The first ti Luo ng t the mysterious trader, he thought it would be better to leave a good impression.
According to Candice, the mysterious trader held a deep-seated grudge against the mbers of the Hero Team; otherwise, he wouldn’t have revealed their whereabouts to him... Even though Luo ng saw the other as just a lowly, filthy human, the information that the other possessed was very useful to him.
Holding such a deep grudge against the Hero Team was sufficient to demonstrate that the trader’s identity and strength were by no ans ordinary.
Therefore, during their first eting, it was essential to show his sincerity, as this would facilitate future transactions... Even if the other was just a human, Luo ng was prepared to condescend.
If possible, Luo ng wanted to engage in deeper transactions with the mysterious person.
For instance, could they have a detailed discussion about the fact that the Seventh Prince bore the stature of the Demon King?
However, when it ca to how to torture a human, Luo ng was not skilled in such matters; he usually just stuffed them into his mouth and ate them. Ronald, being rchandise, naturally couldn’t be treated this way.
Ronald had thought he was dood this ti. Although he felt desolate, he had already prepared himself; but hearing Luo ng ask his subordinates how to torture him made his heart tremble, and he faintly felt he might have despaired too soon.
His scalp seed about to explode, a very bad premonition spreading in Ronald’s chest.
The surroundings were filled with Luo ng’s subordinates: the Pig Head Man Chief, the Goblin Chief, the few Minotaur Chiefs left, the Giant Troll Chief, the Ogre Chief, and the Lizard Man Chief...
From these subordinates, it was basically apparent, even with the achievent of having killed mbers of the Hero Team, Luo ng’s status among the demons was still not high.
Pig Head n, Goblins, Minotaurs, Giant Trolls, Ogres, Lizardn... They all belonged to species with enormous population sizes but weak individual strength and low intelligence, occupying a lower tier amongst the demon hierarchy.
The high-level species like Demon Wolves were almost non-existent under Luo ng’s command.
Upon hearing the Seventh Prince’s words, several leaders exchanged glances.
After a long while, the Ogre Chief suddenly scratched his bald head, as if there was hair on it.
His cracked lips parted to reveal uneven, hard, sharp teeth, producing a hoarse voice:
"Eat him?"
The Ogre Chief’s response imdiately garnered agreent from the Giant Troll and the Minotaur Chief, but there was a slight disagreent in the details:
"Fresh flesh... the tastiest."
"No, I think it tastes better cooked, with a bit of chili powder added..."
These differing answers led the two huge creatures to butt their massive heads against each other, glaring furiously as they both thought the other was a heretic.
The reaction of his subordinates gave Luo ng a headache; he felt sad that his subordinates were all such fools.
He suddenly wondered, was this what humans called birds of a feather flock together? Because he, the leader, was a fool, so were all his subordinates?
Ah, no, that couldn’t be possible, since he was so intelligent.
"Shut up, you two fools who only think about eating, use your brains..." a hoarse voice ca from the ground.
Almost all eyes among the demons were fixed on the small figure, with both the Minotaur Chief and the Giant Troll Chief glaring furiously.
It was the Goblin Chief.
Luo ng’s eyes suddenly lit up. Goblins were a very weak species, their bodies frail and small; a giant troll could easily crush hundreds of goblins, but this was one of the few intelligences under his command.
Perhaps, this small Goblin could be rather useful at this mont.
"Seventh Prince, you don’t plan to kill this human right away but want to torture him first, correct?" The Goblin Chief’s voice was sinister, his cold gaze fixing on the figure Luo ng was pinching in mid-air.
That gaze made Ronald shudder uncontrollably.
"Of course."
"Then it’s easy... hehehe..." The Goblin Chief laughed sinfully, uttering a distasteful sound, "Our Goblin males are very interested in human females..."
"Of course, so brothers have rather peculiar tastes."
"Moreover, this man is a respected mber of the Hero Team; I’m sure many brethren are quite curious about this gentleman."
"Not just Goblins; I rember there are quite a few demons among the Pig Head n, Minotaurs, and Lizardn who are interested as well, right?"
The almost ferocious voice of the Goblin Chief drilled into Ronald’s ears, causing him to tremble all over.
He seed to already know what was going to happen next; his body trembled violently as if electrified... No, no, no...
He would rather die than suffer such treatnt.
Thinking of those ugly, dirty Goblins, Pig Head n, Minotaurs...
For Ronald, who always maintained the dignity of nobility and adhered to the etiquette of a nobleman, this was the most despairing scenario in the world.
Seeing Ronald’s reaction was so intense, Luo ng felt this choice was quite correct; he grinned, showing his large mouth, and let out a snorting laugh.
"Very good, Goblin, go contact your people and see how many are interested in this nobleman..."
"I estimate, at least a few thousand..." The Goblin Chief continued with his villain-like laugh, "Ah, and my respected Seventh Prince, we can even hold an exhibition..."
"An exhibition?"
"Yes, it’s a special event unique to the human side, where precious items are displayed publicly. Just watching requires a ticket fee, and if you want to experience more, it costs even more money..."
"I think, outside the territory of the Seventh Prince, there must be many demons wanting to see mbers of the Hero Team in person. This could bring substantial inco to the Prince’s territory..."
"Oh, goblin, you truly are a crafty little devil..." Luo ng generously praised the goblin’s intelligence.
Look, this is what being truly clever is all about.
This is the way of the demons.
Luo ng, he needed such demonic talents.
anwhile, Ronald was ashen-faced, his body trembling in midair.
...
Elsewhere.
The mbers of the Hero Team, too, were advancing towards the front lines, against the wind and sand.
Onions still harbored hostility towards Qin Chu, and Inas still wore a scowl, everything was as it had always been.
Only now, Qin Chu and Shaye were keenly aware that Onions’s mood swings had intensified.
Lately, Onions had often been angry, occasionally reprimanding or even striking his subordinates.
But the mbers of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect didn’t mind at all; they just thought that it might be the first ti for the privileged Holy Son to leave the Imperial City, and he was simply too unused to the harsh surroundings, leading to the significant mood swings.
Understandable... Moreover, what could they do even if they didn’t understand?
When the Holy Son whips you, dare you fight back? Do you have a death wish?
Another night passed, and by tomorrow noon, they would reach the front lines.
Onions’s figure appeared near the Hero Team’s tents, his gaze fixated on the figure in the middle...
That ordinary man.
By his side were the Holy Daughter of the Holy Court, a Saintess Candidate, the Great Sage of Wise Mountain, a Princess from the Royal Family, an Elf, a Valkyrie...
Various dazzling girls wrapped around him, a sight full of life.
Every ti he saw this scene, unstoppable surges of rage would well up in Onions’s heart. Why, why, why?
Despite being more excellent, more elegant, more handso, more of a noble, and carrying nobler blood in his veins than that ordinary man, why did all those beautiful won flock to him?
He couldn’t accept it, it was unbearable.
He saw a girl leaving the crowd, seemingly heading back to her own tent... He inhaled deeply and quickly walked over.
"Ah, beautiful Princess, your eyes shine like the stars at night..." Onions’s face was all smiles, the epito of a gentleman. "I have organized a small dance party at my camp. May I have the honor of your company?"
His handso features coupled with a gentle smile, he would definitely be the type of idol to make girls scream on Earth.
This was Princess Antasia.
Though a princess, she was from a remote barbarian land, a minor country. It was an imnse honor for soone of her stature to be personally invited by such a distinguished Holy Son.
Onions was sure that Antasia would not refuse.
He extended his hand, seemingly to grasp Antasia’s small hand for a hand-kissing gesture.
Such were the common courtesies among the high nobility.
However, just as his hand was about to touch Antasia’s, she gracefully stepped back, leaving Onions’s hand hanging awkwardly in midair, not knowing whether to drop it or retract it, which looked particularly embarrassing.
Antasia’s deanor was still courteous. With a soft, beautiful smile, she clasped her skirt and curtsied, "It’s the Holy Son... Thank you for your invitation, and it would have been an honor for Antasia. However... I need to accompany Qin Chu tonight and don’t have the ti. I’m very sorry for not being able to attend your dance party, Holy Son."
After her graceful apology, Antasia floated away, leaving no face for Onions.
In the moonlight, only the Holy Son stood still, bathed in the hazy moonlight, his face alarmingly pale.
His body trembled slightly in the night wind, his eyes flashing a vicious light. Damn it, even a princess from a barbaric minor country dared to throw such a look his way? What was he worth?
He personally invited her, and she dared to refuse?
Watching her perfect, graceful back receding away from him, a fierce desire surged within him, wanting to shatter that beauty into pieces...
He longed to see Antasia’s swan-like neck burst forth with scorching blood, staining her ice-blue gown.
A dense murderous intent rolled in his chest, and unbeknownst to him, his eyes had turned a dark red, with a pitchfork-shaped mark faintly visible in their depths.
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