human concept of time, he overslept every day. Fortunately, there is no day or night in the Demon King's Castle, and no other demons noticed this.

He put on a similar black robe in the closet, tasted the bloody demon beast meat that he had eaten for hundreds of years, and listened to the demon generals below talking about the recent attacks and battles against humans. Nekomis yawned lazily, and it was another unchanging day in the Demon King's Castle.

If I had known, I should not have finished reading the storybook passed down from humans in one breath last night. While listening to the reports from his subordinates, Nekomis stared into the air.

"…Your Majesty? Your Majesty the Demon King? Your Majesty Nekomus!"

The demon general below raised his voice and called back the Demon King's mind.

Nekomus replied calmly: "Yes."

"Then..." The demon general looked at him with admiration, his face full of respect and fear for the Demon King: "According to your idea, we should..."

In fact, he didn't hear anything just now. Nekomus said skillfully: "Just do as you think."

The demon general immediately became excited, and he didn't know what he thought in his mind, and he said incoherently: "Yes! This time, I will definitely not let you down and capture the human city in one fell swoop!"

Nekomus nodded expressionlessly: "I believe you."

What human city?

I didn't hear it at all.

Forget it, none of this matters.

His subordinates all have a strong sense of self-management. They can arrange everything for themselves without him giving orders. He only needs to sit on the throne and listen to their reports as usual.

Since he became the Demon King, every day, every day has been like this.

However...

after another unchanging meeting, Nekonos thought: This kind of life has been going on for hundreds of years. Isn't it too boring?

In the storybooks that were smuggled from humans, there is always a hero who can defeat the Demon King. So, when will the human hero come?

If necessary, he could pretend to be defeated and then ride his dragon to other places on the continent. However, he didn't know if there were any demons at that time, which was a bit of a headache...

Wait, was it because the days of being a demon king were too boring that he defeated the previous demon king?

While thinking, Nekomus walked out of the gloomy castle. Several blood bats flew around him. He put on the hood of his robe to cover the demon's unique goat horns. He planned to sneak out through the familiar secret passage and take a look at the human city. Maybe there would be a new story.

The path was near the territory of his pet black dragon. All along, the black dragon Savile helped him keep this secret.

After all, if other demons knew that their demon king often sneaked into human cities, there would definitely be a big fuss.

Demon King Nekomus walked on the familiar road, but before entering the secret passage, he smelled a strange fragrance.

It was like the spices commonly used in human food, but more pungent than those spices. The moment he smelled it, his brain reacted as a precondition reflex -

gulp. Nekomus swallowed.

He remembered the monster meat he had eaten today, the most classic cooking method of the demons, fresh, with blood, and only sprinkled with some special flavor seasoning powder of the Demon King's City. The original taste was not as tempting as the fragrance he smelled at this moment.

"Saville."

The demon king walked to the cave where his pet lived, and an evil voice came from inside, "What are you doing in there? There is a fragrance coming out."

The sound of the black dragon chewing stopped, and the sound in the dragon cave also disappeared.

After a moment, the black dragon poked out its upper body from inside, and its golden eyes looked coldly at the demon in front of it. The lines of the dragon's body were cold and smooth, and the scales on its body were as healthy as obsidian. Just looking at the appearance, it was a beautiful and powerful dragon.

The only flaw was the large piece of dried meat in the black dragon's mouth.

The fragrance came from these dried meat.

Nekombus asked, "What is this?"

"This is sent to me by a messenger from Serego." The black dragon chewed the jerky and said vaguely, "It's the meat of a Gru beef, but it tastes much better than usual."

By the way, what it is tasting now is the new flavor of jerky in Dore City.

After the harvest of chili peppers and other condiments in the farmland, chili peppers have become the special condiment of Dore City. Now the residents of Dore City like to use the recipe provided by Jiangli to make jerky, adding chili peppers and other spices. The

processed Gru beef jerky is many times more delicious than the raw one, and the black dragon can't stop eating it.

It said vaguely: "That guy Serego... slurp... do you usually eat so well?"

Nekomus: "I want some too."

"There's only one left..." The black dragon said: "It's in my mouth... slurp."

Nekomus: "..."

The black dragon chewed the jerky in his mouth and stretched out his claws. In his claws, he was holding a letter that was sent by the flying monster along with the jerky. The letter was written in dragon language.

"Serego also wrote me a letter." The black dragon: "But I haven't had time to read it yet. This jerky is so delicious."

The demon king Nekomus asked: "Who is Serego?"

"It's my fellow red guy. The last time we met, we had a fight and it bit my tail." The black dragon stretched out its tail. It was visible to the naked eye that there was a deep tooth mark there. Where the tooth mark was, the black dragon scales that should have covered it were nowhere to be seen. It complained, "My tail can't be healed."

The demon king Nekomis was powerless to do anything about it.

Perhaps the clergy of the church would have some solutions, but the magic of the demons would only make its wounds worse.

"What did he say in the letter?" Nekomus asked, "Did he mention the origin of this jerky?"

"Let me see."

The black dragon swallowed the jerky in his mouth, licked the remaining spices on his teeth, and raised the letter in his hand with lingering feelings.

Unfortunately, the letter did not explain the origin of the jerky.

The jerky sent with the letter was not a gift for a friend, but a bribe.

The red dragon wrote in the dragon language in the letter: [… Nails, scales, blood, anything! Just send me everything you have! Only dragon stuff! ]

The black dragon felt a chill, and the letter in his claws was quickly extinguished by the sudden rise of black flames.

"What do the Serego guys want to do?!"

The black dragon shook his body, but he couldn't shake off the hairy feeling that followed him like a shadow, as if his body was coveted. Thinking back to the jerky he had just eaten, it seemed that there was something that shouldn't be there, and he suddenly felt his stomach churning.

Obviously, the dragon's stomach acid can corrode most of the world's everything, and it is not afraid of most of the world's poisons, and that jerky is just a normal jerky with some delicious jerky.

"Toenails and scales are fine, they fall off normally, but... blood?!"

The black dragon was startled, and the scales on its tail stood up: "Could it be that the guy wants to curse me?"

The black dragon bared its sharp teeth, raised its head to the void, and roared with its teeth and claws: "That damn guy! You can't beat me with your own skills, so you want to rely on these despicable means!?"

"You didn't expect that I have already figured out his trick!"

"Cerego! Serego! Damn guy! I'm going to bite off his head and corrode his internal organs with venom... No! I want to curse him first!"

"Unless he apologizes to me, Saville will never forgive him!"

Nekomus: "..."

The giant dragon rolled in the cave, roaring fiercely inside. The dragon roared continuously, and the whole mountain was shaking. The monsters unique to the demon world ran away in panic.

Demon King Nekomus wrapped his black robe tightly and drove away the blood bats surrounding him. He put aside the noise caused by his pet's madness and walked into his secret passage in disappointment.

When he walked out of the passage, he had already left the Demon King's City and was at the junction of the demon clan and human territory.

Using magic to cover up the difference in appearance, and suppressing the aura of the demon clan to the lowest level, almost making it disappear, he disguised himself as a human. On the way to the human city, Nekomuro absentmindedly thought about the strange fragrance. It

smells so good, really so good.

Has the food outside the Demon King's Castle become so delicious?