Chapter 267: Demon King, You

Before dusk, in the study of the Lord's Mansion in Black Wind Castle, it was quiet and warm.

The fire in the fireplace jumped gently, occasionally emitting a crisp crackling sound, illuminating that handsome profile.

Sitting at the elegant wisteria wood table, Luo Yan, with a meticulous expression, was seriously reviewing the documents in his hand.

The silver candlestick at the corner of the table swayed with flickering candlelight, just like the magic crystal lamp post standing high in the distance outside the window, illuminating the chimneys and furnace fires of Black Wind Castle that never stopped.

Hearing You You, floating in the room, restrained herself from making a single sound, for fear of disturbing the Demon King's thinking.

Although the Demon King didn't spend much time busy, it happened to be his working time now.

About three months ago, when Luo Yan first arrived in Black Wind Castle, he planned to build a railway connecting Black Wind Castle and Gray Shiling to pull the minerals there directly to the magic crystal cannon factory, reducing the cost of logistics circulation.

This was the most economical approach.

Not only could it reduce the production cost of the magic crystal cannon factory, but it could also further strengthen the infrastructure of Black Wind Castle and increase the hardware conditions for developing other industries.

However, at that time, he was at odds with the Delagon family, and due to the obstruction of Elder Zakro, he had never had time to push this matter forward, so the railway project was shelved.

Until some time ago, with the help of Mr. Festin, he entered the parliament and became a respected Councilor, and the whole thing suddenly became simple.

He didn't even take the initiative to push it; the lord of Gray Shiling took the initiative to find him through someone, not only selling him the mining rights of his territory, but also giving him 50 years of railway operating rights, letting him toss as he pleased, even building the railway into the local urban area.

And the Demon Capital side was even easier. The Minister of the Interior had just warmly chatted with him while holding his hand, and the War Department rushed over anxiously, warmly inviting him to build a military route from Black Wind Castle to the Demon Capital to see if it was as efficient as he said, and as for the expenses, of course, the Logistics Department would pay for it.

Actually, Luo Yan understood their changing speed and didn't feel surprised at all.

He certainly knew that whether the railway was easy to use or not was not the most critical point; the critical point was whether this technology could be pushed to the end.

If he wasn't strong enough and it rotted halfway, that would be the biggest loss for Hell, and for the high-level demons of the War Department and the Interior Department, it would be a bad account that couldn't be balanced, and they could only wait for the next Elder Zakro to jump out by himself.

Hell and the Os Empire had been fighting for a thousand years without a winner, and they weren't in a hurry for a year or two.

It wasn't just the railway infrastructure plan around Black Wind Castle that had made significant progress, but also the expansion plan for the goblin community, the street renovation project, the new production lines about to be added to the magic crystal cannon factory, and the improvement plan for the No. 2 experimental equipment, etc.

These were all tasks related to production or supporting generation.

Luo Yan liked to accumulate a pile of work of the same type together, and then connect them in series to finish them off at once.

This was much more efficient than hitting east and west.

Finally finishing the last document, Luo Yan signed his name at the end of the document, then threw it into the drawer on the right, and threw a letter he had just written to Little Black No. 5, asking it to send it to his parliamentary office.

The little guy hanging upside down on the standing stick chirped, then flew happily out the window with the letter in its mouth, disappearing into the darkness in the distance after a while.

Luo Yan leaned back in his chair and stretched.

Seeing that he was finally busy, Hearing You You, who had been bored for a long time, excitedly stuck to him like she had been released from prison, chirping around him.

"Demon King, Demon King, something big is wrong!"

Looking at the milky white mist floating in the glass window, Luo Yan said casually and unhurriedly.

"What happened again."

He guessed it definitely wasn't a big deal, otherwise Hearing You You wouldn't have calmly held it in until now, so he picked up the teacup on the table, but almost sprayed it out after taking a sip.

"You've been served on the table!"

Struggling to digest this thunderous statement, Luo Yan coughed and put the teacup back on the tray, only recovering his dignified demeanor after a while.

"What the hell is served on the table?"

Hearing You You spun in the sky, her voice pleasant.

"It's just the literal meaning! 'Demon King Pot' is very popular in the Demon Capital now!"

Luo Yan: "...?"

What is Demon King Pot?

Luo Yan just wanted to ask where she heard it, but soon realized that this was also a kind of faith in a sense.

Hearing You You might not know which person started spreading it, but knowing this thing itself was nothing surprising.

Sure enough.

He opened the system interface and took a look. The growth of daily faith and the like actually jumped from 50,000 to 60,000!

You must know, this was even without having a temple of his own in the local area! The vast majority of demons who worshipped him did so by regarding him as the chosen one of the Demon God.

If there were temples and acolytes here like in Beifeng City, the growth of faith power would probably have to add a zero!

"This stuff... is it made by players?" Luo Yan subconsciously thought of his players with open brains, and it was them who made trouble again in the future.

However, Hearing You You shook her head and continued excitedly.

"No, no! This time it's not entirely because of players, although it has something to do with players..."

Saying that, Hearing You You excitedly told Luo Yan the story of "Grave Bottom Fishing" that she learned from the official forum. Including the efforts and attempts made by the three players to open the catering market in Black Wind Castle, including how they cleverly completed the localization of the product, and their next plans.

Luo Yan also had a dumbfounded expression after listening, not knowing how to evaluate it.

Hearing You You continued excitedly.

"Later, a goblin merchant brought this gourmet food, which was said to come from the Great Graveyard, back to the Demon Capital! He probably felt that the name hot pot was not domineering enough, so he changed it to Demon King Pot, and it instantly opened up sales in the Demon Capital! Whether it's the citizens of Black Wind Castle or the nobles, they all like it very much, and I heard the price is not cheap!"

"This group of guys," Luo Yan rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly, "are really idle enough... instead of having that time, they might as well do a few tasks."

He originally thought he had seen all kinds of outrageous behavior of players, and couldn't be more outrageous, but he didn't expect that this time it exceeded his expectations again, directly serving him on the dining table.

However, seeing that they didn't cause too much disturbance, he didn't intend to bother with them.

The demons of the Demon Capital are happy to see it, that's their business, he wasn't that petty yet.

Besides, he wasn't the only Demon King.

Hearing You You gloated and covered her mouth with an abstract palm, stealing a laugh.

"How about it? Demon King, do you want to punish them? After all, they are doing business under your banner without your permission."

"Punish who? Those goblins who opened hot pot restaurants in the Demon Capital without authorization?" Luo Yan smiled and shook his head, "They are doing Demon King Pot, not Luo Yan Pot... but you reminded me, it's better for us to register a trademark."

Promoting the culture of the Great Graveyard was not necessarily a bad thing; in the short term, it could increase the power of faith, and in the long term, it could undermine the Demon God's foundation.

However, letting this trend continue to grow wildly, it is hard to guarantee that it will not become a situation of "success because of goblins, failure because of goblins."

Luo Yan pondered for a moment, waved his magic wand, and let the floating quill write on the notebook.

"How to package Demon King Pot is the freedom of major chambers of commerce in the Demon Capital, but Demon King Pot with the seal of the Black Wind Castle Lord's Mansion is another matter... I require you to register a trademark in the name of the Lord's Mansion and declare that only products with this mark are truly recognized by the Demon King. And to get the Demon King's recognition, you must pass the quality inspection standards set by the Demon King, and products without this mark have nothing to do with the Great Graveyard."

Pausing for a moment, he continued to narrate.

"Since it's under my banner, don't add strange things to the pot, and don't let the guests get sick!"

After the quill finished writing, it fell quietly into the pen holder.

Luo Yan stamped his seal on the paper, intending to hand it to the butler of the Lord's Mansion later, asking the latter to push this matter forward.

After it is implemented, he will tell Miss Aishabel, the "gold-medal reporter" of the "Abyss Times," and announce it in the newspaper.

This guy has been doing well in the newspaper office recently, and seems to be almost a shareholder of the newspaper office. Asking her to do a small thing is just a greeting for him.

At this time, the office door was gently knocked, and the old butler's voice came steadily from outside: "Demon King Majesty, Miss Mi Ya is here, hoping to see you."

Luo Yan was planning to hand over the registration and certification of the trademark to him, but the sudden visitor made him slightly stunned.

Before he could respond, the door was pushed open in a rush, and then a familiar figure slipped into the door lightly, looking at him with a bad smile, the corners of her mouth curled with a confident arc.

"... Heh heh heh, didn't expect it, student Luo Yan, this lady will personally come to your office to inspect the work."

The old butler looked back at this little ancestor in surprise, not expecting her to follow, and then looked at the Demon King with a wry smile, only feeling relieved and leaving after the latter nodded to indicate, and closed the door.

"It's not that I didn't expect it, it's not your first time here," Luo Yan smiled warmly and made a gesture of please sit.

"Just sit wherever you want."

Mi Ya didn't be polite, sat on the sofa beside the bookshelf, put her white and slender legs on her knees, looked at the burning fireplace and fanned with her palm.

"Opening the fireplace in the middle of the day, don't you feel hot?"

"Is there any difference between day and night in Hell? I just feel that the light is better, it doesn't matter if it's hot or not." Luo Yan said casually, gently waving his magic wand, letting the silver teapot float up, and elegantly poured a cup of tea for Miss Mi Ya.

Mi Ya held the teacup and took a small sip, then put the teacup aside, and muttered something without looking for a topic.

"By the way, why aren't you in the office of the Parliament Building? I went several times and you weren't there..."

Luo Yan couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"Who would stay there for nothing... didn't you ask your dad before you went out?"

Mi Ya pouted and looked away.

"Who knows where that guy went... he is mysterious all day long, and didn't tell me."

Luo Yan: "Then... Lady Serina?"

"They always disappear together..." Mi Ya suddenly showed a pitiful expression, looking at Luo Yan, "Don't you think it's too much? It's been like this since I was a child, every day when I wake up, I'm the only one left in the main building of the manor..."

Hmm.

That's a loving couple.

Luo Yan tried to think about it, but couldn't find any other reason, but he felt sorry for this guy for a second... although it was only a second.

After all, waking up in the manor is better than in the temple, he really couldn't empathize.

Mi Ya's eyes turned, and she suddenly jumped up from the sofa, on a whim.

"Let's go! Don't sit here, let's go out for a walk!"

"Where to?"

"Of course, go to the street for a walk! This is your territory, shouldn't you personally inspect your territory?" Mi Ya raised her eyebrows, her tone saying it was a matter of course.

"Black Wind Castle... what's there to walk around? This is an industrial zone, except for factories, it's goblins." Luo Yan said helplessly, but still stood up from the chair.

"But, but this is your labor achievement after all!" Mi Ya hugged her chest, raised her head, and said proudly, "As a cadre of the Demon King Management Department, of course, I have to personally inspect the Demon King's political achievements!"

She specifically emphasized the words "cadre of the Demon King Management Department," but that arrogant expression carried a hint of guilty conscience, as if she was afraid that Luo Yan would refute her authority.

Luo Yan looked at her arrogant yet unconfident appearance, and felt amused in his heart.

He knew what she was worried about.

Nothing more than worrying that after becoming a Councilor, he would look down on the position of "Demon King," and even no longer be "afraid" of her.

However, having said that, this guy probably misunderstood. He hadn't been afraid of her when he was in class before, and it was occasional to make her cry with a bronze body... although this was not worth being proud of.

In short, he didn't deal with her because of the Padriqi family, and he had always kept in mind her company and care, and was often grateful.

Looking at that cute appearance of worrying about gains and losses, he couldn't help but smile and gently patted her head.

"Alright, my eldest lady, I will accompany you for a trip."

Hearing that voice with a hint of doting, Mi Ya's face instantly bloomed with a happy smile.

However, soon, she realized that her emotions were exposed, and hurriedly coughed, trying to cover up that hidden joy with her raised nose and chin.

"Cough—! Then... Luo, student Luo Yan, hurry up and take your superior to see it, let me see how your reconstruction work is going!" She puffed out her chest, trying to give orders in a majestic tone.

Seeing her so into the play, Luo Yan couldn't help but make a joke with interest.

"Then... dear Miss Mi Ya, where do you want to start inspecting my work?"

Unexpectedly, her defense was still as low as ever. At the moment of hearing the word "dear," a blush spread along her white earlobes, even if it was just a written humble word.

Although she tried to cover up her shyness with an arrogant expression, that subtle change in expression betrayed her, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"... Hmph, heh heh... sweet talk is useless to this officer."

Luo Yan smiled, a flash of cunning light in his eyes.

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" Mi Ya answered immediately and decisively.

—But undoubtedly, her earlobes were redder, even red to her cheeks.

Without continuing to tease the cute Miss Mi Ya, Luo Yan thought for a while and looked out the window.

"I do remember a good place... by the way, can you eat spicy food?"

"Spicy? Well, it's okay." Mi Ya's eyes drifted slightly, swallowing her saliva, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible tension.

It seems it's not okay.

Luo Yan was about to change places.

Suddenly, a light laughter came from outside the window, carrying a hint of mischief.

"Giggle... can't even eat chili, as expected of a trash succubus... little kid, hurry home, night is the time for adults, understand?"

Luo Yan was slightly stunned and looked back subconsciously.

Only to see a familiar figure sitting on the windowsill—a girl in a dark purple dress, looking at him with a smile.

He recognized that dress; it was bought when they went shopping last time.

"Vivian?!"

Mi Ya's eyes widened, staring at the girl on the windowsill in a daze, her awkward expression like eating a fly.

When did this guy come?!

"Why are you sitting on the windowsill, come down quickly." Luo Yan coughed, his voice carrying a hint of severity.

Vivian was very obedient, her shoulders trembled, and she immediately jumped down from the windowsill obediently, and then ran up "thump thump thump" amidst the butler's exclamation.

The wooden door was rushed open by a gust of wind, and she occupied Luo Yan's arm with lightning speed, acting like a spoiled child with a sweet voice that made people want to get goosebumps.

"Brother! Vivian is not picky, whether it's chili or green pepper, I can eat it! Let that picky succubus go eat garbage, you take me!"

"..." Luo Yan looked at her silently, unable to catch her words for a while.

Mi Ya was completely stunned, and the next second, her peach-heart-shaped tail stood up like an antenna.

"Hey! Why are you occupying his arm?!"

Vivian blinked, not only gripping her ten fingers tightly, but also squeezing forward hard: "Of course it's acting like a spoiled child, otherwise what else can I do? After all, I am his dear sister, isn't it normal for us to have a good relationship? Unlike some people who only know how to grab other people's brother."

"You you you—!"

Dear Miss Mi Ya probably met her nemesis this time, stomping her feet and waving her claws in anger, but had no way to deal with it.

Fight?

Doesn't seem to be able to win.

Reason?

This guy doesn't even talk about logic.

Complain?

People who complain about this little ancestor can line up from the Demon Capital to Black Wind Castle, and every time Prince Kelin hears it, he just laughs and says "this child is like me," making the people who complain have nothing to say.

Looking at the Vivian making faces and the Miss Mi Ya gnashing her teeth in anger, Luo Yan scolded in a low voice.

"Vivian, speak properly."

"Woo..."

Hearing that scolding voice, Vivian's small face, which was proud a second ago, instantly revealed a grievance expression, her eyes slightly moist, shrinking her body, tightening her knees, and the pitiful appearance made people unable to say heavy words.

Even if he knew she was pretending.

Honestly, Luo Yan would occasionally reflect on whether he was too strict with a little girl in her rebellious period?

Perhaps a gentler tone would be better.

However, just half a second after he thought so, Vivian suddenly raised her tearful pretty face, the corners of her sad mouth raised slightly, and a flash of cunning light flashed in her moist eyes.

Whenever she was about to start a prank, she would unconsciously reveal that proud smile.

"Oh ho ho ho... dear brother, although I don't want to use this move, but... you forced me!"

Luo Yan: "...?"

She suddenly let go of the hand holding Luo Yan's arm, turned around elegantly, flew up and down like a butterfly, and sat lightly on the edge of the desk.

Mi Ya looked at her blankly, not knowing what she was going to play again.

Luo Yan was also confused by her, not understanding what this little guy was going to do, but his toes had already tightened in advance.

Vivian didn't speak, just put her legs on her knees, then made a saintly expression, reaching out slightly, her demeanor dignified.

"Squat down—"

The air went quiet for a moment, leaving only the occasional crackle from the fireplace.

The air was quiet for an instant, leaving only a crackling sound occasionally in the fireplace.

Mi Ya was completely stunned, looking at Luo Yan with confused eyes, and the latter looked at her with confused eyes.

—Is this guy crazy?

Vivian, who had her eyes closed, jumped her brows, her cheeks flushed slightly, then shook her right hand, and then shook it hard, just like shaking an empty piggy bank.

That elegant noble demeanor couldn't be maintained, the flushed green apple gradually ripened into a red lantern, and the trembling eyelashes exposed the frustration and confusion in her heart.

The next second—

She completely collapsed, her legs kicking wildly, and she screamed and yelled.

"No—! Impossible, how is it possible!?"

That furious appearance was like a kid who secretly stuffed a box of cookies into his pocket in the supermarket, only to be caught on the spot.

And Luo Yan looked at her middle-school expression speechlessly, and only one question remained in his mind—

Is this guy burned out?

However, Mi Ya came back to her senses, touching her chin, her expression solemn.

"Speaking of which... I have heard a rumor that if a vampire grants someone a first embrace, while bestowing the complete bloodline on the other party, it will make the other party their dependent."

"Dependent?" Luo Yan raised his eyebrows.

"It means relative... obtaining the other party's first embrace allows you to use the other party's surname and completely become a member of the other party's family, and the soul level seems to be improved. In exchange, the 'patriarch' can order the dependent, but the more times the order is used, the weaker the binding force, and finally it will disappear completely."

"Some nobles among vampires think that using orders to constrain their dependents is not elegant enough, and usually dependents are their closest people, so there is no need to use them, so they almost never do so... you should not, not have, right?"

Mi Ya looked at Luo Yan cautiously, confirming the expression on his face, as if afraid of hearing an answer other than what she expected.

Vivian's shoulders trembled, her flushed face gradually lost its blood color, and her fluttering legs stopped struggling, trembling like a little lamb watched by a hungry wolf.

Luo Yan certainly couldn't stare at his sister like a hungry wolf. However, he understood the little thoughts in her heart.

Order?

Rebellion!

With a gentle smile on his face, he looked into Vivian's eyes, his tone gentle and elegant.

"Then... Miss Vivian, do you have anything you should explain to me?"

Vivian, who was trying to muddle through, turned pale, as if recalling a terrifying memory.

She swallowed her saliva, but perhaps because she was too nervous, it turned into a hiccup.

"Chirp—"

Suppressing the sound in her mouth, the full-of-frustration Vivian didn't say a word, trembling and crawling down from the wisteria wood table, honestly walking to the sofa, taking off her small black leather shoes, and suddenly throwing herself down like a surrender.

"I woo woo I... was wrong! I won't dare again, you you you... punish me."

After saying that, she couldn't help but "chirp" again, and then, without any promise, quietly raised her head and looked at Luo Yan nervously.

"Light... lighter."

—So you have this kind of relationship?

Mi Ya looked at Luo Yan, that pair of peach-heart pupils that could speak lost their luster, as if even her soul became empty.

Hearing You You was rolling on the ground laughing not far away, the shape reflected in the mirror looked like a swollen jellyfish.

"Hahahaha!"

The room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Uh, it's not what you think... this matter is very complicated."

Luo Yan explained awkwardly, and then glared at Vivian fiercely.

He thought this guy would restrain herself, but someone's shoulders trembled, and her eyes became moist.

Luo Yan took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Alright, I didn't mean to blame you..."