MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 129

Even if the other two Demon Kings have different thoughts on Demon King Ansair, they have to admit one thing—

Eastern Region, can fight!

After having enough military spending, the army of the Demon King Ansi Er destroyed all the way, trampling on the proud territory of Bachin. Although most of Bachin's subordinates were relatively loyal, but without the lord's insistence on the order, and in front of Wang Wei, he reluctantly gave up resistance and let the crimson kite flag replace Bachin's flag.

The flag of the iris fluttered in the wind above the territory, and the procession of escorting supplies and captives twisted and twisted. They boarded the boat at the ferry, and the boats from the Water Traffic Management Office stopped to greet them and escorted the team all the way back to Suberbian City.

The whole process of searching the house took less than a day.

Anseyer has a very professional home raiding team, which is cultivated by Pruru.

Prince Purrul: ... let the world feel the pain!

The team brought back important ministers in the territory, including Lord Bachin, who were detained according to their importance. Among them, there were also two comedians who were tied into rice dumplings to cover their mouths, and two demons, one tall and one short, were lying in the carriage of the scooter with a look of horror along the way.

Two demons: "Mmmmmmmmm!"

Your Majesty Levi!

Their loyalty to His Majesty Levi will never waver!

***

In the Great Chamber.

Except for the ministers who were sent to the human world, all the demon king's close officials gathered here to summarize the entire operation of defeating Lord Bachin. The Demon King sat in front of the round table, his spotless white hair was neatly combed, pressing down on the collar of his cloak and sliding down the table, soft and majestic.

Ansier rested his cheek with one hand and listened to Andrei's report quietly.

“…The above is a review of this operation.”

The big devil with dark blue curly hair respectfully said.

"As for the handling of Lord Bachin, please let me know."

The Demon King thought for a while. Among all the demon lords, Bachin is actually quite good. Although there are still inherent faults of the lord, such as belittling the people, such as extortionate, but he has also done some things that are beneficial to the territory, and has some talents.

There are not many people under Ansair himself. If you directly give Baqin to "Kacha", not to mention that the generals in Baqin's territory will rebel, Baqin's great injustice in recruiting talents This kind of skill is too wasteful.

Of course, Ansair doesn't intend to be a big grievance, so Bachin still needs to be educated so that he can use it more easily.

He waved his hand.

"Bring him."

Fuya has shaken Bachen's determination, and attacking now is conducive to further defeating the lord's heart defense. Ansier was thinking about what he was going to say in a while, so that he could get Bachen in three or two sentences without compromising the majesty of the Demon King. Suddenly, he saw Prime Minister Andrei smiling next to him.

Ansel: "...?"

, full of the charming and lovely atmosphere of "Look at me, look at me" and "Look at me, Your Majesty."

Anse Er was so cute and smiled.

"It seems that my chancellor has a good opinion?"

Oh, that's great, His Majesty is so wise, he always understands body language that he can't even read with a microscope.

The chancellor thought happily.

Ansier, who has never lost his impression of ministers: "...?"

Just like the ministers have a very thick filter for His Majesty the Supreme Demon King, His Majesty the Demon King also has a very thick filter on the ministers.

Note that filters are mutual!

"Perhaps I will lobby, there will be good results." Andre said confidently, "Also, I understand what you think."

Ansel: "…"

Sometimes he really wants to take out a notebook and write it down, Andre knows everything about him!

Seeing His Majesty the Demon King nod, Andre smiled slightly. Not long after, two soldiers escorted Bachin, who was covered with layers of magic shackles, and asked him to kneel in front of the Demon King.

The Demon King in front of the round table was arrogant, and Andre spoke slowly.

"Lord Bachin."

Seeing the familiar dark blue curly hair and unfathomable posture, Bachin was immediately excited. His feelings for Mr. Andre can be seen by the gods, but unfortunately, he may not have the blessing in this life for Mr. Andre to be the prime minister for him.

Bachin was excited when he suddenly heard a series of soul questions from Mr. Andre.

"Are you still sad that you can't find talent?"

"?"

"Are you still jumping over the wall for the unwillingness of talents?"

“??”

"Are you still beating your chest that you are a big grievance and that the person you want to recruit just wants to pay from you?"

Before the three questions of the soul were finished, Bachin had already burst into tears.

"Mr. Andre...please don't...don't say..."

I'm heartbroken!

Andre kept smiling and did not let it go easily, he took out a small bowl from nowhere.

"Bachin, you don't know how to dig out from the micro-moment, you don't know how to give understanding beyond material things, and you can lure your heart with money."

"Therefore, your capacity, your heart to attract talents, is just such a small bowl."

Anseyer was amazed, what an exquisite metaphor, Andre is gradually getting the true biography of his metaphor.

"And Your Majesty is...this!"

The prime minister suddenly raised his hand and lifted the tablecloth on the round table, the table was actually a giant bowl! When they first occupied the Demon King's Palace, the Flame Demon Tribe sent such a huge bowl over. Because in the tradition of Balrog, the bigger the bowl, the more edible it is and the more good it can hold!

This tradition is a bit strange, but with this good wish, Ansier was still moved and made use of the bowl.

—turned into a conference round table.

This bowl was so majestic that it even took up most of the room, and Ba Qin was shocked. He looked at the white-haired Demon King beside the bowl, and then looked at the many ministers surrounding the Demon King. The ministers were all around the bowl, all with happy expressions, and everyone's face was full of "I am willing to jump into the bowl"!

Andre's persuasion to surrender was not over yet, and I saw that he gently put the small bowl into the big bowl.

At that moment, Bachin was like a god. If he joins Ansi Er's command, he can help gather talents and work with many talents. He has never heard of the people who His Majesty the Demon King wants to recruit and are unwilling!

Maybe he can get it from…

At this moment, Bachin's pattern opened.

Finally, when he was escorted away, although his arm was bound by layers of shackles, he still turned back. The Demon King in front of the big bowl looked at him calmly, and Bachin's lips twitched.

"I have one last question."

His attitude was calmer than ever.

"Your Majesty, do you really have that kind of alchemy? Or is it just a trick?"

Fuya, the maid behind Ansel, drew a knife for a second for this disrespectful remark, and Ansel raised her hand to stop it. He took out the small white porcelain bowl from the big bowl and flicked his wrist.

—white porcelain flowers.

Bachin was completely convinced, he turned around and walked out.

It was.

The lord sighed in his heart.

Isn't the greatest talent in the Eastern Region the supreme majesty?

Next, Ans El arranged the complete annexation of the Bachin Territory, and cooperated with Ceros to attack the Southern Territory. Although he felt that Ceros simply wanted to help him, he directly passed the new trade policy at this critical juncture, and directly arranged for big businessmen to sign orders to pay, but he should also be able to repay a small amount.

…make Ceros happy too.

After careful calculation of the remaining military expenditure, it should be possible to lay down three small towns in the southern region. Then let him take down the town in an important strategic position on the border, and make Ceros happy too!

The discussion of various matters gradually came to an end, and Ansel resisted the urge to stretch out to support the horns, and was about to announce the end of the meeting, and talk about other things in the morning. Fuya, who had been standing behind him, went out for a while, and when she came back, she bowed to him.

"Your Majesty, although that little gift was a little late, it finally arrived in time."

It's not that Fuya doesn't want to take out the gift earlier, she also has the little girl's mind to show off to His Majesty, but she didn't think about it well at the time, she only considered merging similar items, and Ivy, son of Levi En tucked into the **** heap.

I can finally come to the front of His Majesty.

The box was transported to the hall, opened, and Ivan, who was almost breathless, rolled out of it.

He first noticed the faint light of some lights, because it was late at night. Then, he saw his embarrassed figure on the floor of Guangkejianren.

Ivan didn't want to admit that the bereaved dog with his tail tucked in was himself.

The white-haired devil sat in front of the round table, just like sitting on the sky. The phoenix slept peacefully on his shoulders, and wherever his lazy sunset-colored vertical pupils swept across, it glowed with brilliance. In direct proportion to his own beauty, it was the illustrious power accumulated over the years, just looking straight at it, Ivan felt dazzling, and hurriedly put his head down.

However, at the first glimpse, he also saw the ministers around the white-haired demon king. The big devil with dark blue curly hair has slightly curved horns, respectful to the king, but full of contempt for others; in the corner, the silver-haired supervisor hurried over after arranging a late-night snack, so he stopped temporarily because he did not want to delay the king's political affairs; the maid With a smile on his face, he put one hand on the other arm, as if stroking the hidden sharp blade; the bear-headed man is tall and burly, with a majestic temperament, but has a... teddy bear's head?

Evian: "…"

He didn't dare to come out.

This is the demon king Ansi Er, who his father has always been on guard against, and his dream team.

"This is the gift, I caught him by the way."

Fuya said softly in Ansel's ear.

Anse El looked at Levi's son, he looked at it for a long time, and felt that this was indeed a useless demon. Although he seems to have inherited the great sin of [jealousy] from his father, his interpretation of sin is the most negative.

"If you kill it before the formation, it seems that it can deal a blow to the morale of the southern region." The prime minister suggested kindly, seeing Ivan shrinking himself into a ball in horror, he suddenly snorted.

What a useless child...

Ansier thanked Fuya for this thoughtful little gift, and he made a decision quickly.

Anse Er felt a headache at the specifications of the residence.

However, he thought of a good place for Evan.

"Send him to Theros, the Demon King of the Western Regions." Ansi Er raised his mouth, "The Western Regions are at war with the Southern Regions, such a good hostage cannot be wasted."

His delicious prison meal in Subobian City cannot be wasted!

The Ross family has a great business, and there should be a lot of prison food to eat, send it away!

Cerros, who took hostages at the front a few days later: "…"

Screaming goose!

It's love! is love! Ansel loves him!

Pinching the letter handwritten by Ansel that came with the hostage, His Majesty the Demon King shed dynamic tears in his heart.

He and Ansel are real!

***

There is only one thing that His Majesty the Demon King did not take into account about the important strategic material "Prison Rice".

In the warm and clean dungeon of Suberbian City, two fools are squatting in prison.

The short demon is afraid and anxious, and they have explained everything they should explain. Now they are pure waste with no use value, and they may be killed in the next step. He was about to cry because of his brain tonic. The tall demon was still soundlessly sleeping, scratching the door, digging the soil and lying down, lamenting endlessly.

The key on the guard's waist rattled and there was the sound of the barrel being moved. The short demon looked out tremblingly, but suddenly heard the sound of nature—

"It's dinner."

Short Demon: "!!"

If you want to know, the food in prison must be sour rice, he is already mentally prepared, and he can fill his stomach. Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, when he looked at the meal in front of him, his whole body began to tremble like a popping candy soaked in water!

It's not sour rice!

Food is actually very simple, only enough to satisfy your stomach. After all, His Majesty the Demon King did not intend to let the demons who commit **** and criminals live so well that they would not starve to death. But even so, the short demon still burst into tears.

There is bread, broth, and a little bit of shriveled green vegetables, this, this... what kind of fairy prison rice is this!

Better than what they ate under the devil Levi!

He was about to wake up his companions for dinner, who was very fond of his companions. Unexpectedly, the tall demon sat up in shock from his dying illness, and the two immediately began to frantically cook, eating like a starving ghost reincarnated. The tears didn't stop.

Prison rice is delicious.

Suberbian is a great place!

The bread was quickly finished, the short devil licked his mouth reluctantly after not eating such a delicious food for a long time. Suddenly, he saw a scene outside the cell, and his head slammed against the iron fence.

"Sir! Sir!" The short demon burst into tears, "Can we add food here?"

The guard was startled by him and scratched his head.

"Of course." He said, "You are not guilty of death. The great Demon King is very kind and allows you to eat."

"Praise Your Majesty the Demon King!"

"Long live His Majesty Ansel!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good..."

At this moment, the little people in the brains of the short demon and the tall demon controlled the computer at the same time, unswervingly selected the "Demon King Levi" folder, and pressed the delete button without hesitation. key.

Delete him! Only give them **** shit!

They happily added bread more than a dozen times, whimpering and gulps, as if they had never eaten in eight lifetimes, and indeed they had never eaten such a delicious meal under Levy.

Guard outside the door: "…"

The hand that added the bread trembled slightly.

Strategic resources are in a hurry!

Who! Who caught the rice bucket? !

The author has something to say:

Anse Air: …Sorry! it's me! I'm really sorry! My prison meal ah ah ah ah!