m the feel of a ruthless gang hitman.Although this type of person might not usually seem like someone who's good at friendly communication, Ranch knows that during official duties, if one negotiator a...Chapter 65 Lan Qi wasn't aware of the severity of the situation yet.
Half an hour passed quietly.
In the Night King's Feast Restaurant, the lights shimmer like dreams in the darkness, radiating an aura of nobility and unique enchantment.
Accompanied by the delicate melodies of restaurant music, Lance and Huberliane ended their dinner.
The two of them reluctantly left the restaurant, as if leaving a dream and returning to reality.
Although Huberlian later also unwittingly became intoxicated by the atmosphere of the demon realm.
But as she stepped out of the restaurant's glass doors, she realized that this awakening of her bloodline felt like pushing her further away from humanity.
On an empty corridor.
Lanche walked ahead, as if taking a stroll.
Huperian trailed behind, dragging a coffin-like gift box.
On both sides of the corridor are magnificent skylights, through which you can clearly see every star in the Netherworld's sky.
Stars sprinkle down, making this slightly angled corridor like a crystal bridge connecting the stars and the earth.
Although the scenery is beautiful, the two figures in the painting are also quite rampant.
Inside the coffin-like gift box, the silver-haired demon lay silently.
His existence, like a cold jewel, was bestowed upon a place of dignified repose.
The corridor, bathed in the light of lamps and stars, reflected a serene glow like a mirror.
This corridor will extend all the way to the teaching area, which is their next destination.
Although it will take some time for the corridor to be reconnected to the teaching area, the wait is a rare treat for them.
In such a corridor, one can leisurely admire the starry sky of the demon realm, which is invisible in the mortal world.
Ranch and Huberlian didn't plan to go check out the other function area corridors for now.
Because if they run around carelessly, by the time the next break comes, their navigation demon, Bachelor, might not be able to find them.
Huberli placed the silver-haired demon's coffin at the end of the hallway.
This place was unusually quiet compared to the other parts of the corridor, with only the gentle radiance of the Abyssal stars illuminating the surroundings.
The two sat side by side and began to count their spoils.
Simple scraping can earn you a lot of credits.
"A bountiful harvest, good people are indeed rewarded!"
Lanche expressed his delight.
It seems like they can still come to the functional area and enjoy themselves before returning to the real world.
"Yes, yes."
"Huibai Lian listened to his words, the corners of her mouth quirking up slightly with a touch of helplessness. She responded softly."
She always felt that sometimes, following Lancy, she had a sense of helplessness like being a parent.
After thoroughly scavenging the silver-haired demon's inheritance.
Lanche and Huberly's expressions gradually became somewhat surprised.
"No, this guy is way too rich..."
They didn't discover this until they carefully looked at the credits they had scavenged.
The credits on the Silver-haired Devil's uniform are all in units of 10!
The black gold credits marked with special symbols on the top seemed to shimmer under the starlight. Each of these credits could be exchanged for 10 regular credits, or used directly as 10 credits.
That is to say, the credit points of the silver-haired devil are actually ten times more than what Lance initially thought when he started gathering them.
Lancer's gaze turned to another item retrieved from the depths of the silver-haired demon's inner pocket.
It was a black seal engraved with intricate patterns. The shell of the seal seemed like a dark gem, smooth and cold.
"…"
Rance tried to understand if it was a magical artifact, however, even Rance found it difficult to discern its practical purpose.
He lastly looked at the ID from the silver-haired demon's body, his eyes becoming increasingly dubious.
"Why doesn't he have a student ID, but instead has... a document from Demon City"
Lance's voice, murmured to himself, echoed in the vast corridor, stirring ripples in the still air.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The meeting room, located on the top floor of Purgatory Hall Academy, was bathed in a deep purple hue. Delicate and ancient carvings adorned the walls, casting an air of profound mythos.
The lofty dome casts a faint starlight, projecting the moon's shadow and stardust onto every corner of the conference room.
A massive round table dominated the center, surrounded by several distinguished professors, each face etched with worry and gravity.
Their figures shimmered in the dim starlight, appearing and disappearing. The oppressive feeling that accompanied them caused the air in the room to feel thick and stagnant; even the slightest sound seemed capable of creating a powerful tremor.
The vice-principal sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed, not uttering a word.
He looked around the conference room at each of the professors, and said in a low voice:
"Dear Professors, the commissioner dispatched to Devil's Castle should arrive at our school within these few days."
"But according to the principal, this correspondent is very good at impersonation and infiltration, possibly posing as a student or teacher to enter the school first to observe and investigate."
During the principal's absence, be sure to continue adhering strictly to the rules and regulations. Above all, avoid inadvertently offending the emissaries of the Great Demon Lord.
As soon as the vice principal spoke, the other professors nodded but remained silent.
They knew that what truly bothered the vice principal wasn't because of this Demon City envoy.
But another, even more troublesome fellow is on his way to school—a Blood Clan envoy.
The vice principal's hands rubbed against his forehead, looking extremely tired. The breath he exhaled was like the thin mist of winter, instantly absorbed by the air.
He lifted his head, his gaze fixed forward, his voice weak, as if speaking to himself, yet also as if seeking answers from the professors:
"The pressure from the Demon Realm Ministry is too much. The vampire emissary will arrive in Hell City soon. If the emissary finds out that there are humans mixed into our school, then we'll all be in big trouble for violating the North-South Treaty."
The Treaty of Separation, also known as the "Treaty of Non-Interference Between Blood and Demon Clans".
In this tumultuous age, the blood clans of the south reign supreme, and many human kingdoms' emperors are but slaves to these bloodthirsty lords.
While the demonic clans of the North were relatively weak compared to the Blood Clan, they were only kept in check by the icy natural barrier of the Northern Lands.
For any matter between the Blood Clan and humans, the Demon Clan must maintain a neutral stance. This is the fundamental condition that prevents the Blood Clan from attacking the Demon Clan.
But for now.
The Blood Clan began to suspect that the Demon Clan was attempting to secretly break this balance.
The cause of the matter.
It was originally just a ridiculous rumor that had spread in the demon realm some time ago —
It is said that the Blood Race discovered that a human might be disguised as a demon, attempting to infiltrate the Demon Realm to steal demonic knowledge.
At first, the demon clan didn't believe it.
> Often only demons attempt to disguise themselves as humans.
But humans have never tried to disguise themselves as devils.
Until later.
The Blood Duke apparently extracted some crucial information through brutal interrogations of the families of researchers from the Imperial Research Facility.
And it is also known that a small number of remaining Imperial secret force members are highly likely to be lurking within this Purgatory Corridor Academy, and for a long time!
The End.
[ ]ll be moved to the imperial city center."In addition, under normal circumstances, the Empire's eight-tier powerhouses are stationed all over the place. Even if the Demon Lords were secretly taken out...