Chapter 512: The Lionheart Knights' Iron Hooves

The iron hooves of the Lionheart Knights came and went like the wind, and the setting sun dyed the sky outside Gelang Village red as blood.

Carrion crows landed on the charred fence, letting out excited cries at the corpses.

It was dinnertime.

Only after confirming that the torrent of steel had vanished beyond the horizon did the old village chief of Gelang Village tremblingly poke his head out from his house.

He beckoned to a few bold, sturdy young men, and clutching shovels and burlap sacks, they shivered as they walked toward the barracks.

The few surviving Kingdom soldiers had also left with the Lionheart Knights; Haigemo needed to take them to the Tribunal to testify, to prove that the people of Laine had not retreated when facing the invasion of evil forces.

They just hadn't won.

Now, the barracks were empty, containing only what the Salvation Army had left behind, including the corpses scattered on the ground.

The cowhide boots on their bodies and the coats that hadn't been burned were all family heirlooms in the eyes of the country folk.

If they were lucky, they might even find a few silver coins.

This was not out of disrespect for the dead; it was simply that times were hard, and leaving them unattended would easily cause them to turn into undead.

Or perhaps trigger a plague.

The old village chief silently made the sign of the cross over his chest, murmuring "dust to dust, earth to earth," before assigning tasks to the young men.

Looking at the corpses lying helter-skelter, one young man hesitated, asking with a shiver.

"Ch-Chief... is it really okay for us to do this?"

The village chief glanced at him.

"Stop with all the nonsense. Just do what I tell you to do."

"Yes, yes!"

The young man gritted his teeth, hesitated no longer, and reached out toward a relatively intact corpse.

The man seemed to have been a decent squad leader in life; the long combat boots on his feet were stained with mud, but the leather was still slick and shiny.

He happened to be in need of boots, so he hugged the boot and pulled back with all his might.

Yet, just at that moment, the damn corpse suddenly twitched and kicked him away.

The young man was kicked backward, rolling once, and before his brain could recover, he heard screams from nearby.

"Damn it!"

"Saint Xisi above, it's the undead!"

"Run!!!"

Undead?!

A jolt went through the young man's entire body, as if a basin of cold water had been poured from his head to his heels.

He opened his eyes wide and watched the person who had kicked him over, who was now like a carp thrown onto the shore, flipping over and sitting up without any warning.

"Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me! Why is this NPC stripping people's clothes? Is he gay?"

"Gay? What's gay?" The corpse on the other side also sat up, shaking its dangling head and looking around.

"... So cold, did I arrive at the North Pole?" The third corpse looked calm, but the calm gibberish sounded like wizard spells to the ears of the surrounding villagers.

Undead who could chant spells were no ordinary undead!

Everyone was terrified, and horrific screams rose one after another. Including the old village chief who had brought people to collect the bodies, the villagers turned and ran toward the village in a panic.

"Hey, don't run! Where's the newbie guide? I'm a total noob, what kind of start is this?!" The corpse-ghost who had jumped up first shouted toward the village, its hoarse cry scaring away the crows waiting for their meal.

"Looks like we're quite lucky... getting pulled into the main storyline as soon as we spawn." The seemingly calm corpse patted its trouser legs and stood at the entrance of the barracks, analyzing the situation calmly.

"Disaster OL" has two types of starts: one is the standard panel, spawning directly in the newbie plaza of the Great Cemetery, with the background identity of an undead summoned by an acolyte.

By accumulating merit, one can change to other professions, and it's said that if you save up enough points, you can even become a succubus.

Many players come here just for that.

The strange thing is, those with 'equipment' want to experience the feeling of not having it, and those without want to experience what it's like to have it.

However, a succubus is considered one of the high-tier demons, so becoming one is still a bit difficult.

Besides the standard start, there is another type of start—the "non-standard start."

This sounds like nonsense, but it's actually not.

If a player checks "accept reassignment" when creating a character, there is a small probability of directly reincarnating as a monster other than an undead, or even a demon... and participating in the ongoing plot in an immersive way!

After the first death, players with a non-standard start will be transferred to a standard start, respawning in the newbie plaza of the Great Cemetery as an undead, carrying contribution points and Netherworld coins.

Currently, they are all lucky ones; the only misfortune is that the reassignment was for nothing, as a corpse-ghost is only one level higher than an undead.

【Loneliness as Blood】: "... If my understanding of the plot is correct, we should be Holy Spirits."

【Burning Dermatitis】: "What kind of thing is that?"

【Loneliness as Blood】: "The expansion pack from last spring, go check the official website yourself."

【Burning Dermatitis】: "What do we do now?"

【Loneliness as Blood】: "Don't know, maybe the Salvation Army is nearby? Let's go find them in the forest first."

In the blink of an eye, thirty or so "Holy Spirits" were already standing at the entrance of the barracks, all looking around with curiosity.

Some were punching the air, some were taking off their pants on the spot, or jumping up and down.

In short, there weren't many normal ones.

Just as they were talking, a figure seemed to emerge from the distant forest, waving toward them.

The players' eyes lit up; the newbie guide had finally arrived, and they all ran over happily.

Some didn't just run over; they also picked up the shovels and muskets scattered on the ground.

Veteran players would definitely look down on this junk, but noobs aren't picky.

Manual pickup!

Activated!

One player grabbed an iron shovel, waved it twice in their hand, and was very satisfied with this handy weapon.

In the distant forest, a Salvation Army soldier looked blankly at the boss next to him.

"Captain... these Holy Spirits, are they really okay?"

The Salvation Army's chaplain said that those resurrected corpses were the souls of their ancestors, known as Holy Spirits.

Yet, that ghostly appearance didn't look holy at all; it was even more abstract than the monsters under Nuoweier.

The captain standing under the oak tree was expressionless and said calmly.

"Our ancestors just woke up and are a bit excited... they'll be fine once they adapt."

Soldier: "..."

It wasn't just the Salvation Army soldier who was speechless, but also the old village chief hiding under the watchtower at the village entrance.

He had run so hastily that he had lost his pipe, and he only silently prayed that these monsters wouldn't swipe his pipe.

Fortunately, they were only interested in weapons and had no interest in anything else.

And after a while, two people seemed to come from the forest by the village and waved at them.

Then those undead followed them away.

The old village chief's legs went weak with fear, but having lived for so many years, he soon saw something unusual in it.

"... Something's not right, these guys aren't like ordinary undead." He muttered to himself, the fear in his eyes gradually turning into awe, as if he had witnessed a miracle.

The villagers standing around looked at each other.

They were holding pitchforks and matchlock guns, preparing to drive the undead away, but they hadn't expected the old village chief to suddenly blurt out such a thing.

The village blacksmith swallowed his saliva and asked with a trembling voice.

"Then, what are they...?"

"They are Holy Spirits!"

The old village chief turned his head, fanaticism burning in his murky pupils, and analyzed with conviction.

"Haven't you heard? The miracle of Wheatfield Village! The souls of the ancestors were dissatisfied with the children wailing in hunger, so they begged Saint Xisi to let them return to the land they once lived on... They used their own hands to create a harvest for Wheatfield Village for the coming year, and they also drove away the Chaos invasion!"

At this point, the villagers also remembered this, looking at each other, and the fear in their eyes really dissipated a little.

Gelang Village was north of Dusk City, right on the edge of the Quemubao territory, so they were certainly no strangers to this matter.

"Saint Xisi above..."

"So it was the ancestors!"

Everyone whispered, their eyes shining, and even the remaining fear turned into honor.

Although they hadn't seen the Saintess, they had all seen the Tribunal that slandered her with their own eyes.

If you want to talk about demons, those guys who kill without blinking are the real ones!

And those two theologians who were hanged—although those two young men from the Shengcheng didn't seem like bad people, that arrogant look with their noses in the air certainly wasn't good stuff either!

Almost all the Laine people in the Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng had no good impression of the King and the Church, otherwise there wouldn't have been the Green Forest Army uprising, nor the corruption of Chaos.

And the Saintess, who was hostile to the King and the Church, naturally gained their natural favor.

The more the Tribunal portrayed her as a baring-fanged demon, the more they felt that those guys who only talked and didn't act were the real demons.

And when this kind of thinking formed a trend, even the undead could be interpreted as something holy.

Unexpectedly, Gelang Village also had the blessing of the Holy Spirits, and the faces of the villagers were filled with joy.

Only one not-so-smart big guy scratched his head and asked bluntly.

"But... why did the ancestors take our shovels?"

"That's naturally because the weapons of the Netherworld can't be brought up," the old village chief quickly gave an explanation, continuing with certainty, "They must be dissatisfied with the Tribunal's misdeeds, so they borrowed our tools to deal with those guys who slandered the Saintess!"

It's a pity that the two theologians who were hanged weren't here, otherwise those two corpses would definitely have been angered back to life.

Netherworld...

These barbarians are truly blasphemous.

The saying about River Spirits is fine, as spirits were never humanity's enemies, but now even the blasphemous word "Netherworld" has come out!

The "Holy Word Book" clearly states that people have already eliminated death.

There has long been no Netherworld in this world!

The "New Testament" that the Saintess didn't write was eventually written by the King's Viceroy.

Luo Yan, who got this information from Shala, had only one feeling in his heart.

"... This is too blasphemous."

On the edge of Dusk City, light footsteps sounded in an unclaimed warehouse.

The dilapidated windows were sealed with black cloth, leaving only a kerosene lamp on a table made of wooden crates, flickering with dim yellow light.

Beside the lamp was an unfolded map, and Luo Yan stood next to it with a playful smile on his face, as if he were appreciating an interesting script.

Those blue flags represented the station of the Lionheart Knights, while the red flags represented the supply stations controlled by the Society and the Kingdom barracks directly under the Viceroy.

Clearly, the red flags surrounded the blue flags, occupying an absolute upper hand.

And just a month ago, the military deployment of the Laine Kingdom in the Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng was still a blank slate for the Salvation Army.

As for now, with the support of the Society and the Campbell people, these devout warriors could move like the wind and strike wherever they were pointed.

Luo Yan was very satisfied with their actions.

He had to say a word for Grand Duke Aidehua: this money was truly well spent.

The Campbell people didn't spend a single soldier to avenge the "Winter Moon Coup."

"... Everything is as you planned."

Shala walked behind Luo Yan, like his shadow, and said softly.

"Viceroy Ailalike convinced Chief Judge Ximeneisi, who had lost patience with the King, through the forged 'New Testament.' Although Haigemo was furious at Baron Ailalike, he ultimately lacked the courage to cut the baron down with a sword, and could only endure under the majesty of the Tribunal."

"At the same time, the Salvation Army launched an offensive under the guidance of the new 'Oracle.' In the past week, they launched attacks at seven different locations in the province simultaneously, specifically targeting the Lionheart Knights' supply teams and villages stationed with Kingdom guards and theologians."

"Currently, those theologians from the Shengcheng no longer dare to rely on the Kingdom's guards; now they only dare to preach in villages where the judge is personally stationed, and the Salvation Army generally won't attack there."

Luo Yan asked with interest.

"Did the Tribunal not suspect Ailalike?"

Shala shook her head gently.

"Currently, there is no sign of that. After all, the nobles' private soldiers are not without achievements; under the leadership of the Society, they have also won several victories and seized quite a bit of evidence of blasphemy... Let alone suspicion, the Tribunal is extremely satisfied with them; the Kingdom's knights cherish their feathers, but the people of the Holy Light Society do not."

While speaking, Shala's index finger tapped lightly on the map, on a traffic artery marked with a red cross.

"Haigemo's proud heavy cavalry is now like a lion teased by a swarm of bees; they are exhausted running on muddy country roads wearing dozens of pounds of plate armor, often just arriving at an attacked outpost when the wolf smoke rises from the opposite direction... And now, stationed on the edge of the province, they also have to face the dilemma of supply shortages."

"Oh? Did Ailalike cut off their food?"

"He doesn't have the guts," Shala smiled, saying softly, "But he can let the Salvation Army's guerrillas hijack the supplies originally intended for the Knights."

After training in the Xuebang and Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng, Shala had also grown a lot.

Previously, she only knew how to use a dagger, but now she had gradually realized how to play with enemies in the palm of her hand using things other than a dagger.

Conspiracy is an invisible dagger!

Luo Yan was very satisfied with her progress and nodded approvingly as he looked at her.

And Shala, who received praise, also showed a shy smile on her face. Although her happiness wasn't very obvious, the cat ears swaying gently back and forth still exposed the joy and pride in her heart.

"Not bad, it seems it won't be long before we can close the net."

"Everything is your guidance." Shala bowed modestly.

Luo Yan's gaze crossed the red cross on the map and looked toward the direction of Dusk City.

"What about our Chief Judge? What does he have to say about the Knights assigned to him by the King?"

"The Chief Judge is very dissatisfied, and it's almost to the point of being unbearable."

A mocking light flashed in Shala's eyes, as if watching a mouse fall into a trap.

"According to information gathered by Teleisha, Chief Judge Ximeneisi approved a special fund this morning. This money didn't flow to the underfed Lionheart Knights, but was directly allocated to Baron 'Ailalike's' Holy Light Society to expand the scale of his private soldiers."

"The Tribunal no longer trusts the Knights, and the fuse was a major event that happened recently. Young Count Aide Tulie led the Society's militia and wiped out a Salvation Army stronghold in the Gray Swamp County, 'accidentally' searching out several crates of printed 'New Testaments'."

Gray Swamp County is the main station of the Lionheart Knights, right next to the Stillwater Beach County where the Campbell people are stationed.

Luo Yan's face showed an interested expression again, and his gaze fell on the map on the table; sure enough, he saw a towering blue flag on the territory of Gray Swamp County.

Of course, a red flag was also floating beside it; clearly, the Society's influence had already permeated there.

"That's truly too accidental."

"Yes."

Shala smiled and continued in a soft voice.

"The Knights' dereliction of duty actually allowed heretical printed materials to pile up like a mountain under their noses; if these New Testaments were sent to Dusk City or other places, the consequences would be unimaginable... This is Ailalike's original words; Teleisha saw him pointing at the nose of Haigemo's adjutant and scolding him in the central cathedral of Dusk City."

"Now, the Holy Light Society has been ordered to go to Gray Swamp County to search for the workshop that printed these blasphemous publications; I think it shouldn't take long before there are results."

Luo Yan smiled, deeply convinced of this.

Those "New Testaments" regarded as the source of heresy were not printed by any underground workshop at all, but came from the Campbell Principality in the south, from a printing plant controlled by Pangke.

By the way, this printing plant is also the supplier that prints newspapers for the "Lei Ming City Daily."

Few people know that the "Lei Ming City Daily" is actually something Pangke created.

The newspaper became famous in the Kelin Group listing event and occupied a considerable share of the media industry in Lei Ming City. And in the later "Winter Moon Coup," the newspaper, as a staunch supporter of Aidehua, united the reformist citizens of Lei Ming City.

The Demon King's big hand is not just in the economy; the infiltration in the information field started long ago.

The Holy Light Society will soon be able to find the "small workshop" that prints newspapers from Gray Swamp County.

Because what the Campbell people packed and sent to the Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng was not just printed copies of the "New Testament," but even the printing presses produced in Beifeng City were sent over together.

Just give one to the Tribunal when the time comes.

The Holy Light Society will take the heretical books printed by the Demon King to accuse the King's Knights of blaspheming the faith, and use this to please the holy Tribunal, exchanging it for the power to check the royal power from the latter.

There is only one loser in the entire chain that forms a closed loop, and that is the King of the Laine Kingdom.

"... The only thing to worry about now is our King suddenly flipping the table. Although the Glow Knights don't have this ability, the King of Laine does."

Looking at the back of the Demon King, Shala said respectfully.

"Please rest assured about this; we have our eyes in the Viceroy's mansion, and the reason we know Viceroy Ailalike's whereabouts like the back of our hand is precisely because he is under our protection."

After a pause, she continued.

"Actually, it's not just our people; the nobles of the Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng and the Grand Duke of Campbell have also made meticulous preparations... They know the King's methods well, so they deployed their own chess pieces in Dusk City long ago, always guarding against the King making a move against them."

"That's good," Luo Yan nodded with a smile, saying in a gentle tone, "Continue to keep a close eye on the Lionheart Knights' movements for me; although Mr. Haigemo is as dull as a rock in politics, he is a demigod-level powerhouse after all. Don't let him detect the puppet strings behind Viceroy Ailalike; if there are any accidents, remember to report to me."

"As you command, my lord."

Shala bowed deeply, her right hand pressed to her chest.

And when she raised her head again, there was no one in front of her, only a pale blue butterfly fluttering past, disappearing into the shadows of this old warehouse...

The nights at the Kelin Manor are always exceptionally long; both Mr. Kelin and Miss Kelin are very busy.

It's a pity that Vivian missed again this time.

The "accident" she created with full confidence, besides scaring the maid patrolling the corridor and Tafu who was snoring, caused no harm to anyone else in this manor.

Later, this naughty brat was naturally taught a lesson and knelt on a small round stool to reflect.

It's just that the stubborn look and the tiger teeth bitten on her lips predicted that this guy would dare to do it again next time.

Actually, Vivian didn't want it to be like this.

It's just that the day of school opening is getting closer and closer, and none of the wish lists she wanted to achieve on this adventure to the human world have been realized.

Going back like this, how could she show off to a certain succubus who steals fish?

Seeing that the Patrich family is becoming more and more interested in the Demon King, she is really a bit anxious.

Or...

Ask Grandpa?

Vivian thought about this question seriously for the first time; as long as Prince Kaisa supports it, that guy Luo Kesai wouldn't dare to speak.

Morning at Kelin Manor; today's breakfast is goose liver, beef sausage, plus oatmeal and bread.

Plus Minotaur blood.

Luo Yan finally found a way to get some Minotaur blood from the Adventurers' Guild.

Under the heavy reward of the Demon King... oh no, Prince Kelin, the young men with dreams in Lei Ming City rushed to the southeast coast of the Vortex Sea, went to the territory where the Orcs are active, and looked for alchemy materials for Prince Kelin who is studying magic.

It is worth mentioning that although the Terror Demon is a hell creature, the Minotaur is not, but belongs to a branch of the Orcs.

In the distant First Epoch, Orcs, like Elves, Dwarves, and Goblins, were also the main race of the Aus Continent, and even once controlled the most prosperous north bank of the Vortex Sea on the Aus Continent.

It's just that with the rise of humanity and the Holy Light, and the colonization of the Vortex Sea coast by the Lizardmen of the Dragon God Era, the Orcs have now disappeared from the north bank of the Vortex Sea, and their range of activities has shrunk to the relatively barren south bank and east bank.

The method to distinguish Orcs from Demon-men is very simple: those that look more like beasts are the former, such as the Blood Blade Demon General Gelake, while those whose tails or ears are different from humans are the latter, such as Shala.

The status of Demon-men in human society is roughly similar to "untouchables"; Saint Xisi neither opposes them nor recognizes them, and they are in a state of being left to fend for themselves.

Orcs are roughly the same.

And in order to distinguish them from the truly evil hell demons, some people call those hornless Demon-men "Sub-Demon-men," or turn a blind eye to their inconspicuous biological characteristics and simply don't mention race and faith.

For example, when Shala wears a hood or headwear, no one will pay attention to her ears, let alone cast strange looks at her, at most they are attracted by her black hair.

On the Aus Continent, gold is a symbol of holiness, silver is aging, and black symbolizes mystery and desire.

By the way, because Vivian and Watching Nan Fu are hanging around here and won't leave, Luo Yan doesn't dare to hire human servants, so he got a batch of fellow Demon-men with less obvious demon characteristics from hell.

The maid who was scared by Vivian last night is not a human, but a girl with fox ears.

Most of them are orphans from the temple, with clean backgrounds and relatively simple minds, introduced by Luo Yan's godfather, Priest Jiefuli.

And for being able to work for the "hot" Councilor Luo Yan, these young Demon-men and girls are also very excited; after learning that there is such a good thing, they happily brought their luggage to work.

In the year 1054 of the Aus calendar, whether in hell or on the surface, being a servant for a noble is a solid iron rice bowl, especially being a servant for those nobles with loud reputations.

After all, in this old era where humanistic thought has just sprouted, most people are either farm tools or food in a bowl.

Turning from a helpless orphan into a rice bowl, isn't that a class leap?

Moreover, this bowl can be passed down from generation to generation.

Just like this, Lei Ming City has another batch of "demons" walking under the sun.

And right in the Prince's mansion, the kind from the Demon Capital.

These servants almost never communicate with the outside world, and even the procurement of materials is sent directly by the Demon King's servants from the more "evil" Yinsong Town or even Beifeng City in the Wan Ren Mountains.

Therefore, even if there is a Saint Xisi church five hundred meters away from the manor, there is no problem of being exposed at all.

Who dares to find fault with the Prince?

If the Prince makes a move a little late, the tracks of the Royal Railway Group will be opened from the church door the next day.

The maid with drooping fox ears pushed the dining car and placed the plates on the dining table covered with a white cloth. And another tall maid carefully arranged the knives and forks; if you ignore the sheep tail under the skirt support, her appearance is almost no different from a human.

Including the waiter standing by the door, his characteristic is the scales on his ankles. And the waiter responsible for measuring the distance between tableware can only be seen to have starry pupils different from ordinary people if you look carefully.

Seeing her favorite food, Vivian's face showed a happy expression, so moved that her eyes turned into moist peach hearts.

"Brother, is this specially prepared for me? Ji... my heartbeat is so fast! This, is this the feeling of becoming an adult?"

Looking at Vivian who started to get sick early in the morning and accompanied by hachi-hachi panting sounds, Luo Yan waved his magic wand lightly, and before she rushed up to add food, made her a little more honest.

"It's not specially prepared for you, Watching Nan Fu also has a share, you don't have to be so excited... Also, don't get food everywhere, remember to rinse your mouth after eating."

Invisible gravity pressed on Vivian's shoulders, making the small apricots wrapped in dark purple silk sink deeply into the velvet cushion of the dining chair.

"Gu, Gu Ji..."

What a terrible magic power!

The more Vivian twisted uneasily, the deeper she sank.

And those scarlet pupils also became more intoxicated because of the heavy pressure on her shoulders, so much so that even the caster couldn't help but be backlashed, feeling that the magic wand was a bit hot.

What kind of "magic backlash" is this?!

Fortunately, Luo Yan's shock didn't last long.

When Vivian heard a redundant name in her ears, the "self-entertainment" look instantly carried a touch of murderous intent.

Feeling the inexplicable hostility drifting from the side, the cautious Watching Nan Fu's shoulders couldn't help but shake, and the soup spoon in his hand almost fell into the plate.

He turned his head tremblingly.

"Brother, big brother... why don't I give this share to big sister? I, I actually... don't like Minotaur blood very much."

There is actually a vampire who doesn't like blood these days; the demons in the Demon Capital are becoming more and more degenerate.

Luo Yan glanced at Watching Nan Fu.

"Watching Nan Fu, have you forgotten what I taught you? Don't just take everything out because of someone else's look."

"Bu, but... she is Vivian."

"No matter who she is, how she looks at you, you look back at her. Use your courage to tell her, this is your thing, either step over your corpse, or exchange it with something."

Watching Nan Fu: "???"

Half of Vivian's problems were spoiled by her weak father, and the other half was spoiled by the cowardly Watching Nan Fu.

If you want to make Vivian a little more normal, it's not enough to just correct her; even Watching Nan Fu has to be trained to be normal.

This is also for Watching Nan Fu's own good.

He doesn't want his younger brother to become a lick-dog; it's not too late to make some changes now.

Watched by the terrifying Councilor Luo Yan, Watching Nan Fu's shoulders trembled slightly, and his body shrank even smaller.

Me?

Stare at Vivian?

With the strength of a Silver-level vampire, challenge a Platinum-level genius vampire girl, the future vampire Prince...

He felt that it would be easier to just die.

Although Watching Nan Fu is timid, he is not stupid.

Councilor Luo Yan is certainly terrible, but he won't really do anything to him, and this majesty has a shelf life.

After returning to the Demon Capital, he and Vivian still have a long time to meet, so he dare not offend this little ancestor.

None of the second-generation demons in the entire Demon Capital are afraid of her.

The chain of fear formed a closed loop, flowing silently on this dining table with only three people.

Looking at the timid Watching Nan Fu and the majestic big brother, Vivian's cheeks couldn't help but flush.

Ah...

This is the taste.

That silent fear blooming in the blood is simply too intoxicating!

It would be great if there were some Holy Light as a seasoning.

"Hahahaha..." Hearing You You laughed and rolled on the ground, exceptionally wanton in the empty restaurant.

And this laughter can only be heard by Luo Yan.

He sighed, deeply realizing the helplessness of the gods when facing M.

When all punishments are understood as rewards, even Saint Xisi and the Demon God would not know what to do.

Compared to family affairs, playing chess is easier...

'De, Demon King, Hearing You You has a plan that can make your restaurant dark and bright—'

'Hearing You You, shut up.'

'Woo... Demon King, you should at least listen to Hearing You You finish speaking, right?'

Ignoring the aggrieved Hearing You You, Luo Yan calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, moistening his dry throat.

At this time, a servant dressed as a butler walked into the restaurant and stopped beside the long table.

"Your Highness, a gentleman is asking to see you at the manor gate; he claims to be here at your invitation, but he has no invitation letter."

Such people are there every day, Luo Yan just asked casually.

"Who?"

The servant replied respectfully.

"He is called Kaiyinsi, claiming to be a professor at the Xuebang."

(End of chapter)