Romon’s face flickered with pride and excitent, and among the many princes, he was the most likely to rise to power, now riding the strongest montum.
Most importantly, he had the mysterious Mr. Horus supporting him from behind, almost as if he could see the Demon King’s throne beckoning him.
Patience!
This was another thing that Mr. Horus had told him he must learn.
He could show ambition, but he must never overreach and touch what he should not, for the Demon King was powerful, a being he could not contend with.
He etched Mr. Horus’s words into his heart.
Before he had enough power to challenge that position, he must continually increase his prestige among the demons, enhance his own strength, and bolster his forces—that was what he needed to do now.
Perhaps it would be a very long process, but Romon could be patient.
He was far more patient than his eldest brother, who had been the Crown Prince for sixty years.
Traces of human activity had appeared within his territory, indicating that mbers of the Hero Team had entered his domain; he just didn’t know who had co, how many there were, or how strong they were.
"Keep investigating. Also, strengthen the guard around the cage."
"Send all the guards of the palace... cough, cough, my palace too, and make absolutely sure no one breaks in, understood?" Romon issued the order with a resonant tone.
"At your command, Demon King...ah, no, Your Highness Prince, terribly sorry, I misspoke," the gnoll scout below the throne said with a sycophantic smile.
Romon burst into hearty laughter, unconcerned about his subordinate’s minor slip.
He even felt sowhat proud—what did this imply? It implied that in the hearts of many demons, he was the one who should be sitting on the throne of the Demon King.
Mr. Horus had also advised him on how to trap the mbers of the Hero Team who had infiltrated his territory; he shouldn’t try to find them, as anyone who ca must be skilled at concealnt and adept at breaking through various devices and magic prohibitions, making them extrely difficult to find.
If they were hard to find, then let them fall into the trap themselves.
By deliberately arranging a large number of personnel to guard the cage area—even deploying the palace guards there—those cunning humans would surely think the cage area was a trap, and Ronald must really be imprisoned here!
Unfortunately, those pitiable humans didn’t realize he had already set a trap within the palace; once they broke in, they would truly experience being in an inescapable situation.
This strategy wasn’t from Mr. Horus but ca from a goblin chief under his command.
Although the fellow was weak, he was one of the few intelligent beings under his command.
Unfortunately, even if he captured these intruders, he had to hand them over to Lord Horus.
And according to their agreent, he had to personally handle these people unlike how he had dealt with Ronald before, who had earned him a substantial fortune.
This caused Romon so slight depression.
...
Deep in the jungle, Silf stood atop a tree branch.
Her figure almost completely blended with the surrounding leaves, her erald eyes gazing into the distance.
The Seventh Prince Romon’s territory was filled with an intense atmosphere, the number of demons significantly exaggerated.
As an elf, she possessed extraordinarily keen eyesight; she could see very far away scenes like the Seventh Prince’s palace, dungeons, camps—everything was in clear view.
After recording everything in the area in her mind, Silf withdrew her gaze and swiftly moved through the jungle, hidden by the dense branches.
After so ti, Silf stopped at the edge of Romon’s territory.
Her gaze easily pierced through two concealed figures, heading straight towards them.
Sure enough, the figures of Aileen and Aili gradually erged.
"Sylph, how is the situation over there?" Perhaps because of the scene where Ronald had asked her to escape first, Aileen seed a bit more concerned about Ronald than the other team mbers. Seeing Silf return, Aileen imdiately asked.
"The general situation is clear," Silf nodded. "On the way from here to Romon’s Palace, there are no devices, no traps."
Aileen and Aili looked skeptical.
This was beyond their expectations.
"There are no patrolling guards near Romon’s Palace. All the demon soldiers have been deployed to the dungeon," Silf continued.
"So does that an Ronald must be imprisoned in the dungeon?" Aileen’s eyes widened, excitedly saying.
As long as they knew the location, the remaining tasks would be easier.
With their strength, they could quietly slip in and rescue Ronald; the only concern was that there might be many magic prohibitions in the cell, and triggering any chanism might imdiately draw a large number of elite demons.
Even with their formidable abilities, if surrounded by a multitude of demons, the situation could still turn very sour.
However, Silf shook her head, her expression sowhat suspicious, "No, I don’t think it’s that simple; it feels too deliberate, as if..."
"Let’s say, as if they are desperately making sure you know Ronald is imprisoned in the dungeon," Silf managed to find a suitable way to put it.
Aileen and Aili both furrowed their brows, "Are you saying Ronald isn’t really held there? The dungeon is just a trap to lure us all in and capture us?"
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