欧美亚洲中文国产综合

A letter was sent to the court physician of the Schwarz Castle.

The country\'s highest authority on medicine had received the letter personally, coming from his good friend, and after two days, a meeting had been arranged.

While the embers of the battle between the two extreme ends of Fonias\' production continued, the demons that were the soul of the trade made different changes and emergency measures in the face of this new catastrophe.

The first step, was to be taken by the one demon that had brought all of them here and banded them together.

And so, the Court Physician of the Royal Palace visited deep into the shanty town in the forests behind the city. The place where the poor and the outcast gathered, not too far from the royal capital yet not too close. With buildings erected from planks and held up by lime, the man covered by a single cloak waded through the narrow spaces covered by houses and woods.

The night sky was dark, the lamp in his hands the only source of light.

After a long walk through the labyrinthine shanties and forests, he found himself on the opposite end of the town that faced a small hill.

With a cautious gaze, he looked around and then tapped on the door of the house.

With a light squeak, the door opened, and in stepped the robed man. Candles lit the wooden cabin, a table at the center.

Sitting around it in the dark room were three figures, one of his friends that had sent the letter, and the other two were people he had not seen before, but had heard about.

"So you are… Eugene Hall…"

The white-haired boy with chains around his hand looked up at him. Beside him sat a woman in pink who looked to have come straight out of a fairy tale, and perked up on his shoulders…

"T-the…"

His hands swayed.

"My lord?" The demon that had brought called him over stood up, shocked at his lord\'s sudden surprise.

The robed man, the court physician of the royal palace, took a step back and glared ahead.

"Oh? Edgy, I think this guy can see me."

The fairy on his shoulders spoke.

"I think so too…" Eugene Hall continued, his voice low and heavy.

"Hey, Mister, what is your name?"

The master of the magic item company screamed then. "Hey, you will talk to my lord with respect. Or don\'t tell me you\'ve never heard of Demon Lord Bathym!?"

The court physician, the robed man, demon lord Bathym, dropped his jaw and stared at his subordinate in disbelief.

"Is that so?"

Eugene Hall asked.

And lunged ahead at them.

His hands pulled back as a swirl of mana and Ki revolved around him.

—BOOOM!

***

Bathym.

Demon Lord Bathym.

When I heard his name, I left everything behind and shot a punch. The small cabin we sat in creaked and broke apart while a gouging was left behind in the ground that stretched toward the mountain behind.

The demon lord, Bathym, had barely dodged the attack.

Irina and the other guy both stood up and came toward me.

"What in the world are you doing?"

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Bathym, on the other hand, sighed and took a breath of relief.

"Hey, let\'s fight," I said. "I wanna fight."

"Me? I do not fight, Eugene Hall! I am absolutely not going to fight you!"

"Don\'t worry my lord!" The magic guy intervened and raised his hand. "I will protect and kill this bastard."

Suddenly, Bathym\'s hand enlarged and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Are you crazy? This man sunk all of Balam\'s kingdom on his own"

"That wasn\'t me."

"Don\'t lie! We all talked about it, we all know!" Bathym raised his hands in the sky. "What do you want from us? We\'re not here to fight, we only wish to live."

Irina Lester placed a hand on my shoulder then.

"Calm your tits," she said. "You owe me an explanation for all this, but before then, we better not make enemies of the people you\'re trying to protect."

"Protect…"

I wasn\'t doing that.

And I wasn\'t making enemies of them either.

"Your reputation precedes you, Eugene Hall, and for that, I would not like to fight you either."

The other party had also refused.

"Well, sucks. Whatever, let\'s have a seat."

Leaving the broken cabin and the ground behind, we sat on the chairs we had long prepared. The candle had been whiffed off from the punch, but a fair deal of moonlight now came in.

The four of us sat down.

"Eugene Hall," Bathym spoke up first. That he had managed to hide his horns and other demonic features completely, even the energy seeping out of him was so little that no one other than me would be able to tell.

He pulled four trinkets and a bottle of wine from his spatial storage and placed them on the table. Slowly pouring the wine into the trinkets. He handed them out one after the other.

"Tell me Eugene Hall, what do you want from us?"

Irina picked up the trinket first and sniffed the wine. She was about to take a sip when I stood up and blocked her hand.

With my fingers in front of her lips, I knocked the trinket away and turned toward the demon lord Bathym.

"Funny bastard," I grinned.

"Hahah!" Bathym cackled. "I thought you said you wanted to fight? Everyone has their own methods, so I hope you won\'t mind it much."

That fucker had served us poisoned wine.

If not for the faint traces of demonic energy pouring out of them, I wouldn\'t have been able to tell. It hadn\'t been a problem yet, but poison made by someone like Bathym himself would surely be trouble.

"I am fine, but I won\'t be able to do anything if Miss Irina doesn\'t forgive you."

Irina looked at the two of us and sighed.

"I thought I was here to keep you safe from danger."

"Don\'t worry, we already know you\'re not much help other than for speaking."

I sat back down and looked at Bathym again.

"What do you want from us, Eugene Hall?" Bathym asked. "We\'re just people trying to live. If you\'re making a deal to take Fonias\' place, then I\'d negotiate with you—"

"I will create a place for you to live in this realm."

The chains around my arm wriggled at my words and formed a pitch-black sword.

I held my hand above the sword, and slowly cut into it.

"In return… Make me a demon lord."

***

Demon Lord Eugy coming in. Lethe will be dying from the edginess