Chapter 94: There are still many good people in this world

【Respected Demon King, when I was inspecting the territory this morning, I found a mushroom with a very beautiful color, unfortunately I don't know its name. My servant always tells me that your profound knowledge left a deep impression on her, I believe you, who are well-informed, will definitely be able to satisfy Xixi's curiosity.

—Xixi】

At dusk.

Luo Yan, who was returning from Silver Pine Town to the Demon King's territory, happened to run into Mixi, who came to take over the shift, when passing by the Blood Hall.

Seeing that little devil flying in front of him with a constrained face, she respectfully offered a letter written by the Queen of the Nightmare Land with both hands.

Luo Yan opened the envelope and took a look.

As usual, the Nightmare Land was also very peaceful today, and the Queen of the Nightmare Land was strolling around the territory again.

And unlike usual, this time the letter also attached a dynamic magic photo.

This kind of magic photo is a bit like the dynamic shooting of mobile phones on Earth, but unlike dynamic photography, the things in this magic photo are not moving according to the stay-shadow at the time of shooting, but can move vividly in the photo just like the person themselves.

Most of the illustrations in the Demon Capital Daily are like this.

I saw the little devil in the photo with a head of fiery red shoulder-length hair, scarlet pupils and lips like magma flowing in the depths of hell.

She was wearing an off-white western dress, and the red ribbon set off the fair skin exceptionally dazzlingly. A pair of lotus-root-like arms were propped on the knees that were drawn together, her hands were propped on her chin, and she slightly raised her cunning smiling face, looking like she was in a quite good mood.

Without a doubt, this is Xixi herself.

To be honest, this was also the first time Luo Yan saw what his vassal actually looked like, and couldn't help but stare at it twice.

Except for that pair of horns the size of a shell, as well as the tail and wings behind her, she, who was blinking in the photo, could hardly see any difference from a human.

As for the dress on her body, it was undoubtedly sold to her by a player... at least that pair of white silk definitely was.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There are still many good people in this world.

No—

Should say there are many good demons.

In short, thanks to Xixi's selfie, Luo Yan felt that his pair of eyes that had been poked blind were finally redeemed.

By the way.

What about the mushroom? Luo Yan searched for a while on the photo, until he used his finger to drive Xixi in the photo back, and then found that uniquely shaped mushroom in the corner of the photo.

Returning to the magic workshop, he seriously wrote a reply, stuffed it into the envelope and handed it to Mixi.

【Very beautiful photo, the clothes suit you very well. In addition, that mushroom should be a variant of the fog umbrella, which can be used to configure dream potions. However, it should be noted that its spores have hallucinogenic effects, remember not to ingest too much.

—Luo Yan】

"Please pass it to Ms. Xixi for me."

"Yes! Demon King!"

Mixi took the envelope with both hands tremblingly, as usual, not daring to look into the Demon King's eyes.

Already accustomed to this guy's cowardice, Luo Yan didn't make things difficult for her, just asked about the things he had ordered some time ago.

"By the way, is there any news about that necromancer named Miranda?"

Mixi, who put away the envelope, shook her lowered head.

"Reporting to the Demon King, not yet... although adventurers visit the second floor of the labyrinth from time to time, the necromancer is really just you alone."

Not there? Strange.

Recalling Father Ma Te's previous report, Luo Yan fell into deep thought.

Looking at the Demon King who was silent, Mixi asked cautiously.

"Demon King, do you have any other orders?"

She wanted to go quickly and return quickly, so as not to miss today's dinner.

A possibility floated in his mind, Luo Yan waved his hand.

"No, you go deliver the letter first, and tell me if there is any new news."

Mixi nodded slightly and saluted, then flapped her wings and took off, flying toward the direction of the Nightmare Land...

The report of Adlai and Father Ma Te was just a small episode that happened in late autumn.

Although the undead alchemist named Miranda made a lot of noise in Lei Ming City, and even attracted the search of the Trident Knights, so far this matter had not had any impact on the Great Graveyard.

Including the storm brewing in the Dimensional Desert in the distance, no one knew what kind of waves it would bring to Lei Ming County for the time being.

The only thing worth writing into the work report for Luo Yan is that the "art pieces" of his Great Graveyard finally successfully entered the interior of the surface human society... and it was the interior of the upper society.

Although it entered in an unimagined way, this was not important to Luo Yan.

As long as the Demon Capital knows that he is working.

As for what the subsequent impact will be, it remains to be further observed.

On the other side, just as Luo Yan was enjoying a delicious dinner while planning the future of the Great Graveyard, the academic exchange group led by Ouk also arrived at Iron Yacheng as scheduled and launched a week-long academic exchange.

In addition to Ouk and Ouk's twenty apprentices, the trip also included ten Gecko clan acolytes responsible for preaching.

The faith of mole-men is also faith.

Luo Yan planned to build a statue of himself at the highest point of Iron Yacheng, which would facilitate the collection of faith power while also accelerating the expansion of the Demon King's territory toward the third floor of the labyrinth.

As soon as the group stepped into the "Machine Temple" piled with garbage, they heard the clanging sound coming from not far away.

I saw a short mole-man sitting on the shoulder of the great swordsman Bond, shouting at his peers busy on the construction site.

"Move faster! You lazy ghosts!"

The mole-men who were working hard endured humiliation, using pushcarts to move the earthwork dug out by the cave spiders to the designated location.

If it weren't for the eyes of that great swordsman and the aura exuded from his body being too terrifying, they would have swarmed up and torn this traitor to pieces.

By the way, this construction site is one of the largest renovation projects in Iron Yacheng, currently jointly responsible by the construction team of the Shadow Weaving Nest and the Gecko clan.

The former is responsible for digging holes, the latter is responsible for installing pipes... according to the plan, they will dig a large pit covering an area of 100*100 meters and 10 meters deep near Iron Yacheng, and then migrate two or three hundred slimes from the farm on the first floor of the labyrinth.

From now on, this is the septic tank of Iron Yacheng.

The grown slimes can not only be used as a source of magic crystals, but can also be eaten after cooking, or used as fertilizer for growing mushrooms.

It can be said to be very easy to use.

Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting on Bond's shoulder, discovered the figures of Ouk and others, immediately guessed their identities, and jumped down from Bond's shoulder to greet them in surprise.

"Welcome! Guests of the Great Graveyard! You were sent by the Demon King, right?"

Reinforcements!

Having waited for a week in torment, he finally waited for the reinforcements sent by the Great Graveyard.

Although Bond's strength is not bad, he is only one person after all. The eyes of those new and old councilors looking at him always made him panic.

"That's right, Ouk is here to guide your work on behalf of the noble Demon King... not bad, not bad, it seems you haven't been lazy."

Although Ouk, who was in the Great Graveyard, was always in a subservient manner, standing here, he was even more arrogant than Arakto.

A lizardman acolyte stepped forward, his gaze crossing the top of the goblin's head, looking at the mole-man who was shorter than the goblin, and said expressionlessly.

"I am an acolyte of the Great Graveyard, the Demon King sent me here to serve as a Death Priest."

"Death Priest?" Zhuangzhuang asked cautiously, "May I ask what your duties are specifically?"

The lizardman acolyte continued.

"Ensure the purity of faith, and preside over sacrificial rituals."

"Sacrifice?!" Zhuangzhuang was startled, so much so that his voice went out of tune.

The lizardman acolyte looked at him, revealing a mysterious and cruel smile on his face.

"No need to worry, as long as your faith is pious, and you are loyal to the Great Graveyard... sacrifice will not happen."

Simply put, if the Demon King believes that Iron Yacheng is not loyal enough, then he will preside over the ritual to transform a part of the mole-men into ghouls.

However, seeing the expression on this little guy's face, he suddenly felt that the term "sacrificial ritual" would be more deterrent, so he didn't explain it specifically.

Fear is also a kind of faith.

He didn't know the loyalty of others, but he thought that the faith of this chieftain of Iron Yacheng must be pious enough.

Just as Zhuangzhuang was trembling and expressing his loyalty, the players following Ouk were not interested in that boring speech, but instead focused on the group of moles not far away.

These guys are furry, curled up like a coal ball. The most interesting thing is their fleshy hands, looking almost the same as humans, as if a pair of hands grew on the coal ball.

"So cute!!!"

"Cute?! Are you serious?"

"Speaking of which, are they not afraid of digging through the floor?"

"Shouldn't be... the layers of the labyrinth aren't just separated by one floor, isn't it said there is a soil layer of one or two hundred meters?"

"Holy crap?"

"So deep?!"

"Otherwise what do you think... think about how long we have to walk every time we 'go downstairs'."

"Speaking of which, I want to complain, why not install an elevator between the layers of the labyrinth? Even if there is no electricity, it shouldn't be difficult to drive with Nether-script?"

"This idea is good, try it next time!"

"66666, this game's updates all rely on players' self-consciousness!"

Although most players were complaining on their lips, they were actually quite satisfied with the freedom of "Catastrophe OL" in their hearts.

After all, if everything in this game was already developed, what use would they have? Might as well go back to reality and screw screws.

It is precisely because there are still many imperfections and even unreasonable designs in the game world that it provides them with a stage to freely play their creativity.

Just as a group of players were looking around and sizing things up, a few mole-men not far away also targeted this group of guests from the Great Graveyard.

Compared to Zhuangzhuang who hugged the Demon King's thigh, these guys were obviously not completely convinced... especially those councilors of the Thirteen Teeth Council who were inexplicably disbanded, and the engineering rats who mastered dwarf inscriptions.

They didn't oppose relying on the Great Graveyard, after all, it's cool to rely on a big tree, and that Demon King didn't seem to be very bad, at least he didn't whip them like dwarves, or tie them to hamster wheels to provide energy for inscriptions.

However, letting a weakest thing be their leader... most of the rats who were deprived of power couldn't swallow this breath.

"Lizardman warlock, stupid goblin, and a dozen or twenty undead... is this the engineer of the Great Graveyard?"

"The robot we made is industrial trash? Guiding our work?"

"Tsk tsk... these guys are really daring."

A group of old and cunning moles turned their eyes, but finally didn't dare to go find fault personally, but instead cast their gaze on Gabeng and Guangguang standing not far away.

Although those two things were also objects they persecuted daily before, it was obvious that these two things were more jealous of Zhuangzhuang who became the chieftain at this moment.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend! A group of mole-men exchanged treacherous glances, and suddenly had an idea in their hearts, and all made aggrieved expressions and gathered up.

Looking at the former dynasty relics walking toward him, Gabeng, who was already in a bad mood, waved the whip in his hand and shouted.

"You guys! Why aren't you working! What are you doing here?"

One of the mole-men walked up and complained aggrievedly.

"Respected Gabeng, the Demon King said he would send engineers to guide our work, but look at who came? A goblin acting as a team leader, followed by lizards or undead."

His name is Sharp Tooth, one of the former councilors of the Thirteen Teeth Council.

But now he is just an ordinary rat, Gabeng didn't indulge him, and upon hearing this, his small eyes widened.

"Shut up! Is the Demon King someone you can discuss?"

Being scolded like this, Sharp Tooth waved his hand to explain.

"I'm not discussing the Demon King! On the contrary, I, who am loyal, am worried... that the Demon King was deceived by treacherous villains and listened to the slander of treacherous officials. In the end, something went wrong, and we in Iron Yacheng have to bear the consequences!"

When he said this, he decisively led the topic to the guy Gabeng hated.

"Look at our chieftain, the way he is subservient... do you think he can correctly express the demands of Iron Yacheng?"

The words of this former councilor of the mole-men had just fallen, and a group of dissatisfied engineering rats also followed and complained.

"That's right!"

"If a gnome came, that would be fine! What can a goblin know about inscriptions?! And he has the nerve to say he wants to guide us!"

"Is this appropriate!"

Everyone's demands were different, some were shouting to change the goblin, and others were shouting for the Great Graveyard to stop pointing fingers at their technology.

But in the final analysis, the reason why these voices appeared was because the chieftain's prestige was too low to convince the public.

Otherwise, why didn't they say it when the Demon King was here?

Listening to the excited voices, Gabeng was also persuaded by them, repeatedly pondering that it really didn't seem appropriate.

And that goblin didn't look like a good person either, obviously he was in the same group as Zhuangzhuang, just a sycophant.

Letting such a person be their technical guide, wouldn't he guide them into the sewer? By then, Iron Yacheng wouldn't be able to complete the Demon King's task, and in the end, they would still have to be the scapegoats.

This won't do!

Gabeng and Guangguang exchanged glances, and finally made up their minds to do something for Iron Yacheng, so they walked up to the group of people crossing the archway with full momentum.

"Hey! You guys!"

"Stop!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 95 =====